Halfway There

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

Jarrod drove his car to the far end of the road, to the last cabin in the line. It was a nice little spot, and the trees that surrounded each cabin made them all rather isolated, insuring one’s privacy. The road even was still gravel, unpaved ever since he could remember. The crunch of tires on the road was soothing, as he had been looking forward to this diversion, all week.

It was his regular time, and as each week came, he found he was anticipating this time away from home more and more. Even though he had been coming here for almost a year, it seemed to become more important, more exciting. It wasn’t like he didn’t have other diversions back in the city, but here, it was private. There was no risk of discovery, no fear of chance encounters.

Pulling up in front of the plain cabin, he smiled. The desk clerk no longer called him Mr. Smith, but Jarrod and the key to this cabin was already on the little desk, waiting for him. After all, he was a regular. Getting out of his car, he stretched, getting the stiffness out of his body, yawning a little, as it had been a 3 hour drive to reach this spot.

He really didn’t mind, as it was better than going the full distance to meet Kenny. That would have meant a six hour drive, and early on both had agreed to find a place somewhere in the middle. They had almost missed this little getaway on their drive along the route. It wasn’t one of those flashing neon signed motels. It was located off the highway about a mile or two, and only a small little sign by the highway had betrayed its existence.

They were both pleased by its cleanliness, and setup. Each cabin was far enough from the others to be private. There were trees as well, and the windows had good thick curtains, so no one could peek through. Each cabin came equipped with a small kitchen, which suited them perfectly.

As Jarrod walked to his trunk, he smiled. This week it was his turn to bring the food, and he had gotten a couple of nice thick steaks, potatoes and naturally a couple of bottles of good red wine. He did enjoy a nice glass of wine, as did Kenny.

Kenny was one of those more nervous types. He wore glasses, but only for mundane tasks like reading, driving. When he was just walking, or more importantly sucking his cock, the glasses were on the night stand. He also worked as a junior accountant in a large firm in the city, the ‘other city’ as Jarrod called it. For himself, he worked at one of his cities more sedate law firms. They handled mostly civil matters, which is how he had first met Kenny.

They had met at a conference, discussing a merger. He had been the junior legal representative, Kenny the junior accountant. The merger, as it they both called it was between two staid old families in the State. It was, in fact, a marriage that was treated by both families as a business arrangement.

He had been attracted to Kenny the instant he had seen him. Kenny had a rather slight body, but was tall, like a bean pole really. It was hard to imagine him being 29 but he was. Married too, with 2 kids and he later found out that his marriage was one of convenience as well. It was strange, how that worked out, as his own marriage was for show, not out of love or desire or anything but show.

Jarrod had wanted to work where he was. He knew the potential, but they were an old firm, and all of their junior members were expected to be married, or at least on that path.

Fresh out of law school, he had met Janice, and like him she too expected great things but being a woman, didn’t stand much of a chance at getting on with some of the more prestigious firms in the State. Her marriage proposal had been blunt.

‘Screw around all you want, do whatever turns your crank, just make sure no one else knows, including me, and we can have the best of both worlds. We get the status, and the freedom.’

It had taken him by surprise, but he had agreed, though his situation was different than Kenny’s. He had a father who was a real pusher. In fact, he had arranged the marriage with Marsha, because Marsha’s family owned a great deal of land, and Kenny’s father was a big time developer.

Thinking about it, it probably was the only way Kenny would have gotten a girl. It also was his ticket to the accounting firm, and while Marsha was bitch, she wasn’t one of those who could see what was under her nose. Kenny’s escape every week hardly raised an eyebrow with the Queen of Snot, as Kenny called her.

During one of the breaks in the meeting, they had met in the restroom. Kenny had been at the urinal, & when Jarrod had walked up next to him, he couldn’t help but notice the rather large lump of flesh in Kenny’s hand. Even soft it looked amazing to him. He found himself licking his lips, and when he looked up, Kenny was staring right at him.

He turned beat red, as he struggled with his own zipper, not sure what to say. Kenny had solved that for him, by simply reaching over and yanked the zipper down, then turned back to shake his dick, and stuff it into his pants. As he turned to leave, he had suggested that he would be stopping at a local bar, around the corner in one of the cities more respectable hotels.

The rest, as they said, was history. They had become involved, finding ways to meet as often as possible, until finally they had come to find something more accessible, and regular. Kenny was the more determined of them, but then his home life made it all understandable. From what he had gathered, early on in their relationship, was that Marsha enjoyed her Gin & Tonics. When she was looped, which seemed often, she was also amorous. It was how Kenny had kids.

A long talk with his father in law had made it clear, that kids were part of the union. He hated himself, because he had always known he was gay, but he loved his work. It was what he had lived for, until he had met Jarrod, or so he said. Still, he could understand having passion for one’s profession. He, himself was like that.

Still it was a bit odd, as Kenny was not a looker. He wasn’t athletic looking at all. He had sandy brown hair, freckles even, but was tall. His legs seemed to be stilts, as he had a rather short frame. Undressed, Kenny was certainly not a perfect specimen of man. His skin was pale, to the point where it was virtually bleached white.

There was very little body hair, plus you could see his ribs sticking out, despite his age and penchant for beer. He loved a good brew, but not the average stuff. He went more for the imported stuff, yet he didn’t seem to gain a pound. He was what a typical 98 pound weakling in school would grow up to look like. A 130 pound weakling.

The one feature he had over most, was his penis. Christ, he had one huge mother of a cock, even when soft. It would just hang there, the foreskin completely covering the head, like a strange sheet. His balls were a bit larger than normal as well, and his ass was small and boney.

Yet he knew how to use that dick. The first time he had felt him slide into his own ass, he had been hooked. The guy might look like a nerd from High School, but he could fuck. It was a perfect arrangement, as Jarrod liked to be the bottom. He enjoyed being the one having it all, the cock in his mouth, then up his ass. While he did enjoy topping Kenny now and then, it wasn’t his preferred sex act.

They were as different as night and day. While Kenny was thin, he was well developed. His body had filled out and working out at the gym had helped build his muscles up. He was far from being a 98 pound weakling. His arms weren’t muscle bound, but he could manage a decent bicep pose. Kenny’s arms were thin and the flesh hanged a little from his upper arm. Jarrod’s chest had some hair, lighter than his unruly mop on his head. He had dark hair, to match his steel grey eyes. His face was lean. While you could see Kenny’s ribs, Jarrod’s pecs were nicely shaped, and he had some meat around his bones. He weighed in at just under 180 pounds, and his legs were thick at the top, filling out his suit pants just right. Kenny’s legs were like toothpicks, but he had surprising strength in his thighs.

Kenny had one other impressive attribute though. He could take Jarrod’s cock down his throat in one swallow. From the tip to the base, Jarrod erect, had an above average sized cock. They had measured it one night, and Jarrod had been surprised that it was nearly 8 inches long. More surprised that Kenny could take all of it into his mouth. Glancing at the clock in the room, he could feel himself getting aroused already. Kenny should be here soon, as he began to unpack the groceries for the night.

Last week, they had to throw most of it out, as Kenny had been hornier than hell. They had fucked so many times, he had been afraid they would run out of Condoms . He wasn’t taking any chances this week, as he pulled out two fresh boxes and set them aside, while putting the steaks into the fridge.

The sound of the screen door banging made him turn around to see Kenny come bustling in. He had a strange exasperated look on his face, as he took his glasses off, placing them on the little desk by the door. After a hurried hello, he closed the door and walked into the kitchen to stare at Jarrod.

‘That’s some entrance, you okay?’

‘Yeah, I am now. Fuck I love your ass.’

‘Flattery will get you everywhere, be finished in a second.’

‘Good, because I need you.’

Jarrod turned around to look at Kenny. His brow was furled, always a sign of impatience and of stress. He looked a bit gaunt too, nervous really as his eyes were blinking a mile a second. As he turned, Kenny walked up to him, and grabbed him by the shoulders, rather roughly. A surprise as Kenny was always the more gentler of the two.

He leaned forward and kissed Jarrod hard on the mouth, telling him again how much he needed him. He couldn’t answer as he felt the hard press of Kenny’s tongue against his lips. He opened his mouth, felt the tongue flick inside, tasting him. He also could feel the tenseness in his friend as they clutched each other. There was no mistaking the hard press of Kenny’s penis either. It was already fully erect, making his own body become aroused.

As they broke apart, Kenny took Jarrod’s hand and began to lead him to the bed. It was unexpected, and he hesitated a second, that brought Kenny to a halt.

‘I can’t wait Jarrod, I need you now, please, I need to feel you, all of you.’

Jarrod smiled, and started to move towards Kenny, to hold him and kiss him. A huge smile was on his face, even as he noticed the hurried expression. Kenny wasn’t up for a bit of play first, he was already taking his clothes off, as he had avoided the opening clutch.

‘You are in a hurry’ he said, beginning to undo his own shirt, to get undressed. As he took his shirt off, Kenny was already pushing his pants off his legs. He saw the small dark hairs standing up, and the way Kenny’s chest was heaving, wasn’t natural.

‘I am sorry, I just, I need you Jarrod, I haven’t thought about anything else, but of being with you.’

‘I am here now, and you know I am always ready for you.’

Kenny had finished stripping, and was already on top of the bed, looking up at Jarrod who was just unbuttoning his pants. The expression on Kenny’s face was solemn, yet his eyes were like a mini fireworks display. The way they glittered as they looked at Jarrod.

‘Take me Jarrod, I know it’s not, I mean, please, this time, take me, now… no playing, I really need to feel you bury that boner into me.’

‘Something wrong? You are so…’

‘Please, later we can talk, right now I just need to have you inside, to pound my ass. Please Jarrod.’

He hesitated for a second, staring down at Kenny. He had his pants in one hand, and yet he could feel Kenny’s need for him. Jarrod liked things tidy, but he dropped his pants on the floor, and quickly removed his underwear. He didn’t know what it was, but as he stared down at Kenny, he felt like he couldn’t wait.

Climbing up on the bed, he lay over Kenny who had spread his legs apart. He glanced down, staring at the hard cock, the way it swayed underneath his own body. He was erect too, the stiffness of his rod dangling near Kenny’s own pole. He watched the chest rise and fall, then saw the knees being pulled up. The eyes were pleading with him to not speak, to not even play a little.

He reached over to the night stand, and took one of the condom boxes into his hand, leaning back onto his haunches. Jarrod could feel Kenny’s eyes boring into his, watching as he opened the box, took out a strip of Condoms , then rip one package off. He looked back up, to see Kenny licking his lips, his eyes glued to Jarrod’s every move.

As he ripped the package open, he was thankful that he was hard. For some reason, he didn’t think Kenny would understand if he wasn’t. Taking the condom, he pinched the top and reached down to hold his cock. It was hard, not 100% but hard enough. As he lay the condom over his head, he felt his body shake a bit, and his cock jerked a little, as he began to unroll the plastic down his cock.

Glancing up, he saw Kenny’s eyes widen, saw his nostrils flare for a second, as his legs seemed to quiver. The muscles in his stomach looked like they were all bunched up and he could see the man’s ribs sticking out all along his body.

He finished unrolling the condom and leaned forward to grab the dispenser of lubricant .

‘No, no I want it dry’

Jarrod stopped, his hand outstretched as he turned his face to look at Kenny. He saw his pleading look, but he felt uneasy. His cock was aching as he leaned back, leaving the lube on the table.

‘Kenny you never… I mean…’

‘Please, I don’t want anything to stop me from feeling it all, please Jarrod.’

Leaning back, he played with his cock for a minute, stroking it as he stared at Kenny. His whole body was trembling, but he didn’t think it was just because of his need for him. He let his hand move up to his face, and he sucked on two of his fingers, as he stared at Kenny. The eyes were still following his every movement. Slowly he sucked his fingers, then with them well moistened, he moved them down the spread open cheeks. He felt the man quiver to his touch, then as his fingers moved down the crack, the body seemed to move inwards a bit.

He felt the hole, as he kept eye contact. Slowly he began to circle the tight pink hole, feeling it tremble, as he poked at it, as he teased it. As he had one finger pressing, Kenny pushed himself closer, driving the tip of the finger into him. Jarrod was taken by surprise, as Kenny grunted a bit, but continued to try and push his buttocks closer to Jarrod.

His hand moved forward, realizing how much Kenny seemed to want it. He let both fingers work in, heard Kenny moan a little as his fingers pushed in past his knuckles, up to the hilt. He twisted them around inside, then pulled back a bit, then pushed forward again. Kenny’s head twisted on the bed, as he mumbled his pleasure. ‘oh yeah, yeah, more oh please more’

Kenny wasn’t normally vocal, and part of him wanted to find out now, to not do anything, but the sounds of his pleading voice couldn’t be denied. He leaned back, his cock fully hard now. Shuffling forward, he reached around to help raise Kenny’s legs up high into the air. The man took hold of them, just under his knees, and pulled back, raising his buttocks up off the bed a little.

Jarrod took hold of his cock, and leaned forward. He felt it between the cheeks, sliding it upwards towards Kenny’s waiting hole. He felt the body shaking, the anticipation making him quiver. His cock pressed up into the pink hole, wedge hard as he glanced up at Kenny. His eyes were closed shut, his lower lip inside his upper.

Slowly he began to push in, to spread apart the tiny muscles denying him entry. He felt them struggling to hold him back, as he continued to press. Suddenly he was in, he felt the warmth of Kenny’s insides wrap around the tip of his cock head. He also heard the cry, the pure pain that seemed to come from Kenny’s mouth.

He held his breath, waiting for the man to relax, for his body to get accustomed to his thick head, before pushing in further. Then with a quick push, he forced the rest of his cock head past the tiny hole. Kenny cried out again at the quick penetration. His legs were shaking on either side of him, but they stayed upright, as Jarrod continued to lower his body down onto Kenny’s.

Kenny kept his legs upraised, but he moved his hands down to his cheeks, grabbing hold of them, spreading the cheeks open wider. The fingers brushing Jarrod’s shaft. He felt himself tremble, as the insides felt like they were widen. He pushed in more, sending more of his throbbing pole into Kenny, who was moaning now. His hands continued to spread his own cheeks, and he could feel the buttocks trying to push towards him.

His motion finally stopped. His entire groin was pressing hard up against Kenny’s boney ass. He could feel the hard bone, as he ground his cock all the way inside of his friend. The two hands holding the cheeks open were still there, still keeping them open.

Jarrod pulled back a little, then drove back inside. He grunted, as his balls slapped up against Kenny’s buttocks. The motion inside was becoming easier. The motion began to quicken a little, as he pulled out, then drove in. Kenny was mumbling, urging him on, begging him to go faster, to pound his ass. It was unreal, and it spurred him on. His hips began to push more, clenching his own cheeks tighter, as his cock moved in and out like some piston on a car. In and out it went, faster with each downward thrust.

Every third or fourth thrust, he twisted his hips to one side, then the other, making his cock twist inside. Kenny would moan loudly then, and his head would toss from side to side. Jarrod felt his sweat dripping down off his face, off his forehead. He stared up at Kenny, then down at the hard cock that swayed with each thrust. He could see the pre cum oozing out of it, wishing he could taste it, but he didn’t want to stop. Yet that milky white trickle was tempting.

He leaned forward, raising Kenny’s ass upwards by sheer force of his penetration, as he opened his mouth and flicked his tongue out, barely tasting Kenny’s lips. Kenny leaned up, feeling the cock inside twist a little, as he flicked his own tongue out. The two tongues darted at each other, as Jarrod ground his hips inwards.

Jarrod tasted the sweetness of Kenny’s tongue. His eyes were glazed now, as he leaned back. He reached out for one leg, then steadied himself as he grabbed hold of the other leg. He pushed them back towards Kenny, raising his own body into a stiff position. His legs were taut, his arms fully extended, as he pulled his cock out, very slowly. He felt the tremors racing inside Kenny, felt the pounding of Kenny’s heart, as well as his own as he felt the bottom of his cock head near the hole.

Looking down at Kenny he gazed into the man’s eyes. They stared at each other, as he began to push forwards. His hips began to move in a blur, going faster and faster as he drove his cock in as hard as possible. In and out he went, like a jack hammer. Each thrust inwards made Kenny squirm, made him moan. Jarrod felt the sweat flying from his forehead. He could see the spray landing on Kenny’s heaving chest. The sound of his heavy breathing mingles with Jarrod’s own panting sounds.

In and out he went, faster with each stroke. His body was now shaking, as he heard his balls slapping hard into the buttocks, feeling the flesh shudder with each slap. He also felt his body tremble, as his balls filled up even more, growing as the excitement increased. The faster he went, the more his balls slapped up hard into Kenny’s buttock. Each touch of those cheeks made his whole body quiver, until finally he couldn’t hold back. He felt his balls readying to empty.

He pulled back, ripping the condom off his swollen cock. Jarrod could feel the blood rushing through every vein around his cock, feel the tremendous heat from his own body, as his balls exploded. Just as he had the cock held between his fingers, he felt himself cry out, felt the rush of blood from his head and extremities, towards his throbbing cock.

The cum came rushing out in a large stream. He felt the pain, felt his own buttocks being constricted, as his hips shot forward. The sound of huge drops splattering across Kenny’s heaving chest was barely audible, as his heart pounded. He heard its thunderous roar in his ears, as he cried out, aiming his cock at Kenny.

His whole body shook, as he unleashed his cum. The cock in his hand tried to buck, as it felt the rush of milk push through. His balls were emptied, as he leaned over Kenny’s belly. The last load dripping off the tip to fall on the growing pool of milk. Jarrod was exhausted, as he stared down at Kenny, slowly falling down, to lay on top.

He could feel himself rise up and down, from Kenny’s heaving chest. His legs twitched a couple of times, as Kenny’s legs slowly lay flat down, spread still. The muscles in his thighs was shaking, as he lay there, panting. Slowly he rolled off to the side, his head next to Kenny. The face was sallow, the cheeks being sucked inwards from the heavy breathing. Sweat covered his forehead, his entire face, as he reached out with his hand, feeling his cum along the belly, caressing the man’s stomach.

Kenny turned his face, and peered over at Jarrod. He smiled at him, and lifted his hand up, placing the back of it against Jarrod’s face, caressing it gently. His eyes were wide open, and he had a warm smile across his face.

Leaning forward, he kissed Jarrod lightly on the lips, then leaned back, turned his head and closed his eyes.

‘I am glad we found this place, I couldn’t have waited another three hours for that.’

Jarrod continued to let his hand run up and down Kenny’s body, caressing it lightly as he watched his friend slowly come down, slowly relax. He wondered what had gotten him all worked up, knowing he’d find out when Kenny was ready. Until then, he’d be patient, enjoying just touching Kenny’s body. He knew that buying two boxes had been a smart move, as he let his head rest above Kenny’s, feeling him curl up into his neck.

Family Secrets

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

He sat in the third pew, his face turned upwards towards Father Murphy standing behind the pulpit, appearing to listen to the sermon. Next to him was his wife and the twins. Martin was just 25, had just graduated from William & Mary, already had a job at his father in law’s prestigious law firm. Martin glanced briefly at the two couples in front, his in-laws, and his own parents.

For a moment he felt anger, as he stared at the back of their heads, then he turned slightly to stare at his wife. She was the catch of all, head cheer leader in High School, one of the most popular girls in his school, tall and blond. The perfect wife, with beauty, charm, grace, and wealthy parents. Looking down he saw the twins, just 3 years old, blond like their mother, but not one feature that resembled his traits.

He and his wife knew, but never talked about it. There wasn’t any doubt that he wasn’t the father, and he knew that his absence from her bed didn’t stop her from enjoying sex either. He knew, without any doubt, that she had others, and that one was more than likely the real father, but his parents and hers, had blamed him for the pregnancy, had insisted he do the right thing. Even Father Murphy up there, had weighed in, insisting and like an idiot he had given in.

Course, if they had known the truth, he doubted if it would have mattered. It was about the two families merging, and the combining of their wealth that counted, and he was just the token to make it all seem proper. He had gotten his High School letter in football, had made good grades and even though he wasn’t totally interested in Law, it was his parent’s wish. Given they were paying for it, he had given in, just as he had given in when they insisted he marry Sarah, for the sake of family honour.

Honour hell, it was about his dad’s law firm merging with Sarah’s father’s firm. That was what counted, and like a good boy he had done as they said. Sitting in the pew, looking up at the cross that hung behind Father Murphy he felt the hypocrisy surrounding him.

He was gay, liked men and from an early age knew it too. Martin could thank old Father Gerrard for that, and when he had tried to tell his parents, about the Father’s special instructions, they had ignored him, told him to not defy the Church and above all else, to keep silent. He learnt his lessons well, and wasn’t upset when finally Father Gerrard had been assigned elsewhere.

Sitting there, listening as the sermon dragged on about truth and honour, about being true to God, a small smile crossed his lips. He knew he wasn’t handsome, but he had a rugged charm to him. His body was lean, not overly muscular, but well defined. His hair was just cut above his ears, another compromise to his position. Still it was enough to offset his hooked nose and thin facial features.

His eyes were always a clouded color, unless he was with one of his ‘special friends’. Martin had figured that if he had to marry the bitch, he wouldn’t miss out on his own needs, not like Sarah ever missed out on hers. She never had, and while she kept it more or less, hidden, there was no way that his parents, or hers, didn’t know she was sleeping with other men. Problem was, her taste in men weren’t the kind either family would approve of, hence their tapping him for becoming heir apparent. In their eyes, he was the type who wouldn’t make a fuss, glad to have a trophy wife, glad to have a ready made job, and naturally, the money that went with the merger. Strictly all business, and as he sat there, staring up at the ornate fixtures, he didn’t disagree.

Leaning back in the pew, he felt a bit guilty. Yet as he looked around at the familiar Church, he was able to push those feelings aside. After all, it was here where he had first lost his innocence, thanks to Father Gerrard, and then too there had been one or two times with some of the other’s in his Choir group. He smiled as he sat back, thinking of how just last night he had been with an old friend.

Lester wasn’t what you would call a looker. Even now he hadn’t changed much from when he used to sing in the Choir, other than his dick was a hell of a lot bigger, and he enjoyed using it. He could testify to that, as he shifted a little in the pew, recalling last night’s little session with Lester. The guy was good, and it was cheap too.

Lester was one of those who always got in trouble. Nothing major, but he was always getting nicked for some minor shit. Being a lawyer, Martin was the one he would call and it worked out fine. He would either pay the fine, or arrange for some way to have Lester work off the offence, either through community service or something. It wasn’t hard, given how crowded local jails were, and how the DA was more into grabbing the big ones, the one’s who would give him a good resume for when he would seek higher office.

That too played into his hands, because of his connection with the State’s biggest law firm, and wealth. The DA figured he’d collect one day, and maybe he would, but for now it all worked out for Martin’s benefit. He’d get Lester off, and then Lester would return the favour, getting him off.

That made him smile as he continued to stare up at Father Murphy. If he really thought about it, he would get upset, because he hated the hypocrisy of his life, but he went along. It was safer, and it was putting money into his special bank accounts, the one’s no one in either family knew about. He had learned his lessons well, determined to make the most of the lies and deceit. It was why he willingly let his wife cheat, while he would have his own dalliances with people like Lester.

They served a purpose, and while he rarely was asked to be a traditional husband, he could if pressed. It wasn’t fun, not anywhere near as much as fun as it was with Lester or a few of the others he frequented. Lester though, well he had a way that always made Martin feel satisfied. He enjoyed the rough sex, not BDSM or that, but just more sex than love making. He had no delusions, Lester did what he did out of need just as he wanted it out of need. He wanted to feel satisfied, so it was a perfect arrangement.

It rarely involved meaningful actions. It was about getting off, and he loved how Lester would take him. The way they would rent a room, and not even worry about the amenities. Unlike romance, there was never any hesitation. They would both just strip, laying out the Condoms for easy reach, the lubricant , and then it would just begin. No hugging, no idle chit chat either, just two men seeking sexual gratification.

Lester was bald, by choice. He liked the shaved look, except the little tuft under his chin. It gave him a sort of skinhead look that matched his long drawn face. His nose was hooked from being broken a few times, and he had a few pock marks too from a bad bout of acne as a kid. He was built though, his body was full and well defined. The muscles on his arms were clearly visible, and his pecs stood out very nicely.

The rest of his body was equal to the rest, well proportioned. His legs were hairy from the ankles to the knees, where it just seemed to end. Though he did have a very thick growth around his cock, which wasn’t what one would call average. It was thick, and long, which had been a surprise when he had first seen it as a full grown adult. Back when they were in Choir together, Lester’s dick was a damn site smaller, in all aspects. Only thing that remained the same, was how much cum the guy could shoot. Even then, he could shoot a lot, and that hadn’t changed as he grew up into Martin’s personal fuck buddy.

Back then, Lester had been a reluctant bottom, but not now. Now he was a good aggressive top, which is exactly what Martin liked. He loved how Lester would grab him, toss him onto the bed and begin to lick at him, bite his nipples and run his hands up and down Martin’s firm body. The hands would press hard, twist his nipples until he would cry out or bit his lip.

Les would kiss him at times, but not a passionate kiss. It would be a hard press of lips, then as he would pull back, his teeth would take hold of Martin’s lower lip, pulling it back then releasing it. It was like he was trying to bite him, to taste him. Sometimes he actually did, drawing blood a few times. Those were the times when the sex was really good too. He liked it when Lester would be horny, because he was always rougher then.

He would grab Martin’s cock, pull it and even slap it around. He would sit up on Martin’s chest, and force his cock into the mouth, slapping it across his face at times, wiping it across the lips, and always talking, telling Martin how much he, Martin, would want it, should want it. His patter wasn’t original but it was enough to further excite Martin.

The way he would force Martin to suck his cock, to take it deep into his throat, gagging him every time. He would force it in and out, grunting as he did. At times he would grab Martin’s hair, lift his head up and stuff his erect cock deep down into his throat. He would tell him to suck it, then he would yank it out, and make him suck his balls. He was very particular about that, how he would insist on first the left testicle, then the right, then again the left, then taste some of his cock, then back to sucking his balls, until his cock was even more aroused. Then he would stuff it hard down his throat, gagging him every time he pushed in.

That would go on for several minutes. Back and forth between sucking that hard cock, to sucking the leathery sac. He would make him do it until he was ready, then he would pull his cock out, hold it firmly at the shaft, and whack it across Martin’s face, hard too. You could hear it and then he’d move his body off, and roughly force Martin to lift his legs up, while he would slide between them.

He’d push at Martin’s cheeks, spreading them apart until his hole was showing the way he wanted. He’d lean forward, spit a few times, then take his middle finger and work the spit in and around his hole. His legs would be up in the air, his hands holding them up and spread open. Lester would look up at him, give him one of his toothless grins, his eyes sparkling with lust, and then he’d bury his head between Martin’s cheeks.

He’d feel the teeth first, as they would nibble at his flesh, biting even, making him grunt, then more spit would be applied to his hole, the finger would rub it in, but this time would poke past his muscle. He would grunt again, then he’d feel the hand reach up, shoving his balls until the fingers could grasp his own cock. They would wrap around his shaft, in a strangle hold. It hurt too, but he would only grunt at the pain. Then Lester would pull on his cock, a few strokes to several, as he would be staring at Martin, from between his upraised legs. His face had a wicked grin on it as he would stroke Martin’s cock tightly.

Then when he figured he had enough, he’d quickly lower his head, and bite at Martin’s rectum. He’d bite the flesh around the hole, making him grimace and then suddenly Martin would feel the tongue come out. He would feel its raspy edged tongue flick at his hole, then lick along his valley, all the way up to his scrotum. He would feel it lick at the base of his cock, then his testicles. He would groan then, which would make Lester begin to lick downwards, then quickly back upwards, until he had both of Martin’s balls inside his mouth. He would let his teeth rake the sac, then suck them inwards more, using suction to pull at the leather like skin.

They would be released shortly, sounding more like they were being spit out. The air in the room would make them feel like they were being cooled, but Lester would then lick his valley hard. His tongue would start to move down, pressing as hard as it could against his flesh, until it came to his hole. It would then circle the hole, licking at the fringes of the hole itself, until he would feel his body shake. Lester always waited for that moment, before he would suddenly push in.

His whole head would dive in, pushing Martin’s legs wider and the hands would suddenly be gripping at his buttocks. The fingers would dig in hard, pulling his cheeks apart, while his head moved in between. The tongue would already be curled and pushing at his hole, licking it roughly, then suddenly pushing past his muscle. He would feel the curled tip reach inside, licking him inside his tunnel, making him squirm. His whole body would buck, which would make Lester dig his tongue in even further.

He would cry out, but Lester would ignore his pleas. He would press harder, until Martin was begging him for more, urging him to take him. Lester never gave in quickly. He might pull back but only for a second, before diving in again, even harder than before. His tongue would lick him hard, and at times Lester would move his hand over, pushing a finger in with his tongue. He would let his finger dive in, twisting and turning as it pushed past his hole.

Martin would cry out, begging Lester to fuck him, but he wouldn’t. He would add a second finger, sometimes even a third, until Martin’s body was quivering uncontrollably. He would pull back, slap Martin’s ass hard, then push the fingers back inside. Martin would moan and groan, beg in between gasps for air, but Lester did it his way. He would twist his fingers, bury them up to his knuckles, stretching Martin’s hole without mercy.

When he was ready, not when Martin wanted, he would pull his fingers out, and suddenly be on top of him. His body would be pressing down, his hard throbbing cock would be poking his sweat coated buttocks. Lester would kiss him hard, driving his tongue inside this time, and Martin could taste himself as the tongue would drive deep into his mouth, gagging him almost as much as when Lester would stuff his cock in.

While he was doing that, he also was reaching for a condom, and the anticipation would make him squirm even more, would make his heart thunder in his ears, as he struggled to not throw up, from the press of Lester’s tongue. His body would ache as it would feel the hard press of Lester’s penis. Then the pressure on his chest would ease and he would open his eyes, to see Lester leaning back on his haunches, a condom in his hand. He would glance down his sweat soaked body, to see the long thick cock sticking up, looking larger than ever, looking too large even.

He’d watch as Lester would quickly unwrap the condom, roll it down his cock, and then give his cock a few quick strokes, to make sure it hadn’t lost any of its erection. He would glance up at Martin then, his eyes dark and ominous looking. Lester would then lean forward, placing his hands on either side of Martin’s shaking body. He’d lick his lips as he would shuffle in closer, until his cock was nearly bending back on itself.

Then he’d reach down with one hand, to wedge the cock up between Martin’s cheeks, slowly pushing it down until it was poking at the hole. He’d get a wicked little grin across his face then, his eyes would be boring holes into Martin’s face, as he would raise his hips backwards. Martin knew what was about to happen, he’d suck in his breath, waiting and sweating.

Sometimes Lester would just hold that position for an extra few seconds, other times he wouldn’t wait. He’d ram his hips forwards, driving his huge cock forwards. It would slice into Martin like a pile driver. The penetration was always hard and painful. The very instant the head would begin to move, Martin would feel the pain beginning to roll up into his body.

He would cry out, as the huge cock would tear past his hole, ignoring the muscles, shifting them roughly aside as it would make its way deep inside of him. His body would tremble then, his breath rush out, as he struggled with the growing pain inside. The fullness would make him hurt, but it also would make him feel a growing warmth inside.

At last he’d feel the wiry hairs digging at his rectum, feel as if his legs would be split off his body as Lester would be all the way inside of him. Lester would grunt his pleasure, then he would open his eyes to see Lester’s face towering over him. His whole body would shiver then, as he felt the sweat dripping off onto his own body, to mingle with his own rivers of sweat. The smell of testosterone was overpowering, and his nostrils would flare.

Seeing that, Lester would begin to slowly pull back. It was agonizingly slow, and Martin would groan louder as he felt the cock pulling back, but just as his first groan would begin to fade, Lester would ram his cock back inside. Martin would gasp as he felt the cock driving inwards again.

Several times, Lester would repeat the whole process. It drove Martin nuts, and the knuckles on his hands would grow white from how tightly he held his ankles and legs. His body would be aching all over, the pain had turned to absolute pleasure, as Lester teased him, until once more they would look at each other. Sweat dripping off both of their foreheads, and then Lester would begin.

His body would slowly gyrate, twisting the huge cock buried inside, making Martin moan. Then he would slowly pull out and push in, each stroke becoming a little faster, a little harder, until finally his whole body was at top speed. His cock would drive in, like a jack hammer ripping concrete apart. It would drive in hard, pushing him deep down onto the bed.

The bed would always shake, groan under the hard constant pounding. It would go on and on, and Martin would find himself squirming, his head banging from side to side as Lester drilled his ass with his cock. His body would ache, the fires inside of him making his cock feel like it was burning up. The pain in his balls as Lester’s balls would slap against his cheeks, became unbearable.

He would feel the ache, and he would bite his lip, as he took the hard pounding. Then he would hear the groans, the hard gasping breath and suddenly he’d feel empty inside. Lester would pull out, and as he began to realize the cock was out, he’d hear the sound of a condom being ripped off, and he’d open his eyes, to see Lester leaning over him. He’d feel his burning legs pushing up on his upraised buttocks, and he’d see the huge cock staring at him.

Lester’s hand would be stroking it hard and fast, and soon he would see the growing head turn mottled purple. He would watch in awe, as the tiny little pee slit would widen, as a white mass came flooding out. Martin would blink, as the first wave of Lester’s cum would splatter all across his upper chest, chin even. He could feel the warmth, as it would strike, his body shaking with each splatter.

His legs would be released, but he struggled to keep them in the air, as Lester would continue to spew his milk all over Martin’s trembling stomach. Martin would find his hand grasping his own cock, stroking it hard as his eyes concentrated on watching Lester’s cock shooting and shooting.

In seconds he’d feel himself ready, his eyes would close to the sight of Lester’s last shot of cum dribbling out and his own body would explode. He’d feel the balls sling upwards, feel his milk leave and rush along the various canals until it was moving up his cock. He’d feel his cock swelling up under his hand, feel the pressure building, feel the blood suddenly leaving his arms, legs, and head.

Brilliant colors of reds, purples, greens, and others would burst in front of his vision. The darkness seemed to just explode in bright flashes, as his body would convulse once, then again, then he’d feel the cum spurting out between his fingers. He would hear Lester’s panting breathing, mingle with his own cries and shallow breathing. His body would shake, tremble, and shake more, as his cock would rear back and shoot again, not as hard, but just as pleasing.

His hand would grip the end of his cock, holding it tightly between his thumb and fingers, squeezing the very last of his milk out. His body would suddenly just collapse. He could feel every muscle suddenly let go as he would sink back deep into the bed. Then he’d feel the bed jump, as Lester would suddenly collapse as well, crushing part of his body under its own weight, as he rolled to one side.

The tiny room would slowly stop spinning. He could hear nothing but the heavy panting of them both, as he would lay there, licking his lips in total satisfaction. He felt totally spent, as his eyes adjusted and the noise from the street would begin to once more intrude on their minds. It was all over, for the moment, as they would take turns using the shower, then dress.

Martin took his eyes off the cross as the sounds of the Choir intruded into his thoughts. He stared over at the rows of children singing, wondering how many of them were hiding the same family secrets, he had.

Roadside Encounter

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

It was a warm sunny day as he drove in from the airport. It had been a rather tiring trip this time around and Lee wasn’t in a rush to get back to his empty house. He figured he’d stop along the way, and put the top down and just enjoy a lazy drive back to his home in the city, where he’d relax in his pool. For a moment or two as he drove along the sparsely driven road, he felt a twinge of emptiness, wishing there would be someone waiting for him at home.

Times like this he wished he wasn’t so tied up with his work. The notion of having someone to share it all with was eating at him as he saw his roadside stand coming up. He had stopped there before, to get some fresh veggies and eggs. The middle aged lady was always pleasant and the goods where always fresh. Hell on occasion she even had fresh baking, like bread or buns.

Lee made the decision to pull over when he noticed that the lady wasn’t there. A tall young blonde stood behind the stall, a baseball cap covering his head was standing there, waiting on someone else. As he pulled in he noticed the young man turn and stare at him.

For some reason he felt a flash of heat, and excitement in his tired body. The young man wasn’t all that young, maybe nearing his 30’s but what a looker. The hair was a dirty blond and hung around his shoulders, the eyes sparkled in that brief glance that seemed to have lit a fire in his heart. Strange, he wasn’t that easily moved by such a quick glance. Then too, most of the young men he met were in a hazy smoke filled bar room.

Stepping out, he stretched and noticed the blonde had given him a once over. Strange to feel someone checking him out, as he usually was the one doing the checking first. He decided to put the top down, while waiting for the young man to finish with his other customer.  While his own attention was on dropping the top, he couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that every now and then, the blonde would gaze at him, with a look that he recognized.

Lee tried not to think about it, and yet he wished the couple that were there would hurry up and leave. He couldn’t stop his mind from fantasizing about the blonde, which wasn’t usual for him. He wasn’t the type who could spot others, which was why he was always nervous unless in a safe environment, like the local gay bars. Still, he couldn’t help but feel the young man’s interest, and as he buttoned down the top, he felt a bit giddy.

Be a first for him really, if what he was feeling was real. Not like he hadn’t felt this way before, but he never had the nerve to take it to the next level. Oh he had made eye contact, even thought he had recognized an opening line, but he never had the balls to follow up on those openings. The more he tried not to look, the harder it was for him to ignore the obvious stares.

Finally the couple were heading towards their car and he moved over to see what was available. He couldn’t help but notice the open shirt and rolled up sleeves. There was no mistaking that they guy worked out. Tiny tufts of blond hair was curled around his chest and it was a fine golden color as well. He wondered what it would feel like, to run his hands down that nicely chiselled chest.

He almost lost it when the blonde spoke to him. The voice had a nice lilt to it, that was friendly. He glanced up to see wicked smile across the face, that made his heart skip a beat or two. It was hard to speak, as he was so taken by the green eyes that looked directly into his own. He wanted to turn away, to hide from the deep penetrating look but he couldn’t. It was like being frozen in place and all he could do was mumble back to the man’s greeting.

On closer inspection he could tell that he had to be more like 30 than younger, still he was a handsome specimen. Lee even managed a quick glance at the crotch, that showed a firm package as well. Licking his lips he tried to engage the blonde in conversation, thinking he was failing horribly.

Desperate to prolong the time talking, Lee did manage to find out that the Blonde was the brother to the lady he was used to seeing, and that the kids were hers. He also found out that his name was Brent and that he did home repair and yard maintenance. He didn’t know how it all came out, but as he reached into his pocket to pay for his purchases, he somehow found the nerve to enquire about getting some yard work done.

As he handed Brent a $20, he was stunned when the blonde asked if it was really yard work he was interested in, or perhaps something more personal? His mouth must have fallen to the ground, as the pealing shrieks of laughter made him grin sheepishly as he nodded that he was perhaps indeed looking for a more personal relationship.

Somehow the conversation was easier with that out of the way, and before he even realized it, he was sitting in his car, waiting for Brent to come back from the house. He tapped the steering wheel as he waited, until he noticed the tall blonde coming down the driveway with one of the kids in tow. He quickly jumped into the car and as he began to nose into the road, he noticed the knowing smirk on the little kid who now was tending to the stand.

Christ, was it that obvious he thought as they moved down the road towards the motel and coffee shop just a ways down the road. He still couldn’t believe his luck and Brent wasn’t exactly bashful either. By the time they reached the parking lot and nosed the car into a parking stall, he knew he would be renting a room before entering the coffee shop.

Opening the door to the room, Lee realized that it wasn’t a dream. He really was going to finally get lucky as he let Brent in, who immediately went to test out the bed. To see the young man, who it turned out was actually 38, testing the bed’s springs, made him grin. He couldn’t help himself, and he still found it hard to believe that Brent was 38. He looked a lot younger and judging by the grin on his face, his mindset certainly was one of a teenager.

The awkward moment didn’t seem to have come yet, and as he put the key down, it just didn’t seem like it would come either. Brent just grinned and leaned back on the bed. His legs were spread open a little and Lee could see the bulge of his crotch. There certainly was more to this guy as he moved closer, to stare down at the smiling face.

Brent had his shirt open, and he began to run his hand along the flat belly. He just kept his green eyes fixed on Lee, as he slowly caressed his own stomach, a lusty twinkle showing. Without any hesitation Lee moved closer and suddenly Brent was beckoning him with an outstretch arm. They were like two grinning baboons, but damn it felt rather exciting as he reached down to let Brent take his hand.

It was firmly grasped, and Brent brought him even closer, pulling him to the edge of the bed, and then he pulled the outstretched arm downwards, until Lee’s hand rested on the slightly trembling belly. As his hand touched the warm golden flesh, his own body quivered a little with anticipation. He just couldn’t stop grinning as he bent down, running his hand along the very flat stomach. He felt the muscles rippling under his touch and a soft little moan escaped from Brent’s lips.

Lee glanced up to see the eyes sparkling. He could feel the lust reaching out towards him and he stood up, quickly removing his own shirt, to expose a rather pale looking chest, covered by a dark patch of chest hairs. He breathed in deeply as Brent moved further up on the bed, his long legs still spread apart. The eyes signalled his need and Lee bent down to undo the pants and pull the zipper down on the faded jeans.

The sound made him lick his lips. His mouth felt rather dry, as he spread open the jeans. The soft blue of boxer shorts showed but he could see that the material was being pushed upwards from something hidden within. His eyes opened wider as Brent rested his hand on Lee’s, and smiled up at him. He guided the hand down over the top of the shorts, to feel the thickened bulge and Lee almost lost it there and then.

The touch of his hand over the pulsing cock nearly made him fall backwards. Instead he sucked in his breath as he felt and groped the rather long hard shaft of Brent’s erect penis. It was almost like touching a holy shrine, the feeling was so intense inside of his mind. He quivered as he looked up into Brent’s eyes, to see the pleasure reflected inside. He could also feel the lust as Brent’s hand grew stronger on his.

Lee had never felt this excited, this aroused before. He couldn’t help himself either as he reached out with both hands and quickly pulled the pants and boxer shorts off of Brent’s body. He stood back, to admire the amazing site of Brent’s naked body. The hard cock sticking up in the air, the small egg shaped balls dangling underneath. He swallowed hard as his eyes narrowed and focused on that lovely cock, sticking up like a giant Popsicle, demanding it be licked and savoured.

It felt like he was someone else, as he stepped in closer, kneeling down at the edge of the bed, and without any hesitation popped the hard cock deep into his throat. No kissing, no fondling, as he just wrapped his lips over the head and moved downwards with his head. He sucked on the hard pole, listening to the moans that were coming from Brent.

As his head moved up and down the tasty flesh, his hands reached up and stroked the hot burning body underneath him. His hands dug along the skin, feeling the warmth and the jolts of electricity that seemed to spark between them both. He heard himself groaning as he sucked hard on the willing pole. He could taste the salty pre cum even as he sucked harder, wanting more than just a taste.

His nose buried itself deep into the soft groin with each downward push of his head. His eyes were closed as he let his mind wallow in Brent’s man scent. He could feel tiny beads of sweat on his forehead as he let the moment take hold. His own lust mixed with Brent’s own desires, and he couldn’t stop. His body was shaking as he sucked, tightening his lips around the now quivering cock.

It was almost animalistic, as his lust was beyond his control. Lee’s hands dug into the flesh, near the hips until they hit bone. He held Brent’s body tightly in his grip, tasting his manhood with a rising harshness. Brent cried out, and he could feel the bed shaking as the hands were hitting the bed on either side. Then it would stop and he would feel the hands curl around his own hair, dragging at the strands as he bucked and moaned.

Time was meaningless as he sucked harder with each movement of his head downwards. He loved the feel of the hands yanking hard on his hair one second, pounding the bed the next, and even pushing his head down, urging him onwards. He could feel the hot cock head striking the back of his throat and he groaned each time he felt it push its way down his throat. His tongue was flicking out and tasting the hot flesh as it flew past, and he gripped tighter as Brent began to arch his hips upwards, meeting his face coming down.

The loud shriek was a second behind the sudden explosion that rocked his mouth. He could feel the cock head rear back and just as he began to get ready, he could taste the hot man juice filling his mouth and throat. He could feel it drip out from the corners of his mouth as he gagged, desperate to swallow it all. He coughed but held the cock still in his mouth, tasting the hot cum flood his throat.

The cries were constant and Brent’s hand were pushing his head down, with tremendous force. It wasn’t necessary as he buried his face hard into Brent’s crotch, letting his cock fill his mouth and throat. He sucked it dry and as the last few drops came out, he felt his own body shaking. His knees hurt from kneeling down but he slowly let his head up, tasting the cum coated cock one more time before it was let free of his hold. He let his tongue flick out and lick around the head of the cock. Brent moaned loudly and his body trembled to Lee’s tongue.

Lee leaned backwards, his hands on either side of the 39 year old blonde. He just stared at the softening penis, tasting still the salty sweet cum that coated the inside of his mouth, and his lips. He gulped for air as well, watching Brent’s chest still heaving. He couldn’t believe how quickly it had all happened. He was still sort of in shock as he stared along Brent’s still trembling body.

Their eyes locked and he could see the lust still burning inside. He felt it too, in his own body as he smiled, saying nothing. The sound of their heavy breathing filled the small room. He just smiled as they both took their time in recovering. Suddenly Brent looked down at Lee and with a wicked grin plastered across his face he spoke.

‘Got plans for dinner?’

Lee just smiled as Brent pushed himself up on the bed, and then leaned over and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. Then he reached down for his jeans, and rummaged in the front pocket for a second. He pulled his hand out, a pleased grin on his face and in his hand he had a strip of Condoms .

Lee looked at the Condoms , then at Brent’s face.

‘Yep, I got plans, but I think dinner will be rather late tonight’

Brent smiled as he shoved his body up further on the bed, his hand resting to one side, urging Lee to climb up and join him. With his other hand, he placed the strip of Condoms on the night table and as Lee shoved his pants down to his ankles, Brent spoke.

‘Breakfast might be late too’