Playing Through

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

The ball sailed and sliced off to the far left, again. He hated when it did that or that is, until today. Normally he was a pretty decent golfer. He had been a last minute addition to the foursome by his boss, and he knew the man wasn’t exactly thrilled with his play, but frankly, he just didn’t give a shit. He was enjoying the round so far, specially when he Carlos had been assigned as his caddy.

Carlos was Latino and was a local freshman from the community college nearby. He was taking, of all things, Political Science and had aspirations of one day being the first Latino President or so he had proclaimed while the others were teeing off on the second tee.

There was something about the 20 year old that had made Conrad relax and put aside his resentment at being forced into this game on his day off. Still it didn’t hurt to score some brownie points with the boss, who was careful to explain to him that he just needed to hit the ball, and keep his damn mouth shut. Something he was rather good at. Still it irked him that he had to give in and not chime in when the two clients were mouthing off, mostly about politics. That is how he found out about Carlos’ aspirations.

By the fourth tee, he was pretty sure he wouldn’t make it through all eighteen holes without putting his foot in his mouth. As he weighed the choices and the looming prospect of unemployment, he watched the way Carlos just stared at them, a strange smirk on his face with each jab the two businessmen made about things. The way they would sound off on Gays one minute, then the influx of cheap labour from Mexico. They didn’t seem to leave any topics undisturbed as they played on.

It was his chip shot that grazed the edge of the tree line where Carlos took his mind off the bigots he was with, including his boss who did nothing but fawn over the two morons. He hated the way they had to do business, and idly wondered what would really happen to the world of economics if people spoke up instead of just biting their lips? Somehow Carlos must of sensed his anger and while searching for the lost ball, had rubbed against his thigh, whispering that it wasn’t worth it. He seemed to indicate their were other ways to get back at those types and so Conrad bit his lips once more.

Conrad’s golf game went distinctively downhill on the fifth tee. On his second shot, While passing him his club, Carlos let his hand brush against Conrad’s front, and as it moved past it sort of pushed inwards, rubbing the soft lump of his dick. The hand sort of lingered for a second, before moving on. It stunned him and with the two men standing behind him, made him nervous. His swing had sliced the ball squarely into the rough and the groan from his boss only added to his nervousness.

Walking down into the rough, he turned to take his club and noticed the wide grin on Carlos’ face. It didn’t register for a second but then he looked into the dark eyes and saw the strange glint. He also realized that Carlos was staring not at the ball, but at Conrad’s crotch. He was embarrassed for a minute and yet his body didn’t seem to feel the same way. After all Carlos was a fine specimen to stand next to.

The sound of his heart beating a bit wild made him break the stare and he turned to look down at the ball among the uneven ground. He couldn’t help but also notice that Carlos had positioned himself to the left and behind. It would give the young man a perfect view of his stance, and his butt. Damn, he thought he was going to get a case of the shakes thinking like that, and the rather stiffening piece of meat between his legs didn’t help his concentration either.

It took Conrad two tries to get out and judging by the look on his boss’s face, it wasn’t going to make job advancement easy. Still in some way he felt rather happy, knowing his boss was feeling discomfort and that perhaps it would effect the business dealings he had with the two bigots. Not a bad notion he thought as he struggled to keep up with the others, already behind in the scoring.

Carlos was distracting. Each time he stood near Conrad, all he could do was breathe in deeply that strange perfume the young man exuded. He wasn’t a tall man, and was rather husky in a sense. But as he kept stealing glances at him, he couldn’t help but become aroused by the man’s looks. His hair was close cropped and the angular face made him look dangerous, in a good sense. It was almost as if he was daring those who looked at him, to guess at what was behind the blank stare. Conrad certainly was thinking about it, along with some other fanciful thoughts. He couldn’t help it, the guy always seemed to position himself so that his full looking crotch was right in Conrad’s easy view.

His first foray into the woods came because of Carlos. The man kept several golf balls in the front pocket, and on the tenth he stood in front of Conrad. Carlos reached into his pocket and his eyes glanced downwards, dragging Conrad’s own eyes down. As his hand dug into the pants, Conrad saw him also reach over from the pocket, and adjust what certainly looked like a rather large pole. The vision of that lump made his heart skip a beat and then when Carlos handed him the ball, and tee, the touch of his fingers on his own, only added to the building desire within.

Conrad felt his mind begin to think about what was behind those rather loose fitting beige pants and he had trouble setting the ball on the tee. It was even worse as he managed a quick look at Carlos and saw him grin and look back down towards his crotch. It was like a signal or invitation or so he hoped. The ball naturally went sailing off into the woods, making his boss swear and glare at him, though he barely let it register.

They were hunched over, searching the undergrowth for the lost ball when Carlos somehow bumped into him. He didn’t move away either, but just let his body lean into Conrad’s. It was unnerving as he struggled to decide whether to stand up and move on, or to maybe say something. The choice was taken from him as Carlos reached out in front of him, his arm brushing hard into Conrad’s groin. His hand dropped a ball and then hand seemed to just turn and press hard into his groin.

It took the breathe from him and he even moaned a bit, unsure what to say or even do, for that matter. It was all so sudden or so he thought, as he turned his head towards the 20 year old.

“Your boss is a dickhead”

“Uh huh” was all he could manage as he Carlos kept his hand pressed into his groin.

“There is your ball”

“Uh, well it might be, but uh, doesn’t seem to be the uh, right one”

His eyes stared up into Carlos’ face. There was a small smile across the face and the eyes were staring hard at Conrad. He felt a lump in his throat as he wondered what was going to happen, when Carlos chuckled a little and his hand moved away from Conrad’s groin.

“Let me see if I can find the right one then” was all he said as he moved around to squat in front of Conrad who stood up. The pain in his back from bending over was travelling up his body, his mind was trying to figure out what Carlos had in mind when he felt the zipper on his own pants suddenly pulled down.

Still dazed he felt the hand reach in and start to fondle his erect penis, and then push it aside after a quick embrace. The fingers reached down and under to cradle his scrotum and as he looked down at Carlos, he heard him ask if that was the right ball or not.

He just gulped for air and nodded as suddenly his cock was pulled out from his pants, his shorts jammed to one side. He felt the thumping of his heart and he stared around to make sure no one could see. Carlos chuckled again, telling him to lean back and relax, that no one could see into the small thicket of trees they were in. His voice had that lilt to it that made it all seem right and he sighed, leaning against the tree trunk.

As he felt the bark dig into his back, his body shook as Carlos wasn’t wasting any time. His hands had stroked the average sized pole and it was fully erect. The skin was taught and he could feel himself enjoying the thrill of the young man’s hand on his shaft. He reached around with his hands to let them lay on the shoulders and it only added to his pleasure. His body shuddered and suddenly the close cropped head was all that filled his vision.

The sensation of wet lips around his own cock head took him by surprise. The tight hold of the mouth that began to move down past his head sent chills up and down his spine. He gripped the shoulders tighter, feeling the bone. It steadied him as the warmth came pushing into his body from his pole. It was fully enveloped by Carlos’ mouth and slowly the head began to bob and the sound of suction made him start. His head turned towards where his boss was and yet even if the man heard, he was too thick to know what it meant. He smiled at that and looked back down as he let Carlos suck and play with his balls. The motion grew faster and he felt his body shiver. It was happening so fast, and the thrill was not something he had ever experienced before.

Risk of being spotted, heard was making him sweat more than normal and yet he couldn’t help himself. His hips jutted forwards, sending his cock deeper into the willing mouth. He loved the rough stink that came across his whole shaft as it went past the teeth. He felt them rasp on his flesh, making him shiver even more. The motion was becoming too much and he felt his body quivering in anticipation.

The ache in his groin was growing unbearable. The sucking motion was unreal as he began to rock a little. His hands no longer clenched the shoulders, as he felt his body ready to surrender to the urgent demands of Carlos’ mouth. The press of fingers under his scrotum, the licking of his pole was too much. He groaned now, uncaring who heard. His eyes were glazed over as he felt his legs quiver.

The mouth left his cock, and suddenly he felt each of his testicles swallowed up by the eager mouth. He groaned louder now, his hips jutting forward and then once more his cock was being swallowed whole. He felt the lips wrap around the head and slide down, pressing as they held him. His head was banging the far reaches of the throat and all he could think of was how good it all felt.

His golf game forgotten as he arched forward. The hands reached out to hold onto the shoulders as his body bucked and then with a strange growl in his throat, he felt his balls sling upwards. Every muscle in his body grew tense as he let himself go. Even his strangled cry of ‘I am cumming’ seemed lost in the roar of sound that echoed in his ears.

Every muscle let go at once, as his body leapt forward, forcing Carlos back a little. The hard cock wedged deep within the mouth as his milk came flooding out. The release took the young man by surprise, and yet the sounds of him swallowing hard only made him arch forward further. He was desperate to get his dick deep down into the willing throat, but the strong hands on his thighs held him back long enough for a second load to come flooding out. He felt the hot milk coat his own shaking pole and he sighed, his body suddenly spent.

It was over so fast, that he could hear himself panting. The sudden ejaculation made him shake for several seconds as he heard his cock slip out of the mouth. Looking down, he saw the pleased expression on the young man, and noticed the bits of cum around the corners of his mouth. It was then that he heard his name being called, recognizing the angry howl of his boss.

Stuffing his cock back into his pants, he turned to see Carlos hand him a golf club and pointed at the dropped ball. A small evil grin was on his face as Conrad yelled back to his boss, a similar grin crossing his own face.

As he began to position himself to fire the ball out of the trees, he wondered just what lay ahead at the next grove of trees coming up a few holes away.

Just Routine

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

Trevor paid the receptionist with his credit card, and made the next appointment. As he confirmed the date, he smiled, showing off the latest cleaning he had just endured. Most people, Trevor included, were not fans of dentists or the routine cleaning procedures, though that had all changed for him, ever since Don had joined his Dentist’s Clinic.

Before Don, Trevor got his teeth cleaned every four months, now it was every six weeks. Okay so it cost him $50 each time, he didn’t care because Don gave him his monies worth. Walking out of the clinic reception area into the busy mall his mind continued to think about Don, and was already counting down the time till his next cleaning.

Don was a looker. He had that kind of build and look that always made people take a second look. It also was the look that made people want him too. Everything about him was attractive, even his warm smile and clear voice. Guy could easily cum just listening to him recite the dictionary, it was that good. It was why Trevor also began to get his teeth cleaned more regularly.

He knew Don was special that first time. While nothing happened then, it was still special and after his second visit, well how could he not keep on coming back? The man knew how to clean too, an added bonus. It used to hurt but under Don’s careful attention, he found himself not even noticing. Course it helped that Don was one of those touchy feely type guys.

The previous technician used to always jiggle her boobs at him, and when she leaned over, to get into his mouth he could not just smell her perfume, but almost taste it. Don on the other hand had a nice fresh scent to him, and his breath had a hint of mint smell to it. Course the bonus was Don never wore underwear.

That first time, when he had moved in close, and leaned over to start the scraping had made him jump. It had made Don reassure him that it was okay, but it wasn’t the cold metal on his teeth that had made him twinge. It was the press of Don’s groin against his hand, and the feel of a long hard dick that had him surprised.

All through that first time, the press of Don’s hard pole was always resting on his hand or rubbing up on his fingers. He couldn’t help himself in moving his fingers now and then, and when Don didn’t seem to move or object, it was almost too much for him. Sitting in that reclining chair, Don’s handsome face peering down at him, the cock pressing on his fingers, Trevor had nearly shot his load before the cleaning had been finished.

Right after he had left that day, he had gone to the Mall’s restrooms and jerked off in one of the stalls. He had been hooked and after relieving himself, he went back to the clinic to change his appointment to a closer date.

Things had progressed from then on. It had evolved to the point where now, when he leaned back in the chair, the arm was in the upright position, to give his hand free movement. He liked that as soon as Don came over, he would move his well muscled body into Trevor’s. His thigh would rest on Trevor’s leg, and his crotch was immediately in hands reach. As usual Don had no underwear on either.

As Don would begin to lean down, the eyes twinkling, Trevor would slide his hand over the outline of an erect cock. It was thick too, and it was a thrill to know that just outside the little cubicle were others. The adrenalin rush was amazing as Don would begin to chat a bit too. He would ask him about how things were and it was sort of a signal too.

Soon as the sound of that rich sounding voice was echoing in his ear, his hand would begin to press and and then slide itself up to where his fingers could grasp the zipper. He would slowly pull it down and let his fingers push aside the thin cotton of the pants, and reach in to touch the hot throbbing cock.

His finger tips would gently run across the burning flesh of the shaft and it would quiver a little to his touch. That always made him close his eyes but he quickly would re-open them to stare up into the face. Don had a white mask over his mouth, but the eyes would light up as Trevor’s fingers would slowly move along the cock shaft until it would reach the cap under the head.

He would trace the outline before letting his fingers move up and tease the head. There was always a small drop of precum around the slit too, that his fingers would play with. They would smear it around the head and then slowly he would find that Don had moved in closer to him. His hand would easily slip into the opening, and his fingers would grip the hard cock, the precum giving him some lubrication.

Don would also help things along by pressing inwards and moving out. Then too he would press his hand against Trevor’s chest when cleaning his scraper on the bip. The tool would be wiped on it, and then Don would simply let his closed hand rest there, just long enough to make Trevor look up into a gorgeous pair of smiling eyes.

He never could tell their color as he was too enthralled by the seeming sparkles that existed there. It was like watching fireworks explode in the middle of absolute darkness. It was blinding and thrilling too. Hell it would make him grip Don’s cock harder and begin to pull and push on it. His fingers would hold the throbbing pole tightly and slowly start to slide up and down the burning skin.

It always was hot, and he would lean back into the comfortable chair, smelling that clean scent of fresh washed skin that came from Don. He loved it and found out the brand of soap that Don used, but it was the touch of his body against his own that always got him aroused.

Every now and then, as he stroked the cock, Don would moan softly, which only added to the moment. It made Trevor’s body shiver at times. The sounds always made him hornier as it would spur his hand onwards. It would begin to move faster and at times, Don would have to just stop his cleaning.

The little dentist tool would be above his opened mouth, and he could see the lust glowing in Don’s eyes as his hand would stroke the cock even harder. Small tears would well up as Don would fight for control, but never quite manage. It was then that Trevor would finally pull the pulsing cock out of the pants, to let it breathe and to give him more room to quickly pull on the throbbing cock.

That was the most dangerous time, when he had the cock out and it made the whole jerk off that much more enjoyable. The sounds of people moving past, always listening to see if they were about to come in, made his hand a blur as it pulled on the long cock. He could hear the whimpers too as Don would sometimes brace himself, his one hand shaking with the scraper tool, the other clenching his shoulder.

The fingers would dig into his flesh until it reached bone, and it hurt. Hell he never did ever get rid of the bruise that would result from such a hold, but he didn’t care. As Don would hold his shoulder in a tight painful grip, Trevor would let his hand start to go even faster. It would go up and over the throbbing cock head, gathering the growing pre cum and spreading it down the hot skin of the shaft. He could feel the vein beneath grow as Don’s blood would rush to the demanding cock head.

Trevor always looked down to see the blur of his hand, and the shaking cock that he held onto. His eyes would bore down on that red flesh and it made his own heart skip several beats. He would feel his own body growing harder and more tight as the hand continued to pull on the pole. It was only when he could hear the constant moans next to his ears, that he would become even more excited, as it was a signal that Don couldn’t hold on.

The first shot of cum was always the best. It would come flying out from between his fist to strike him high up, splattering against the bip over his chest. The second stream of milk would generally not make it past his clenched fist, but would fall back onto the shaking cock head. The palm of his hand was soaked by the hot jizz, and his shoulder would be aching as Don would tighten his grip, until the third and final shot would dribble out into his hand.

Don would look down at him, as he slowly moved his hand off the throbbing cock, and brought it up to his face. He would watch the eyes grow wider as he let his tongue lick the palm of his own hand, tasting Don’s cum. He would lick at his fingers, all the time keeping his eyes on Don’s face.

The eyes would look amazed and always were like saucers, as they peered down into Trevor’s own. They would sparkle a little more too as Trevor’s tongue would lick at the fingers, just like one did after eating fried chicken. With a deep sigh, it would all be over and Don would push his spent cock back into his pants. Though this last time, he let Trevor do it.

Somehow, Don would manage to then finish the cleaning. While he was finishing, they would simply just keep on staring at each other. Under that white mask, Trevor could sense a huge grin, and one day, he hoped he could see it. Course once the cleaning was over he did get to see, but he rather wanted to see it before it was all over.

He had thought about asking him out, about giving him his phone number but somehow he never found the words. Maybe next time he would find the right words, the right opening to ask Don out,  as he pushed open the restroom door again. It had become his first stop after having his teeth cleaned, and as he closed the stall door, he smiled. The tingle in his mouth made him smile as he recalled that tangy taste of Don’s cum.

Next time for sure, he would ask Don out. After all, he was curious to taste the cum when it was fresh and hot. Trevor pulled his own cock out from his pants, and began to stroke it, thinking back to just a few minutes ago. Definitely next time, he thought as his body began to quiver and images of Don filled his thoughts.

Forced Out

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

Morgan placed his drink of Scotch down on the end table, and placed his hands under his chin. He stared out at the well furnished room and felt the skip of his heart, as he wondered if all that was before him was about to be taken away. He felt the tiny beads of perspiration forming once again, as he contemplated his enormous error in judgement. Least in his eyes it was huge, and yes, a mistake.

Yet he really didn’t think he could have prevented it from happening. Sam was one of those that after one look, you simply felt like they were old friends you could trust. Not to mention how damn hot he looked. The way his blond hair curled around his ears, or the tiny lock that always hanged down over his forehead. The perfect nose and thin pale lips that always seemed wet, and ready to devour a person. His blue eyes were always sparkling, and made you think he knew everything about whatever he was staring at, and you always felt like you wanted it to be you that he was looking at.

He knew it had been wrong, a man his age, nearly 40, having such thoughts about someone just barely out of their teens.  Sam was just 20, though at times he looked younger. Like when he was playing in the pool, or sitting drinking a beer at the bar. He had that look, that certain aura that made your heart quiver, and your dick stiffen. Just one look, and you’d feel the heat in your groin, that one glance that would make you perspire with lustful hope in your heart. Sam was that, and more for Morgan, and yet now he realized it was all an act.

Despite the realization that he had been played, Morgan couldn’t help but feel that somehow he had been to blame.  That maybe he had given Sam a wrong signal along the way. That maybe was the toughest part of the whole thing. He knew he had been taken advantage of, that now that Sam had what he wanted, he was moving on up, with the next willing victim. That was the word too, victim. He had to come to terms with that, even though his memories of the few times with Sam were still fresh in his mind and dreams.

Morgan knew he couldn’t let Sam get away with it. He owed Derek that much, and others too. If he kept quiet, others like him would be going through this same self torture, and no amount of dick and heavy breathing could alter that. Sure, there might be a chance that he could escape any serious harm to his reputation, and to his marketability, but he doubted it. Hollywood might be Liberal, but fags were still kept out of sight. By breaking his silence, by acknowledging his homosexuality, he was putting his entire career at risk.

Right now, he knew that when his sexuality came out, the writers of the show he was on, might not want him anymore. After all, they had taken nearly an entire season to build him up as a romantic interest for one of the other cast members. If it broke that he was queer, it could effect the show’s ratings. Viewers might not buy into the story line, that he was attracted to Monica. Then were would he be? Expendable but despite that fear, he still couldn’t help but think about the times he spent with Sam. Gawd, the kid was amazing in bed, despite him knowing it was all an act.

Morgan stood up from his winged chair, and padded over to the patio doors. A gentle warm breeze blew in, and made him smile, as he remembered that one night, with Sam. It was a night just like this one, warm and balmy, as Sam had shown up, uninvited though welcomed. Least then he was, but not now.

For the life of him, Morgan couldn’t figure out how he had tipped his hand, how he had conveyed to Sam that he was aching for his young muscular body. To feel his warm breathe on his face, to feel his long tapered fingers caressing his skin had burned hotly in his thoughts, and yet he had thought he was the only one who knew. Yet somehow, Sam had sensed it, felt it so that on that night, he had shown his own desire. Or so Morgan had thought. Of course now he knew different, still then he hadn’t believed his good fortune.

It had started innocently, with Sam musing about the pool. How nice it was to be in a position to actually live in a house with one. Things like how he’d never leave it on nights like this, how romantic it would be. Somehow he had wormed his way in, until Morgan suggested he was welcome to go for a swim. Then naturally there was the faked pleasure, then the consternation of not bringing any swim gear. Funny how he had fallen for that one. Still he had told him not to worry, he could just swim in his underwear, or borrow one of his suits. Naturally he was a bit larger around the middle than Sam, and they had both laughed at that suggestion. Sam mentioning that it would more than likely float off him if he did, so he had opted to just go in his underwear, after eliciting a promise that he could toss them in Morgan’s dryer afterwards.

It really had seemed all so innocent.

Morgan reached down to the end table, picking up his drink and walked out onto the deck. He stared down at the glistening water of the swimming pool, remembering that night, when his life had gone from being comfortable, to one where his future was suddenly placed at risk. His eyes narrowed as he sipped more of the burning liquid, recalling standing in that exact spot. He was watching the splashing figure of Sam, as he swam back and forth in those white boxer shorts.

He could remember his thoughts too, at how sleek the young man looked. How he reminded him of the grace of a Dolphin swimming the way he hardly disturbed the water. The odd flash of his nearly naked body had given Morgan a hard cock. More than that, he had felt flushed as he had watched Sam swimming, dreaming of what lay beneath those boxers. He could see how the cloth had clung to his body, how it showed the perfect shape of his butt cheeks, even down to how they had worked their way into the crack between. Morgan had enjoyed that view, to the point where he would even rub his excited crotch.

Somehow he didn’t think Sam had noticed, among other things. When he had tired, and climbed out of the pool, water dripping off his well built body, Morgan had stifled back a gasp of wonder. Sam stood up, and shook his head, sending water spraying all over, including over Morgan. It didn’t matter as Morgan had his eyes glued to the soaked shorts, that clung all around Sam’s groin.

He could see clearly the outline of the large cock, the balls even. It all showed but what had taken his breath away, was the firm look of the cock shaft itself. It was almost as if Sam had a fully erect cock, and he licked his lips without thinking. Sam’s laughter made him look up, into those perfect blue eyes. The sparkle, the all knowing glare, made him sweat. He stammered as Sam merely put his fingers to lips, signalling for him not to speak. He then moved a few steps closer to Morgan. It took him by surprise and he took one step backwards, but halted when he saw a strange hurt look in those eyes.

Standing still, he let Sam come closer until he could feel the young man’s breathe across his face. He stared into the eyes, almost as if he was hypnotized. He couldn’t move as he watched the head tilt to one side, his own standing rock still as he saw the eyelids flutter, then close as the entire face came forward. The sudden touch of Sam’s hands on his shoulders made him quiver, and then it was like the fourth of July.

The press of those moist lips on his own, made him quake with excitement and fear. The jolt of electricity running up and down his body was almost too much but Sam’s hands held him upright. He truly thought he would faint if Sam hadn’t held him. It was still an unbelievable experience, as Sam’s lips pressed lightly at first, then more forcibly. The tongue pushing his own lips apart was unreal. His mind reeled to the sensation, but his body was quick to surrender.

His mouth opened a little, and it was like fireworks exploding in his mind. He couldn’t believe how he was trembling as Sam began to kiss him with what he thought was unbridled passion. The forcefulness of the kiss took his breath away, as did the surprise of it all. Morgan could feel himself getting warmer, almost like he was actually on fire as Sam’s tongue licked inside his mouth. He could taste him, and finally his mind let go. His body was now in charge, as his own arms reached around and hugged Sam, drawing his wet nearly naked body into his own.

He felt the press of Sam’s groin against his. The cock in those wet shorts was hard and made an impression on his belly as they clung together, kissing hard. He struggled for air, as he felt Sam’s body and then the one hand moved off his shoulder, and began to trace a path along his heaving chest. He could feel the fingers moving down his shaking body and then reach down to his crotch. The fingers were replaced by the whole hand that reached down and pressed hard inwards. He moaned as he felt his own cock jerking, the press of Sam’s hand rocking him a little. He felt his sweat dripping off his forehead as Sam rubbed his crotch, and whispered his amazement at the thickness of Morgan’s hard cock.

He was being worked, he realized that now, but then he was too surprised to recognize the falseness. Instead he revelled in it, like a peacock being complimented on its plumage. His ego swelled as he pushed his hips outwards, to drive Sam’s hand harder into his aroused cock.

Sam responded by whispering how much he had hoped for this. How he had prayed for it even, as he was so attracted to Morgan. The endless flattery made a shambles of his reserve, his last hope to keep his secret from being known. He whispered his own desires, his own appreciation of Sam, and his own hopes and dreams. It was all Sam needed.

Before he could come down from the shock of being kissed and fondled, Sam ended any chance for Morgan to hold onto his secret. He stepped away, smiling at Morgan, and reached out, to grab the dangling hand. He took it, and moved it so that Morgan’s hand rested on Sam’s own crotch. The touch of his hand on those wet shorts, on the burning pole inside was too much for him.

He didn’t need any more coaxing. His hand began to massage the thick pole, to push and prod at it, his eyes glazed over as he found himself suddenly on his knees. Sam’s soft words urged him onwards, as he leant forward. His hand still pushing at the cock but now his face was staring right at it. He could see it outlined and he licked his lips as Sam’s hands now rested lightly on his shoulders. He knelt there for a second or two, admiring the thick pole, then he glanced up.

His eyes met Sam’s and he saw the lust inside of them. Least that is what he thought he had seen. ‘Go on’ the voice whispered to him and he broke the eye contact to once more stare at the groin. His hands moved away and up, to grab the thin waistband, and began to push the wet shorts down the young man’s body. His eyes stared as he pushed the shorts down, feeling his shoulders suddenly take the weight of Sam’s body, as Sam stepped out from them.

He really didn’t notice it but only as a glancing thought as his entire focus was on the hard cock that had sprung out to stare back at him. His eyes widened as the cock came free, and even brushed past his nose.

All rational thought was gone. He sucked in his breath as he stared at the beautiful piece of meat. Morgan saw the thick veins bulging from just under the head. The fiery purple color made his eyes water, and the tiny dot of white at its centre made his whole body quiver in anticipation. His own body was aching as he felt the hands now pushing him a bit.

‘Go on’ was once more being whispered to him. ‘please’ and other encouragements were floating around his head as his heart was pounding a mile a second. His body grew tense as he felt his one hand reach up, shaking.

His finger reached up, to touch the wiry pubic hairs, then his whole hand was grasping at the base of the thick pole. His body was shaking uncontrollably as he encircled his fingers around the thick base. He moaned as he felt his head moving forward, his eyes devouring the growing vision of the hard cock as it came closer and closer. His eyes refused to close, as he opened his mouth, and the sudden taste of pre cum on his lips, as he drew the hard cock inside his mouth made the blood rush from his head to his cock.

Morgan groaned and he heard the answering whisper of ‘oh yeah, yeah, more’ coming from above him. He wrapped his own lips around the flesh, tasting the salty mixture as he fed Sam’s cock to his own eager mouth. His tongue flicked out and licked at the underside as it slid inwards, slowly filling it. He struggled a bit by its huge size, but carefully he felt it slide down into his waiting throat.

His hands moved away and wrapped around the upper thighs, reaching out to grasp at the shivering mounds of Sam’s buttocks. They dug into the warm flesh, as he began to move his head along the thick cock shaft. In and out he fed himself the hard pole, his fingers digging in. The sounds of satisfied moans only made his heart race.

Morgan could feel the jolts of electricity as they travelled up and down his own body. The constant trembling made him groan, answered by the increasing moans from above. The press of Sam’s fingers on his shoulder hurt, and then they began to push on his head, to make him move his head faster. He felt the pressure as his own need for Sam’s milk grew inside. His body ached as he sucked on the hard cock.

Sam’s hips were moving in time with the motion of Morgan’s head. It was like a synchronized dance, as he sucked on the hard pole. He felt the head striking the roof of his mouth or the side of his cheeks, or dig deep down into his throat. It was forceful as the moans became whimpers, then cries of pleasure. He wanted so much to please Sam, that he ignored the bruising pounding of his mouth by the hard cock.

Suddenly he felt the hands grasp his hair. The fingers twisted around his own locks and he felt his head being forced forward. His body tensed as he felt the buttocks tighten under his fingers. The heavy panting grew more intense, more laboured as Sam’s cock was being pounded mercilessly into his mouth. It came as a surprise.

One second his mouth was burning from the hard flesh of Sam’s dick, then suddenly a hard wet stream was rushing down his throat. He gagged on the sudden wave of liquid that was filling his mouth. He struggled to not pull back, even if he could. The wild cry of release echoed in his ears, as he felt the cock head buck and twist even. He held his lips tighter, making his head dizzy and his eyes could see flashes of lights, despite being held tightly shut.

The cry made his own body quake, as the hot thick liquid shot down his throat. There was so much of it, that he felt it backing up, filling his throat and then his mouth. Hot drops of it found their way out from the corners of his mouth, as Morgan began to swallow.

A salty sweet taste filled his mouth. His nose flared as he breathed in that special musk scent of a male, mingled with the scent of sweat and passion. His body tried to relax, to let the hot milk flow down his throat. He didn’t want any more to drip out, as he felt more and more of the wonderful milk come flowing out, filling an already filled mouth. Swallowing he felt his Adam’s Apple bopping and he felt the press of Sam’s groin against his face. The young man’s weight was now fully resting on him, as he swallowed more of the thick milk.

Somehow he had managed to take it all. The hot thick juice coated his throat and mouth as he heard the harsh breathing from above. The desperate gasping for air made him shudder as he licked at the cock, that was now fully drained. The taste making him shiver as he slowly pulled his head back. Morgan opened his eyes to see the groin pulling back, and the white flesh of a softening cock now filled his vision. The panting sounds from above him, made him smile as he looked up.

The sound of his doorbell brought him back. His hand moved away from his crotch as he stared out at the empty pool area. There was no Sam, no naked Adonis standing above him, as once more the peal of the doorbell rang out. He grimaced, as he knew that it was his moment of truth. The visitor would be his lawyer, and as he turned away to go answer the door, he glanced back at the pool.

No matter what, he would at least still have those memories, he thought as he went to answer the door. And he had at least more than just a single blow job to remember. It eased the twisting feeling in his guts, as he answered the door, taking that first step towards coming out of hiding.