Gaystoryman’s Gay Fiction

Yard Sale

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (2)

The crumbled bills felt strange in his hands, as he watched Cory come forward. His face looked clean still, but the eyes looked sad. His whole body seemed tense, on edge as if he was nervous about something, as he kept glancing around, as if to look for a place to run to. It was odd, to see him looking so jittery. He felt sorry for the younger man, but there was something in how he moved that made him a bit uneasy.

Garth stood aside, as Cory walked in. He watched as the younger man stood inside, staring at the more or less empty room. His shoulders seemed to sag a bit, as he turned to look at Garth. There was something in his face, that made Garth quiver a bit. Something was on his mind, as the younger man looked down at his feet, then dug into his pants, and pulled out a small trinket.

He lifted his hand up, opening it, to show an old watch, dented and faded from years of use. The gold coloring of the pocket watch was faded to a dull metallic shade as Garth recognized it. He reached out, to take it from Cory’s hand and looked at him, as the young man shoved it towards him.

‘How did you? I…’

‘I stole it, it was in the bathroom. I saw it, and, anyhow, I couldn’t keep it.’

‘I see, why? No one willing to pay you enough for it?’

Cory looked up, and Garth saw the tears rolling down his face. His voice had been harsh and he could see it had made an impact on Cory. Yet he was feeling angry, betrayed as he looked down at the old pocket watch. It had been his father’s, and while it wasn’t worth much in money, it had sentimental value to him.

‘You won’t believe me.’

‘Probably not, but go ahead, let’s hear it.’

Cory moved a bit, shuffling his feet as he eyed the doorway, which Garth noticed. He tensed up, wondering if the kid was going to bolt, through him, as he stood between the door and Cory. Instead he watched as Cory seemed to just slump a bit more, almost as if he was going to collapse.

‘Does it matter? You have it back.’

‘You were going to keep it, until I called you back, so give, let’s hear it Cory.’

‘Why?’

‘I don’t know, maybe because you gave me back the cash, but kept the watch, you think it’s valuable, worth more than the cash, or were you hoping I’d call you back, so you could maybe find something else?’

‘NO!, No, I uh, I just… you won’t understand.’

‘Try me’

Part of him wanted to reach out, and just shake the kid. It wasn’t that the watch was worth much, most pawn shops had dozen’s in better shape, but it was all he had left that meant something. It was a connection that he would have missed, and yet looking at Cory, there was something that held him back. It was stupid, he should call the cops on the kid, teach him a lesson, but then once more that damn conscience held him back.

It made no sense, but instead of lashing out, his tone softened, and he felt sorry for the kid. Besides, he did give him back the cash, worth a damn site more than the watch. Yet it wasn’t making sense to him, why did he give him back the money, but keep the watch?

‘Come on, we’ll go to the kitchen, have some coffee, and you can give me the story.’

‘It isn’t a story, It..’

‘It’s what? Come on, what?’

‘I was going to give it back, when I uh, when I gave you the money back, but…’

‘But what?’

‘I guess I just wanted something, to hold, to have.’

Cory was right, he didn’t understand. Instead of making a smart ass reply, he kept quiet and led the younger man back towards the kitchen. In some ways maybe he could understand, but as he watched Cory walking ahead, he couldn’t help but wonder what the real story was. There had to be more, than just wanting a watch.

He poured himself a second cup of coffee, as he leaned back a bit in the chair. Garth looked over the top of his cup, as he sipped the luke warm brew, watching how careful Cory was to avoid his stare. The way he fidgeted while holding the mug, still virtually untouched. It was strange, but he felt that maybe Cory really hadn’t tried to rip him off, least not in the classic sense.

God, he had been down the route a few times, and for a lot more than the price of an old watch. Hell, Ken was a perfect example of how not to handle a relationship, yet he had fallen for him, hook line and sinker. Sure the sex had been good, well he thought it had. Obviously Ken didn’t think so, given his parting words. They had hurt too, and yet in the cold light of day, he knew that he had simply been a sucker.

Ken had played him, no doubt in his mind about that. Course, he had let him. So was it right to blame Ken, when he knew better? Maybe that is what hurt the most, that he had tried, knowing it was fruitless. Ken had taken a lot more off him than a watch.

Christ, Ken wouldn’t lower himself to take something as meaningless as an old watch. He was a gold digger, and he knew the cash value of everything. When he had left, he had taken what mattered to him, what he could get money for, not what meant anything to him. Like the watch, it only had a meaning for Garth, to Ken it was worthless junk.

He felt a small shudder, as he realized he was comparing Ken to Cory, as if there was a need to. It felt odd, to sit here, knowing that the kid in front of him had stolen from him, yet at the same time try to make sense out of it. Not like he would have known, until morning, and then what? Would he have gone hunting Cory down for it or would he have simply swore, and moved on?

At the same time, he felt something for Cory. Maybe it was his look, his youth, or maybe it was something he couldn’t put his finger on. There was something different about Cory, hence his comparison with Ken. Was he trying to make Cory into something Ken wasn’t? Or was he just wanting it to be that way, sort of a rebound type thing?

He was smart enough to know that he wasn’t in the best of shape, emotionally, yet Cory had struck a nerve. Looking at him now, he couldn’t help but compare his looks to Ken’s, as well as his actions. Ken would never have given him the cash back, nor the watch. He never admitted to anything, even when he left, he couldn’t accept that Garth had done anything for him.

It had shocked him, that morning when Ken told him off, and left. Looking over at Cory, he didn’t see Ken or anything resembling him. Ken hadn’t looked ashamed, didn’t look sorry or even sad. Hell the guy seemed pleased to see the way Garth had looked, when told that it was all over.

Yet the night before, he wouldn’t have guessed that Ken was about to dump in the morning. Man, what a night it was, the wine flowing, the cuddling, and the attention too. Strange, but he realized it now, that it was nothing but a set up. Ken had a mean streak, and he had made that last night together as perfect as possible, simply to make the break up even more painful for Garth.

Christ what a bastard he thought, and his face grew a bit more taut, as he held his coffee cup, remembering both that night, and the morning after. Man what a sap he had been, getting up early, fixing a special breakfast for Ken, to have it all thrown in his face. His eyes got a bit narrow, as he thought back to that morning, at how right after he had swallowed the last waffle, drunk the last sip of specially brewed coffee, Ken had looked at him, and told him it was over.

Just like that, he had sat there, a thin cruel smile on his face as he said the words, watched Garth’s face as each word registered, as the surprise and shock turned to hurt. He relished it, there was no doubt of that. How his lips curled up as Garth had started to tear up, how he had shook a bit. It was all a good laugh for Ken, yet the night before, it had seemed like Ken was the perfect partner.

He couldn’t get rid of the conflicting images, of Ken smiling his ‘gotcha’ look in the morning, with the wide grin of pleasure he had been giving Garth all night long. How he had whispered ‘I love you’ so many times while touching him, while holding him. It was a good acting job, for sure, and now in front of him, he was confronting another disappointment. Or was he?

Ken had a good body, was handsome and certainly knew how to please a person in bed. His body was always moving, his hands, his tongue, all were like weapons of sexual torture. How he could get Garth almost ready to blow his load, then let him down, making it hurt unbelievably hard, yet pleasurable. How he could get him in the mood just with a look, a toss of his head and a glance of his eyes.

The way he had done it countless other times, but that last night, he was in top form. The way he had looked, fluttered his eyelashes at him, looked at him with his eyes, as if devouring him. It had given him chills, and when he had helped clean up the dinner dishes, it was like being in a room charged with electricity. Every nuance, every move, seemed sexually charged, which he fell for.

It wasn’t that they had a wild passionate sex life to begin with, normal he would call it, but that night, it was like the first time, only better. There was no need to explore, to test the waters. Ken knew what he liked, knew where those special places were and how to touch them, to get them pulsing. How Ken had used that knowledge.

In some ways, recalling it now only made it seem even more intense than then, yet it didn’t lessen the anger he had for the guy. How he could have done all that, knowing, was still a mystery to him. As he sipped the coffee, looking at Cory, he knew that with Cory, he could never do that. There was still too much honesty in the kid, too much naivety. Garth sighed, as he felt his body stirring, as the memories of that night worked its way across his mind.

How his whole body had trembled when Ken had brushed his arm past his buttock, reaching for a towel to help dry the dishes. How it had lingered against his cheeks, just lightly touching, while Ken talked about the day. How his voice had sounded husky, how his talk seemed to be about things that interested Garth, things that Ken rarely talked about or showed an interest in.

The whole routine was so charged, he had almost dropped a plate, and how the laughter had filled the kitchen then. How it would be filled with angry retorts less than 24 hours from then. Instead it was nothing but soft words, the odd joke that wasn’t as funny as their laughter might have indicated. Still, the touching, the way Ken would grab his shoulder, squeeze it, after a bit of a joke, or just out of the blue.

How he had made Garth feel like he was the only person in the entire world, by his look, his touch. How he moved his slender body next to him, and then how he took the wash cloth out of his hands, and dropped it into the sink, while turning Garth around, to face him. The way he looked into his face, the love that seemed to just sparkle from his eyes, then how his head had tilted. How the lips had looked so inviting, and then moved closer, to brush against his own.

God, the way his body had shook then. Ken only smiled and kissed him on the cheek, wiping a strand of Garth’s hair off his forehead. That little gesture almost giving him an orgasm. It was so well orchestrated, the odd little touch, the way his eyes looked, and how it felt as he had taken Garth’s hand, and pulled him away from the sink, some dishes still left inside.

Again, something he wasn’t used to. Ken had the charm, to make him forget stuff, to ignore tasks that needed doing. Leaving the dishes, Ken had taken him straight to the bedroom, another unusual move. He had laughed, joked at what a horny bitch Ken was being, who only grinned more, and made him feel so special. Even now, he could feel that tremble inside, that little quiver, that only had helped to arouse him.

Normally Ken liked it quick, but not that night. Walking into the bedroom, he flicked off the lights, and led Garth to the bed, to have him sit on the edge. Then he pulled out a large candle, and went around the room, lighting several other candles that had been placed all over. Again, a surprise as Ken had done it all, while he had been making dinner.

It only added to his love of the guy, or so he had felt then. To be surprised was not easy to do, yet Ken had done it then, and certainly the following morning. That angry thought, memory, was somehow pushed aside, as his mind dwelled on the night. How the room seemed to be moving, thanks to the flickering flames of several candles. How the flames all seemed to be dancing with each other, against the walls. Sort of like some weird love making ritual dance, as they would flicker one way, moving away from each other, then suddenly rush back towards each other.

He sat on the bed, watching as Ken moved around, and soon he could smell the aroma too. Not only had he placed several candles around, but they were those aromatic types, that weren’t cheap either. The fragrance wasn’t overpowering, as the room begun to fill with their scent. Once lit, Ken moved back to face Garth. His eyes just seemed to sparkle in the room’s darkness. The eerie glitter of the candles played across his entire frame, as he stood there looking down at him.

Moving softly, he began to slowly undress. Another little trick of his, that worked. How he would make sure you were watching, then slowly, agonizingly slowly, move his hands to undo his shirt buttons, one at a time, drawing the moment out. Then he would just let the shirt hang there, open just enough to show off his flat stomach, to give a small glimpse of his golden skin underneath.

One hand would move up and down the opened part of the shirt, caressing his own body. He would push the hand behind the shirt, not letting the shirt open much more, and you could see the hand reaching towards his nipples, at how they would move around the firm flesh, but not actually see it. Ken would moan a bit, a soft sort of whimper really, then once more the hand would be running down his flat chest, towards his belly.

He had you then, and knew it. The hand would rest at the pants waist band, waiting for him to move. Garth had looked up, licking his lips, hooked fully in the moment. Ken had smiled, as his fingers deftly undid the button to his pants. The sound making him jump a bit. A smile crossed Ken’s face then, as he held his fingers still for a second, until Garth’s eyes had once more moved down to stare at the bulging basket and the pants.

Ken let his fingers slowly unzip the pants, then push them apart and guide them down his legs. He stood there, bent over a bit, as he pulled each leg out of the pants, then tossed them aside, like a finished banana peel. So casual and yet so exciting too. He couldn’t help it as his eyes turned and watched the pants go sailing off to the floor. Then once more they returned to the man in front, the bulge of his erect penis stretching his underwear.

Calvin Kleins of course, as the huge letters seemed to glower at him. Ken’s hand would move down, to surround his bulging dick, highlighting it even more. Garth had licked his lips, as the one hand moved across the huge lump, the other moving up the centre of his chest, pushing the shirt open a bit more. Garth had been hooked and found himself leaning back on both hands, his eyes devouring the beautiful shape of Ken’s thighs.

The way the hair on his legs seemed to be standing up, and how big his basket looked. Even though he knew exactly what was under the underwear, he couldn’t help but feel tense, feel impatient at the delay in showing him what he already knew was there. It was all part of Ken’s plan, at how he suddenly moved his hands away, and removed the shirt instead. Yet even that had its moments, as Garth couldn’t keep his eyes from the show.

With his shirt off, he moved in closer, to where his legs now rested up against Garth’s. The room’s electricity quotient shot up a thousand fold, as his legs brushed up against Garth’s own legs. The face was looking down at him, as his eyes moved from Ken’s face, then to his groin, then back up to the face. How handsome he had looked, how alive he had felt.

Ken leaned forward, making Garth lean back for a second, then a smile crossed his face, as Garth felt his lips brush his. He felt the hands now resting on the bed, next to his shaking body. Garth couldn’t help but feel fully aroused, as their lips touched, as Ken’s tongue suddenly poked out, pressing up against Garth’s closed mouth.

He felt himself being forced backwards, further onto the bed, as he moved his arms back, then up and off the bed. Garth felt himself fall back, his arms reach up and around Ken’s body. The touch making him shiver. Then the lips were pressing hard, and he felt Ken’s body pressing down onto his own. He felt Ken’s hard groin pressing down onto his belly, as he took all of Ken’s weight.

His hand reached up and held his head between them, then he pressed his own face down, his lips crushing Garth’s. The tongue dug between his lips, pressing past and driving deep into his mouth. He tasted the younger man, tasting his lover in a way he hadn’t before. The tongue was relentless, but the hands held his face firmly in place, and then he began to kiss him back. His own hands moving up and down Ken’s body, then settling at his hips.

Ken managed to not only kiss him hard, but swivel his lower waist across Garth’s. It was all so quick, so unbelievably hot, that he lost all thought. His body was no longer his to command, as Ken’s body pressed down on him, making him feel like he was being pushed through the actual bed. His chest hurt, his legs spread apart, as Ken’s body formed itself to him.

The hard press on his crotch was making him sweat, as Ken continued to kiss him hard, deeply. The tongue moved in and out, and it was like being fucked. Hard deep thrusts, then out, then back in. The hands moved from his face, to slide down his body, making every nerve tingle as the hands past by. Every nerve inside was tingling, was on edge, as the hands moved down, to his own hips.

He sucked in air, moaned constantly as Ken continued to kiss him, to taste him. The lips would press hard on his, then move to kiss his chin, even his eyes. The hands undid his pants, and were pressing over his own throbbing cock. He felt the moment coming, moaned louder, and unlike most times, Ken didn’t stop. His fingers took hold of his cock, and the touch as they reached up and glided over his moist cock head only made him tremble more.

What a rush it was, to feel that one finger as it slid over his pee slit. The way the tip just managed to move over the top, then moistened by his precum slide back down underneath. Garth groaned, his body arched up but was held down by Ken’s weight. His legs stiffened, as his eyes fluttered, and he caught a quick glimpse of Ken’s face. He could still recall each line across the forehead, see each eyelash as they fluttered.

It was more than he could take, and without Ken stopping, neither could he. His whole body shook, his cries echoed into the room, as he heard his heart race to a fever pitch scream. The thumping inside was too much, as he bucked and shook. His legs kicked out, his arms dug deep into Ken’s thighs, right to the bone.

Ken’s hand suddenly closed up around Garth’s cock head, as it reared back, then released its steamy load of milk. He felt it flowing out, felt it being directed back to his belly, splattering across his pubes. He cried out, his voice shrill, as his arms let go and fell hard onto the bed. Yet all he could do was feel the rolling thunder inside, the way his whole body suddenly felt like it was on fire.

He remembered it all, as his body heaved, as his head rolled from side to side as his hips arched upwards, pushing up against Ken’s body. The way his cock ached, as it became coated with his own hot milk. How his entire groin was soaked and he could hear Ken’s heavy breathing as well. He could feel it against his cheek, as his body shook and shook.

It felt like forever, but finally it had subsided, and he lay there, his eyes adjusting to the room’s light. The candles still doing their little dance on the ceiling, the walls. His breathing was labored, as he stared at Ken, like a deer caught in a car’s headlights. He saw the glint in the eyes, the pleasure around his mouth, which made Garth smile back. He felt like he had just climbed Mount Everest, as Ken lifted himself up, and looked down at Garth.

How assuring his eyes had looked, how loving. He remembered how Ken leaned down, to kiss him once more, but this time, lightly. The brush of his lips had been like a match on dry kindling. All the passion he had just felt exploding inside, came rushing back. His cock jerked a bit, its decline arrested.

Garth shook his head, trying to clear his mind of the memory. His eyes were clouded, as he tried to focus, tried to get back to the moment. Looking over across from him, wasn’t Ken, but Cory. He let the chair move back forward, and sat his coffee cup down. A slight chill crept through his body, as he stared at the young man who had stolen his watch. Yet as he looked at him, saw how nervous he was, he couldn’t help but continue to compare him with Ken.

Garth took a deep breath, pushing aside the memories of that last night with Ken. Ken was gone, and he had to deal with this instead, plus morning was getting closer, as was his departure away from here, away from Ken.

‘Time to fess up Cory, why did you take the watch?’

Cory put the coffee mug down, and looked up at Garth. He had his hands on the table, around the mug, and Garth could see how he kept moving them, showing his nervousness.

‘I wanted something to remember you by’

Graveyard Shift with Dawson

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (2)

Just looking at Chip and how his face was so relaxed, eased the tension, but only a little. He still didn’t know how this would play out, as he zipped up and stared. Those eyes were baring down on him, and yet they didn’t look menacing, or dangerous. He felt his face was flushed, knew he’d been caught, but it was done. Dawson had learned a long time ago, you can’t undo certain things, you can only hope to minimize the damage.

‘Sorry, I uh, I don’t…’

‘It’s cool man, I guess in a way its flattering.’

‘Huh? You aren’t uh, pissed?’

‘Nah, not like you are the first fa… uh gay guy to uh…’

For a split second, he felt himself tighten, specially as Chip had begun to say the ‘f’ word, but when he stopped himself, he felt relieved. The guy obviously wasn’t a total jerk, or one of those ‘jocks’ either. For some reason, he felt pleased, and then too, what did he mean he hadn’t been the first?

‘get off on thinking of you? That what you were gonna say?’

‘yeah, kind of. Makes me sound like some conceited jerk when you say it that way, but I mean not uh, quite so, uh shall I say, vividly as you, but yeah’

‘How? I mean how did you know others were uh, you know, thinking of you?’

‘Shit man, I played football, you can’t hide a woody in the showers man, even if you are fast enough to get the cold water happening’

‘Oh’

‘Hey no big deal, like I said, rather a compliment’

‘It is, isn’t it?’

‘Yeah, so uh, this may sound weird, but uh, what is it that uh, you know, got you so uh, so…’

‘excited?’

‘yeah’

The way he had looked away, had turned his eyes downward gave him a look that got him hard all over once more. Christ, if this kept up he’d need to go use the restroom. It was strange, to see him standing there, suddenly looking so vulnerable too. It was a bit out of character, or was it?

‘I don’t know, you uh, I guess you just have that look, that sort of hits a button with me. And I guess the others too.’

‘Wish it would with the girls.’

‘Yeah uh, well I can’t help you there.’

‘Guess not, uh, but uh, this may sound dumb, but uh, oh shit this is gonna be dumb, but is it true, what they say about Gays?’

‘Is what true?’

‘That gay guys suck a guy off better than any chick?’

Now it was his turn to look downwards. To try and glance up without being noticed. His nerves were on edge, yet he didn’t feel threatened, and frankly, judging by how Chip looked, Dawson thought he was being serious. That he really wanted to know.

‘I suppose, no one ever complained’

Chip didn’t look at him, but stared out at the empty lot, at the glaring lights. Dawson waited, wondering what this was all about, he also felt a bit excited. Could Chip be just trying to put him at ease, or was he curious? He had met a few straight boys that were curious, but it never really turned out well. It was a bit worrisome too, because once they tried gay sex, and didn’t like it, they became distant, or worse, abusive.

Then there were the closet cases. He stared at Chip, at how he stood there, at how his hands seemed to keep wiping his pants, as if they were wet or something. How he would glance around, yet not look directly at him. Maybe it wasn’t that he was curious, but that he really was family? Yet the guy was 18, he would know, wouldn’t he?

Dawson waited, but it seemed like it was just going to be left at that. Chip seemed to be thinking, but did everything he could to avoid looking at Dawson, or even talk to him. For a bit, Dawson thought maybe he was pissed at him, but then the body language didn’t seem angry, or anywhere close to it. Their few words exchanged were out of necessity and brief. It was awkward at best, and he still didn’t know if Chip would let anyone else know.

It worried him, and as their end of shift drew near, he began to fret. What if the first thing out of his mouth when their relief crew arrived, was that he had caught him jerking off? Or worse, mentioned he had been calling his name? Christ, he could hear the comments now, and it was making him edgy. It was also giving him the willies too, because he didn’t know how or what Chip would do.

He wanted to ask him, tried to a few times, but just when he had enough nerve up, a customer would show up and off Chip would go. About the only good thing was that his pumping was better, the over pumps were getting less. Still, as time advanced, he grew more uptight, and wondered how he could make a quick exit, to avoid the whole situation? Problem was, he was the senior, had to stay to cash out, reconcile everything.

The morning rush was on them, and he lost himself in his work. He lost track, briefly, of the dilemma he was facing, and without even realizing it, the shift was over. Looking up, he saw his relief, and was nearly finished the book work when he noticed Chip had already left. No one seemed to act any different, and Dawson sighed with relief. For now, his secret was safe, as he signed out and headed towards his car.

Turning the corner, he saw a slender figure standing near the door of the closed shop, in front of his car. For a moment he didn’t pay much attention to it, but as he got closer, he thought it looked familiar. Getting closer he recognized the shaggy looking hair, and his heart tightened. It was Chip, and all he could think of was that he was going to either strike out at him, or warn him that he was about to let everyone know about earlier.

His whole body was tense, his hands kept bunching up and balling up into a fist, ready in case it got messy. On the other hand, he also kept looking around, realizing that there were too many people around, opening their stores or whatever, so maybe it wouldn’t turn into a brawl. He wouldn’t back down, he decided, as he came closer.

Chip moved out from the store to come closer, and Dawson saw how he moved. It wasn’t his normal graceful motion, and he looked tense too. So it was going to be a battle, he thought, as Chip was between him and his car.

‘Uh, can I catch a lift? My apartment is down the road a bit.’

Chip indicated the direction with his head, but his eyes seemed locked onto Dawson. It was not what Dawson had expected, as his body sagged, in relief. He quickly agreed, not sure what this was all about, but he wasn’t about to ask now. He just wanted Chip to get in, and drive off, so that any problems would happen away from the gas bar.

The silence was a bit hard to take, as he drove out of the lot, yet he sensed that there was more to Chip’s request for a ride. He waited, unsure what to say himself, as he’d really never been in quite this position before. It felt odd, scary too, but as he moved down the road, he felt a bit easier. The worst was over, least if Chip was going to out him, it wouldn’t be today.

As he pulled up to the curb, near the large plain apartment building, he felt relieved. However, as Chip thanked him, and opened the door to climb out, he hesitated for a second. He turned to look at Dawson, the first time he really looked at him, since he had caught him whacking off.

‘I got coffee, if uh, if you want to come in?’

As he started to refuse, he saw the look in the younger man’s face, and something inside made him change his mind. He accepted, turning off the car and climbing out. It was not like he had a bunch of time, unless he decided to skip first period, but hell, he hadn’t studied much either so missing the morning wouldn’t hurt too much. He’d make it up later, he hoped as he followed Chip to his apartment.

The apartment wasn’t what he’d call filled with stuff, like one might expect. There was a coffee table, a couch and chair and that was about it. There was the standard television and surprisingly a computer but no stereo which was also surprising. Like a good nosey guy, he managed a quick peek in the bedroom as it was right in front as he had walked in. The bed was a mess, just like his own, but it looked so plain, so empty.

Chip made himself busy preparing the coffee, and when he brought the steaming mugs in, he barely looked at Dawson, just thrusting his hand outwards. Their was the briefest touch of fingers, that rather gave Dawson a bit of a thrill. Still, his own nerves were screaming, making him sweat a bit.

The silence from the car carried over, and it felt odd. To sit sipping coffee, both of them looking at their own feet. The odd glance from underneath only heighten the tension, which was making Dawson very uncomfortable. He didn’t know what to say, so he just sipped the coffee.

Dawson glanced at his watch, thinking he should make an exit. It was just too quiet for him, and he really needed to get home and shower. Last night’s little relief was beginning to feel icky, not to mention all the sweat from the tension he was feeling. He sort of sighed, about to thank Chip for the coffee, which seemed to spur Chip.

‘You really never had anyone complain?’

‘Huh? Oh, uh, well no, not from any of the uh, straight guys, no, no complaints’

‘Been a few?’

‘Well, I wouldn’t say a lot, a few though.’

‘Did they uh, did they strip all the way? Or uh, I mean, shit, uh…’

‘Depends’

‘On what?’

‘How good of a blow job they wanted. Look, you asking me to suck you off?’

For a moment he thought he saw a flash of anger, and he tensed up, though he had no idea how he could. Yet as he waited, Chip sort of just sagged, but without saying anything, he just nodded, keeping his face averted.

Dawson sipped at the last of his coffee, wondering what next. The other straight guys he had done, well they were guys he had known for a time, not like Chip. Still, even they had more or less drifted away afterwards, but he had to work with this guy. Last thing he needed was for some stupid drama at work. Besides, it could screw his job, if word got out.

‘Why? You seem like a guy who can get any chick with just a smile, so why?’

Chip got up and walked around the tiny living room of the apartment. He was obviously nervous, as he kept moving around, then finally, facing the patio door, he stood still. His voice was soft, almost in a pleading tone really.

‘I don’t know, just that, shit, does it matter? I don’t know, just that when I saw what you were doing, heard you call my name, I sort of, well, I don’t know, I just felt like, wanting to feel it, to see for myself, or, or I don’t know.’

The obvious pain in his voice, the way he kept glancing over at him. Dawson knew, or at least thought he knew, as he stood up and walked over to the young man. The closer he got, the more he could see how he was actually trembling, frightened. The image tugged at his heart, as he put his arm over Chip’s shoulder. He felt him shrink away at first, then move back into Dawson’s embrace.

It felt right, not strange, which in itself was perhaps strange. Yet Dawson felt the beat of Chip’s heart, felt his warmth, as well as his own excitement. He had this urge to kiss him, but he drew back, knowing it would only freak Chip out. Maybe later, if there was a later.

He helped guide Chip towards the couch, and then went back to close the drapes over the patio doors. Without turning around, he could feel Chip’s eyes on him, felt them watching every movement he made, as he slowly turned around. This time, Chip didn’t lower his eyes, but Dawson could see how nervous he was, but also how excited.

Walking over, he moved the coffee table out of the way, then lowered himself to kneel in front of Chip. He kept his eyes on Chip, not letting him see how nervous, he himself was. Leaning back on his haunches, he just looked at Chip, glancing down towards the young man’s crotch, then back to his face. He could feel Chip regaining control, relaxing a little.

Dawson moved his hand up, and let it rest on Chip’s knee. He broke off eye contact, just taking in the younger man’s body. There was a quick intake of breath as his hand rested on the knee, then slowly he felt the body relax, as it became used to his touch. Dawson was in no rush, as he slowly let his eyes move back up, adding a small smile to his face.

Chip smiled back, and leaned further back into the chesterfield. His legs moved a little further apart, no longer presenting a closed stance. He was becoming more comfortable, as Dawson shuffled himself closer, shifting his gaze downwards, towards Chip’s crotch. He let it happen slow, feeling Chip’s eyes following him.

For a moment he wished he had thought about getting some music happening, but no way was he going to break the spell now. Instead he let his hand move up the thigh, to rest near the bulging package. Dawson couldn’t help but notice how much larger it had grown, a good sign, as he took one more look upwards. Chip’s eyes were a bit narrow, focused on Dawson’s hand, on how close it was to his crotch. The eyelids were fluttering a bit, as he watched. There was a bit of a glint as well, as Dawson slowly moved his hand over the crotch.

He could feel the lump, feel the warmth too and the eyes seemed to flicker as his hand moved over it. It was like he was already close, as he gently prodded the firm package, feeling it move. His fingers moved upwards, towards the waist band, and as he moved his other hand to help hold the pants, he felt Chip inhale and hold his breath.

His fingers fumbled a bit with the snap, but he soon had it open, and Chip exhaled. He felt the warm belly press against his hand, which made him tremble a little. His eyes glanced up, to see a sort of glazed look, but no less intent than earlier. The hands pulled the pants open, to expose the underwear, and the very well defined pole inside.

Dawson felt himself sucking in his breath, as he stared down at the long thick pole that was held fast by Chip’s underwear. He wasn’t wearing boxers, but jockey shorts, that were a pale blue in color. The way the fabric was stretched, around the pole, he could see the shape of what was obviously a very thick cock. It would certainly challenge his mouth, given how big it looked.

Looking up, he saw Chip staring, saw him lick his lips, in anticipation. It felt so hot, that Dawson felt like he couldn’t wait himself. He felt his own cock stiffening, even more than it was. His fingers shook, as he reached up to take hold of the elastic waistband, the tops of his fingers actually touching Chip’s skin.

It was as if he had been given a huge electric shock. His arms tingled, his eyes fluttered and he felt his heart beating faster. The simple touch of skin against skin, was almost enough to make his own body shake. It certainly made Chip’s body shudder, as he slowly pulled the top of the underwear down, until finally Chip’s aroused cock was staring at him.

The cock looked so huge, so big as it stood there, wavering from its sudden release. He couldn’t help but lick his lips in anticipation, nor could he avoid opening his eyes wide, to stare at it. It was one of the thickest cocks he had seen. The way the veins circled around the shaft, pulsing and bulging made him quiver a bit. He was rapidly swallowing his saliva, feeling totally mesmerized by the sight.

He felt his chest heave, as Dawson saw the little puff of white show, then disappear, then reappear. The pre cum was there, beginning to over flow, as he watched, his body shaking. Dawson had never felt so aroused before, as he reached down, adjusting his own bulge, then looked up to see a small smile curl around Chip’s thin lips. It looked so damn devilish, that he couldn’t help but grin back.

Leaning forward, he let his hand move lightly down the hard underside. Two fingers just lightly touching the hot flesh, that kept jerking and swaying to his touch. He felt the electricity, felt the desire coming from within. His whole body quivered, his legs were already growing numb from sitting on his heels, but he didn’t care. He was thoroughly entranced by watching his fingers move along the shaft, exploring the hard flesh, feeling the rushing blood flowing through the bulging veins.

The fingers moved down, to circle the shaft, to brush past the swaying pubic hairs. He let them circle then lightly caress the swollen testicles. The scrotum was stretched taut, from the waiting jizz inside, as his finger slowly moved down, towards the hidden valley below. Dawson felt the legs twitch, felt them tighten up and he stopped, moving his finger back upwards, feeling the legs relax as his hand moved back upwards.

Licking his lips, he let his finger move up and down the shaft, then circle under the exposed cock head. It touched in spots, missed in others, as he felt his mouth going dry. He let his eyes take the whole sight in, watching the white liquid begin to drip down from the head. His hand moved up quickly, to pass over the dripping fluid.

Its stickiness made him tremble, as his hand smeared the goo across the head, as Dawson let his head move forward to peer straight down at the hard pole. His eyes widened, then closed as his lips parted, as his head lowered. He felt the hands on the back of his head, felt the fingers reaching and twirling some of his own hair between them. He sighed, feeling the warmth, feeling the excitement as lower his head went, his lips slightly parted.

The instant his lips touched the head, he felt the body stiffen, heard the whimper, and felt the sudden pulling back of the cock, then before he could even blink once, the hard pole was pressing upwards. The hands were suddenly pushing his head, and as he blinked, he tasted Chip.

The cock pushed its way in, banging hard into the back of his mouth. His lips were pressed wide, as the thick pole was shoved inside. The pressure on his head was intense, making him realize just how powerful Chip really was. He gagged, as the huge cock was still being pushed into his mouth. His jaw was forced open wider than it had ever been, as he tried to pull back, to let himself breath.

Dawson heard the moan, as he fought to control his throat & mouth muscles. He stiffen, resisting the hard press on his head, until finally Chip relented, letting him do it his way. His eyes opened, as he saw the shaking belly, the way the muscles within were moving, rolling. He breathed in deeply, smelling that musky scent he knew so well.

The taste was just as familiar too, as he slowly pulled his head back, until just the head was impaled in his mouth. He let his tongue lick at the huge head, tasting the pre cum, swirling it around to mix with his saliva, to then coat the hard head burning the roof of his mouth. He felt his legs stiffen as he began to lower his head, taking more of the thick pole inside.

Chip’s hands moved down to Dawson’s shoulders. He felt the fingers on one dig into his flesh, felt it dig harder as his tongue licked around the head, then the underside of Chip’s cock. His body was shaking, as he let one hand circle and hold tightly to the throbbing pole, at the base. His fist pushed down, into the soft groin.

He could feel the throbbing pulse of the blood, feel the way Chip’s whole body was trembling, as he licked at the underside, his one hand pulling up and pushing down, stroking the hard shaft. His tongue licked at the very base, right between the cock and balls. Chip groaned louder as Dawson’s tongue was licking, as the cock vibrated to the sensations flowing inside of the 18 year old Jock. Dawson felt his own cock jerking against his underwear, wishing he could undo his pants, wishing his cock could be out from under its own restraints.

His eyes clouded, as he once more took the cock between his lips. He tasted it, let his tongue lick at it once, then flatten as he fed the hard pole to his own mouth. Every nerve inside was on edge, as he slowly let himself take the cock. His throat resisted, but he forced it to open, forced his jaw to nearly unhinge itself, to let pass the tasty pole.

Chip was squirming as his hips kept trying to push up, making Dawson pull his head back a few times. The moans and the way the cock was jerking told Dawson it was close. He wasn’t sure if to let it just shoot or not, but as he thought about it, he felt the head jerk backwards. He didn’t have time to think as the first stream of milk was splashing against the back of his throat.

He gagged twice, before he could swallow enough of the thick cream to relax his muscles. More of the hot milk was pouring out, and a hand was clutching at his hair, twisting it and pulling. The body was shaking, in uncontrollable spasms as the cock banged the sides of his mouth. His jaw was aching, as more of the hot milk flowed inside, large amounts dribbling out from the corners of his mouth.

He swallowed hard, taking as much as he could as the cock reared back and sprang forward. The hand held his head firmly, as the cock dug into the back of his throat. His whole body began to shake, to quiver, as Chip’s body kept unloading a steady stream of salty sweet cum.

It ended as it had begun. The hand holding his head fell to the side, and the body in front of him, just seemed to collapse. He could hear the heavy breathing, the harsh panting sounds, as he leaned back. His own body was aching, his limbs numb from being in the one position. Cum was all over his chin, as he looked up, blinking several times to get accustomed to the light.

Chip was leaning back, his tongue hanging out a bit, off to one side. Dawson stared at the young man, at how his chest rose and fell, how the nipples were so firm, making little tent shapes in the shit he wore. He wanted to reach out and touch them, to feel them between his teeth, but he was too exhausted. His body was slowly feeling the pins and needles from blood returning to his limbs.

Dawson had to move, to stretch out, and lay on his side. As he did, he saw how Chip was looking at him, how his eyes moved from the cum coated chin, to Dawson’s own bulging package, that now stared outwards, right at Chip. The eyes didn’t flicker, or move away, but held firmly at the sight. It only added to Dawson’s excitement, as he struggled to regain his energy.

He reached up, to wipe off his chin with the back of his arm, noticing how that small smile curled around Chip’s face, once more. His chest was still heaving, as he lay there. His pants were still down, around his ankles. The knees were spread wide open, the feet close together. In the centre Dawson saw the now drained cock, laying downwards, the head and part of the shaft resting on the dangling scrotum.

Looking up, he wanted to ask, but his jaw still hurt, and he was too exhausted to speak. Yet as he looked into the eyes, he could tell, Chip was as exhausted as he was. His face had a glow to it, one of obvious satisfaction. The eyes shimmered, as Dawson lay on his side, wondering if there would be more, or would this be the end?

Graveyard Shift with Dawson

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (1)

Glancing at the clock, Dawson wondered what was taking the new guy so long. Granted, when he’d send his regular partner to get some burgers, Tubby Telly, as they called him, it could take close to a half hour before he would be waddling back with their meal. Still, Chip was no Tubby Telly, he was a Jock, and this was his first night working the graveyard shift.

The guy had promise, though he did seem a little dense, in grasping that you didn’t pump the gas close to the amount, but pumped it to the exact amount. Granted, it took a bit of time, but so far he had been all over the place. Yet most of the regulars didn’t seem to mind, which surprised him. Not like they gave him any slack, even when he first started working the Graveyard Shift.

Thinking about it, he didn’t think it was because his smile was any less friendly, or his looks any worse than Chip’s. Okay, so he hadn’t been a jock when in High School. He was nearly 20, studying hard to get through the local community college. Chipper on the other hand, was fresh out of High School, and just 18.

Maybe it was his hair? The way his shaggy hair would bounce as he’d trot out to help, or how his chest must look through the windshield as he stretched across them to wipe them clean could be the reason, but he had a pretty good muscular build too. So what was it, that made them accept his over pumping? His basket didn’t look any more inviting than his, and frankly he figured he had more meat hiding behind those tight fitting black denim pants, they all wore, than Chip did.

What was it that got them all drooling, forgetting to be their normal whining bitching selves? Surely it wasn’t his age, because frankly, he still got carded everywhere he went. Whether the local bar, liquor store or anywhere, no one bought that he was just 20. Chip didn’t have that baby face quality, though he was good looking. Everything was well proportioned, the lips with the mouth, the nose, the green eyes and the hair. It all fit, even the hollow looking cheeks, and the rest of him was just as well put together.

Dawson hated training new guys, though he had to admit, it could be fun. Still, while Tully was not a raving beauty, he knew how to pump gas, how to wipe windows, and best of all, he wasn’t a chatterbox. When Tully worked, he could always count on getting an hour or two of sleep, without worrying. Now with Chip, well, that wouldn’t happen.

The guy was pleasant enough, and from that first introduction, Dawson couldn’t help but think of what he would be like naked, and in his bed. Not like he would dare try to find out, unless certain signs were given. However, as much as the boss hired young guys, and most were lookers, after working here for nearly 4 years, he hadn’t found one that was, how shall he say it, family?

Hell most of them were homophobic slime, if you were to judge them by all their comments. Though frankly he was pretty certain he had more sex than most of them combined. Christ, the bullshit that came out of people’s mouths, trying to impress each other with their sexual conquests. Trouble was, he could see through the B.S.

It had been awhile since his last fling, and Dawson knew he was ready for another. Hard to do, when you worked the graveyard shift, which explained why he was having a hard time tonight. The notion of ‘training’ Chip in other ways seemed to be on his mind, and he had some difficulty in hiding his obvious attraction from the guy. So far, knock on wood, he had managed, but even now, just thinking about it was giving him another friggin erection.

Erections at night were fun, because he could always send Tully off and whack off in relative safety. Wasn’t so easy with Chip around, who really was the cause of his discomfort. Tully, well he wasn’t into that kind of twink, but he did enjoy a good wank during his shift. And Chip certainly made for good wanking material. Hell, he enjoyed it anytime, but the graveyard shift was perfect for those moments.

The risk of a customer driving up, having to quickly yank the pants up to rush out and pump the gas. It all was a thrill, that he enjoyed. Still, he didn’t want to get caught, and while he normally had a good whack off when Tully was off getting food, he didn’t want to risk it with Chip. He had no idea how long he would take, but looking at the clock again, he rather wished he had taken the chance. The guy was slower than Tully, but oh so much better looking.

Dawson knew he didn’t have time but he couldn’t help himself. He ached too much to ignore it, and he would see Chip returning, long before Chip could see what he was doing. Glancing around, checking the time, he felt his hand across his groin, felt it pushing at his blood gorged pole. The constant comparison of Chip to Tully had done its work. He could feel his dick hard, feel it tugging at the pants, wanting to be free.

The pop of the button startled him a bit, as he looked all around, making sure no one was about. He took extra care in checking down the road, from where Chip would appear. Still no sign of him, and he knew that it would take the guy at least a few minutes to jog up to the gas bar. So he felt safe enough to reach down into his pants, to let his fingers caress his erect dick. It felt good, and the instant his fingers touched it, he felt it move, felt it jerk a little, as if it knew what was to come.

He leaned back a little, spread his legs apart a bit further, to give his hand more easy access. Dawson rubbed his dick, feeling it shake to his touch, then he moved his hand up under his shirt, to rub across his belly. A quick glance down the road, then he let his head tilt back, as his hand moved up, pinched one of his firm nipples. God it felt good, as he closed his eyes for a moment. He could see Chip’s face, see those thin lips with a small curl to them, as if hiding a secret smile behind. The guy was certainly hot looking, and would be fun to undress, he thought, as his hand moved back down, sliding underneath the waistband of his shorts.

The touch of his hand across his pubic hairs made him shiver a bit, and he opened his eyes, glancing down the road. Still no Chip, which made his fingers run along the stiffened pole, to slowly wrap themselves around the shaft, just under his cock head. It added to the quivering inside, made his legs spread apart even more. His chest began to ache a bit, as he kept his eyes focused down the road, his mind thinking of how it would feel to have Chip down under the counter. To have his mouth partially open, waiting for Dawson to offer him his cock.

Dawson felt his eyes blink, felt his body growing hotter, despite the coolness of the night. Sweat was beginning to bead up on his forehead, as his closed hand moved up and over his cock head. The feel of the thick pre cum only made his legs tremble, made his chest heave. The notion of having Chip below, of him waiting for his cock was unreal. It was making him ache in a way he hadn’t felt for some time, as his hand began to push down the long trembling pole. The pre cum helping to lubricate the flesh, but only momentarily.

A quick glance, and he found his hand back up and near his own mouth. He put his fingers into his mouth, moistening them, then quickly he took them and wrapped them, once more, around his cock. It felt better, as he let them coat his cock, and he began to slowly stroke his dick.

He could hear his shallow breathing echoing in his ears, as he shut his eyes, bringing up an image of Chip. How he would look, kneeling below him, how his lips would be moist from being licked in anticipation. How his eyes would be wide open, staring right at Dawson’s cock, watching ever movement it made, every jerk of the head, every drip of the pre cum. How his tongue would flick out, wanting to catch that drip, how his brow would shine from the glistening sweat that had popped up. It all filled his vision, as his hand moved faster up and down his pole.

The idea of Chip, of being able to feed him his cock was intoxicating. His body felt so hot right now, sweat was dripping between his legs. It really was happening so fast, so unlike him. His body was stiffening, his balls were aching, as his closed fist would push back into them, with each stroke down. His lips parted, he moaned a bit, as the hand began to move even faster.

In the back of his mind he knew he should look, should open his eyes to make sure he was safe, but the thought of Chip was more powerful. The notion of him wanting to take his load, was just too overwhelming. He couldn’t push the image aside, push aside that shaggy hair bouncing, those thin lips parted. It was too much as he felt his body surrender to that image.

The cry startled him, but he knew it was his. His body shook, as the hot milk came gushing out, pushing past his clenched fingers. He felt it ooze out from between the fingers, to splatter upwards, to coat his belly. He heard himself breathing hard, felt his buttock clench tightly, as his hips shot forward, then sink back down. His body trembling, as the cum oozed out, then dribbled down his spent cock.

His hand dropped to his side, the strength needed to hold them up gone. His whole body felt like it had just been drained of all energy. Dawson could feel the sweat dripping down his cheeks, felt the heat from being flushed, as his hand dangled beside him. His chest hurt too, as he struggled to try and sit back up. Never had he cum so fast, so hard, and so much. It was like every drop of his precious milk had spurted out in one single stream, though he knew it hadn’t.

Wiping his hand on his side, he felt the night chill, as he struggled to finally open his eyes. Sudden panic hit him, as he realized he wasn’t alone. His eyes fluttered, not sure if they wanted to open or not. There had been no noise, no sound of a car coming up, nor of the door opening even. Yet he knew, without opening his eyes, he wasn’t alone.

Slowly he sat up, unsure if he should reach down, to pull the pants up or not. Opening his eyes he closed them quickly. The bright lights of the room were harsh but he opened them again, seeing no one in front. He sighed, but then stiffened, as he turned his face to the side. His hands, that were reaching down to pull up the pants, froze in mid reach.

He knew that figure, that shape that filled his eyes. Dawson didn’t know what to do, as he looked up into the young man’s face. He saw the thin curl of lips, the hint of his teeth just showing, as he leaned against the door. His eyes were fixed on Dawson’s crotch.

‘How long you been standing there?’ he asked, as he figured he’d try to brazen it out. His hands once more moved towards the pants, to yank them up.

‘Long enough to hear you call my name’

The pants were covering his groin but they trembled as he felt a cold chill run up and down his spine. He didn’t recall calling Chip’s name out, but as he looked into the young man’s eyes, he knew he wasn’t lying. A lot of crazy thoughts were running through his mind, as he sat there, not sure what to say, or do even. He didn’t think Chip would attack him, but would he tell?

‘Uh, you must have heard wrong, I uh…’

‘Nope, it was Chip, no mistake in that Dude.’