Discovered (pt.1)

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

He took one long look either way, and even stared up at the towering cliffs above, making sure no one had suddenly appeared. The horizon was empty, just beautiful clear blue skies towering over the lush green of the cliff tops, the dark color of rock casting a huge shadow over where he stood. Behind him was the crystal clear blue of the Pacific, and as made a slow turn in each direction, there wasn’t a soul in sight.

Finding this isolated beach was a stroke of pure luck for him. Tomas had walked up and down for miles each day since arriving looking for just such a spot, as he really wasn’t into a ton of people. Though he had to admit, some of the scenery was enjoyable to watch, he still wasn’t comfortable in looking long. Then too, it would be impossible to just drop his britches and go for a dip in the Ocean either. Least not if he wanted to avoid unnecessary attention from the local cops.

He stretched out, as he began to undress, his deep blue eyes darting each way, searching for an intruder. Last thing he wanted was for some old crow to pop up and see him. As he tossed his shirt onto the golden beach, next to his towel, he sighed. It had been a rough few weeks adjusting to this new place. People weren’t what he’d call friendly, and the night life seemed non existent. Still, if he wanted to make money, he had to go where they sent him.

Unbuckling his belt, he realized he was actually doing okay. For someone as young as him, a scant 24 years of age, to be sent out into the field was quite a feather in his cap. It took others a lot longer to earn the trust of the big shots, to be put out into the field, on their own, never mind someone with his inexperience and youth. Sliding his pants down his lanky frame, he smiled, knowing how some of his associates were jealous of his appointment to be stationed out here, in the company’s newest venture.

While he wasn’t in charge, he was certainly in the top tier of the group that was, and while he took his job seriously, he also enjoyed his after hours playtime. That was the one drawback to this whole assignment. There simply wasn’t any good outlets for his needs. No nude beaches, no streets filled with endless bars and nightclubs where he could unwind after work.

Back home, he lived for his day’s off in the summer. To be able to just go to the beach, undress, and let the sun warm his whole body was a pleasure he loved. He also liked the many admiring glances he got from some of the others. A few had even managed to make it back to his apartment, where they explored a lot more than their mutual enjoyment of nude sunbathing. However, it was not that way here. Here the people were always dressed, and in some of the strangest garbs he had seen. Swimsuits that were so loose fitting, you couldn’t tell if they had a penis or not, or a firm butt.

The bars he had found, were even worse. Back home he could walk into a bar, and be dancing in seconds with someone. People seemed less friendly here, specially of strangers. Oh, he had seen some of them look, admire his slender body, longish blond hair and European facial features, but would they come up and talk to him? No, they just looked, not like at home where people were always coming up to him, talking, chatting and yes, flirting too. He loved that, being flirted with and even when it was someone much older than him, he didn’t mind. It was the attention, the friendliness he liked, which seemed missing in the few bars he had found here.

Everyone seemed so afraid, so sheltered. It was one reason he had been so happy in finding this spot. Least he could shed his clothes, and go enjoy the water, unfettered by clothes, by all that they meant. He was a true nudist, he liked things natural, and had even found it in his lifestyle. That was one thing he had to give this place, its ability to satisfy that natural need. So much food, all natural that at first he had been encouraged. Unfortunately it didn’t last long, but as he pushed his shorts down, to free himself totally of all clothing, he just sighed.

The rush of being free of his clothes, made him shudder a little. His uncut cock dangled from his groin, not even semi hard. Looking downwards, he dug his toes into the soft warm sand, amazed at how soft it felt between the toes. Glancing back up, out towards the Pacific Ocean, he contemplated a quick dash in, or maybe just to stretch out and let himself think of one of his friends. He wondered what they would be doing, if they were on the beach sunning themselves, or where they in their flats, enjoying their conquest of the moment?

Given the time difference, he knew his friend Sasha would be at one of their favorite bars, dancing up a storm. He was always out on the dance floor early, and it would be a few hours before he’d even be looking for someone to take home with him. He always did find someone too, and Tomas smiled, remembering when he had been one of those Sasha had opted to take home. Talk about a wild night of sex, that had lasted a whole weekend.

He wished he could find a ‘Sasha’ here, but so far the closet he had come had been at the local bar, where a man had offered him a ride home. Judging by the look in the old man’s eyes he had known exactly what type of ride the man was offering, and for a brief second he had considered it. However the hair piece and wrinkled face sort of held him back. Not that he wasn’t willing to broaden his experience by going home with him, he just thought the man’s heart wouldn’t take the excitement.

It was disappointing really. Tomas stared out at the Ocean, wishing that he had refused the job offer, yet knowing it would not be a good career move. He liked his job, enjoyed the fringe benefits, and the opportunities it presented. Besides, he knew this was only for six months, and he would just have to widen his search for a good place to find some enjoyment. In the meantime, he had found this place, and he quickly dashed the short distance to splash into the cool waters of the Pacific Ocean.

The water chilled him, and he shivered as he felt his cock shrivel up a bit. Not that it was hard, but he wished he wasn’t so alone. He took a few strokes and paddled out a bit, enjoying the water, the sun beaming down on him. He didn’t venture far out, and just sort of let the water work its magic on him. It wasn’t that it was colder than he was used to, just that it wasn’t the same without some friends to splash, to chase, to grope even. That was always fun, to swim to where a friend was, to reach out and grab their dangling penis, and surprise them.

It was that which made him feel homesick the most. The friendships he had developed, the way they could one minute just be splashing each other, the next locked in a passionate embrace. Thinking about it, he realized that for the most part he and his friends were never soft. Even Constantine was always sporting an erection, and he missed that.

He headed back, slowly standing up and walking out of the Ocean towards his blanket and clothes. The warm sun beat down on his back, as he trudged up, thinking of Sasha, of Constantine, and even Rolf. Tomas was lucky he had such good friends, and sex wasn’t something they were ashamed of either. Hell, even Rolf would play along to a point, though he was definitely into girls. Still, he didn’t seem to mind the odd little tug on his penis, and he had a nice one too.

Tomas sat down on his blanket, his legs in front and his hands holding him up as he stared out at the water. Rolf’s naked body was in his thoughts, as he thought about how life was so much easier back home, than here in the land of freedom, of sexual liberation, or so the people here claimed. Reality was, he thought, that they were more uptight about sex than he could believe.

Rolf was straight, but he hadn’t minded Sasha or Constantine talking about their exploits with other men. He would even comment at times, about how yes so and so was good looking, but he also did like to talk about the girls he had. You could see he was into them too, by the way his cock would get so hard only when he would talk about girls. Boys, well, he didn’t get that excited about them. Sasha on the other hand, just mention a hot guy, and he had an instant hard on.

Sasha wasn’t what you would call a looker. He had short dark hair, that curled around his ears, hiding his lobes. His eyes were a dark chocolate brown, and when they looked right at you, it was like being hit by a bolt of lightning. They were so piercing, so full of hidden mystery, that you couldn’t help but get excited. Yet his face was ordinary, his nose flattened out by being broken several times in his youth.

He liked to say it was from him refusing to accept bullshit from others, even if it had meant a beating. Judging by his nose, he had gotten a few of those. Yet, he had a way, a smile that would make you look twice at him. Sasha was tall too, just a shade over 6 foot and he worked out. His arms bulged with his muscles, and his whole torso rippled at times from the taut muscles when he flexed them. He had nice tanned skin, no blemishes except one odd shaped red patch on his side.

Sasha’s legs were long and well built. His thighs were like pillars of steel, and there was tiny tufts of hair on his lower legs that seemed to always be in disarray. Yet when he wrapped those legs around you, it was like being held by a vice. Tomas had enjoyed that a few times, but more than that, he enjoyed what hung down from his crotch. Sasha was definitely what people here would call hung. His cock was uncut, and even soft it looked large. More than length, was how thick it was, when it was fully aroused.

That first time that Sasha had taken him, had been an exercise in pain and pleasure that he doubted he’d ever forget. The way Sasha had been so gentle at first, at slowly easing that huge pole into his tiny hole. Slowly he had inserted it, wedged it up to his hole, then gradually pressed inwards. The pain had been enormous, but not overwhelming, as Sasha had taken his time.

He had been whispering in his ear too, kissing him on his neck, then even nibbling at his ear, all the time slowly pushing his enormous cock inside of him. The pain had been unreal, but so too had the waves of pleasure he had felt from all over. The way his hands would hold him, would caress him, while that huge cock was slowly inching inwards, splitting his insides.

Tomas looked down to see his recollection was giving him a hard on. He smiled, as he leaned back, staring at his own cock sticking up straight into the warm air. He reached over with his hand, to flick the tip, to see it wave and shake, then once more stand straight up into the air. He closed his eyes, as he took hold of his cock, wrapping his hand around the thickened shaft, feeling his blood cursing up and down his pole, as he recalled how Sasha had slowly pushed his cock deep into his young body.

It was a soft grunt that had let him know that Sasha was finally deep inside. The fullness of his huge cock had given him a rather uncomfortable feeling, that gradually changed into one of complete satisfaction. He had never thought he could take something that big inside, but as he lay on his belly, feeling Sasha’s weight pressing down on him, he felt pleased, knowing he had taken it all inside. The feel of Sasha’s hard wiry dark pubic hairs on the insides of his cheeks confirmed that notion.

The nibbling on his ear, the kissing on the back of his neck, ended and he felt Sasha lift his head up, felt him place both hands hard on either side of his prone body. He felt the excitement too, knowing what was to happen. He had turned his head to one side, to glance over his shoulder to stare into Sasha’s face. The eyes had seemed like huge saucers, filled with bolts of flashing lights.

His heart had pounded as Sasha had smiled down at him, had called him something endearing, then slowly pulled his hips back, slowly taking his huge cock with him. Tomas felt the movement inside his ass, felt his muscles try to hold the pulsing cock inside, but to no avail. He had cried out softly, a sort of moan, and turned his head away, knowing that soon he would be gritting his teeth.

When it came, he felt the air being forced out of his lungs. Sasha had driven his cock back inside, hard and fast this time, and it made his whole body tremble. He cried out, a sort of yelp, as Sasha slowly began to strike a rhythm that made him shake. Each thrust in, each pulling out, made his legs tighten. His stomach rumbled, as if it was being poked. His hands had reached out, wadded up into fists, that struck the ground with each hard push inwards. He was groaning constantly as Sasha drove his cock in and out in a growing motion, that just made him grit his teeth and take it.

The pain was hard to take, when the huge cock would crush into him, and yet the waves of pleasure always followed. Sweat had began to bead up on his forehead, and he began to feel drops along his back, falling from Sasha’s heaving body. His heart was racing as he felt the muscles inside stretch and collapse, each time Sasha drove in and out. His legs became numb, his toes curled up and cramped, as he took the hard thrusts inside.

Every now and then, he would feel Sasha lean down, bit at his ear lobe, or kiss the nape of his neck. Once or twice he managed to twist his head around, lift it up and kiss Sasha, who would bite his lower lip, and flick his tongue into Tomas’ open mouth. It seemed like hours were passing, as Sasha drove his cock in and out. Each thrust getting faster, digging into him deeper, until finally he heard that shriek. Sasha was not a quiet fuck, he liked to make noise. He would slap his ass, cry out several times, but this shriek, this yell was different. Tomas felt his whole body shaking, and he could feel the throbbing of Sasha’s cock as it ploughed through his insides, digging so far in, that several times he thought it would come out of his own throat. It hurt, and yet it didn’t. He cried out too, feeling his body tremble.

Sasha’s voiced boomed out, and suddenly his whole insides felt empty. He felt his cheeks clench, his heart skip a beat as it realized that the huge cock had gone from inside. Before he could say or do anything, he felt the hot jabbing liquid spurting over his trembling butt cheeks, and his taut lower back. Sasha was cumming, and he felt each drop as it splashed across his shaking body.

Sasha collapsed on him, his full weight pressing down on his own shaking body. He had felt the cum between them, the way it only spread across his back, as Sasha panted in his ear. It was unreal, the way he had taken him, had filled him. Yet it had just been a beginning, to what would be a memory he’d never forget. That wild night had led to much more than just one fuck and he felt his hand, as it moved quicker along his own cock.

He was feeling close, feeling the fullness of when Sasha had his whole cock buried deep inside. His eyes were closed tightly, as he the sun warmed his body, as the memory of that first night heated up his insides. His legs grew taut, as he recalled the stinging splashed of Sasha’s cum along his lower back, and he heard himself crying out, as his body bucked under his hand. His cock was jerking wildly and he felt his own cum now, as it spurted through his fingers.

Tomas was panting, just as Sasha had back then. He could feel the ache in his chest, as it heaved in the warm sunshine. His body slowly collapsed into the soft sand, as he let his hand fall to his side. The memory still there, the feeling of Sasha’s body pressing on top of his. He sighed, feeling relieved, as he opened his eyes, shading them from the bright sun.

It took him a few minutes, but slowly he stood up, and began to head once more for the water, to wash off the memory, and to feel the coolness calm his body down. As he started to walk towards the water, he felt suddenly like he wasn’t alone. He stopped, stared to either side, seeing no one. Then he turned his head, and looked up, at the towering cliff. He felt suddenly very chilled, because up on the cliff, he saw a lone figure, peering down at him. For an instant he felt like wanting to cover his groin, as he stared up at the figure that was obviously looking down at him.

Barn Refuge

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

Nicholas slammed the hood down on his Volkswagen Rabbit, and stared out into the night. He turned the collar up on his jacket, as the wind began to blow and a cold chill crept past the windbreaker. The road was bleak and lonely looking, as he searched up and down to try and spot any oncoming headlights. He was stuck, and hadn’t a clue what was wrong with the damn car.

He shivered a little as he took stock of his situation. There was a blanket in the back, and he still had part of a sandwich but other than that, he was on his own.  It was a dark night, and he wasn’t thrilled about suddenly being stuck on this lonely road, in the middle of nowhere. For a moment he cursed himself, wishing he had stopped at the gas station that was thirty minutes back.

Figuring on how fast he had been going, the damn place was a good 40 miles back. He sighed, knowing he would have to walk, but it wouldn’t do to start off on that kind of trek in the middle of the night. Glancing at his watch he saw the time, and began to look around.

Off the road, a little ways ahead was a looming structure, that had to be a barn of some kind. Other than that it was nothing but empty fields, and long threatening fences. He didn’t see any animals about but that didn’t mean there weren’t any. Nicholas wasn’t what you would call animal friendly. Even dogs made him nervous, and the idea of being in the same room as a cat always gave him the willies.

His friends all laughed at him for his fear of cats.  Course none of them ever had his experience, so what would they know. Hell if they had, they’d be a bit paranoid of the damn animals themselves. He recalled that moment, shivering not from the cold wind but from remembering the pain. It had been a few years back, when he had a sleep over with a friend.

They didn’t do anything, though he wished they had. The guy was friggin hot, and hung too. That was the cause of his feline hatred. He had been sleeping, dreaming of cocks, and specially his friend’s cock, when he felt the piercing pain in his groin.

He woke up screaming, tossing the covers off his naked body. He cried out in pure agony as he saw the cat, taking a swipe at his erect cock. The claws were out and the damn cat that it was a new scratching post or something. Fuck it had hurt, and he still had a scar on his dick, from that little morning wake up.

His friend had laughed, which hadn’t been pleasing, but that was 4 years ago. Ever since, he was not a fan of cats, but who would be if their dick had been used as a scratching post? Cat claws weren’t exactly dull. Nicholas sighed, rubbing his groin as if to ease the painful memory. Twenty years old and he still woke up with the shakes after seeing a cat.

After another shake, and quick look around, he decided he’d make for the barn structure. Least it would give him some shelter, and the weather was not looking pleasant. It had been threatening to rain for several hours now, and he didn’t want to get caught in it. The idea of staying in his car was a fleeting one. Sleeping in a Rabbit just wasn’t comfortable for someone of his size.

Standing just over 6ft, he barely had enough leg room to sit and drive, never mind stretch out and sleep. The seats were comfortable, but they didn’t go back far enough to let him recline. Then too, it was a standard, so no way he could stretch out sideways, so the barn seemed far more preferable.

Quickly he put together his backpack, with the blanket, a flashlight, and other essentials. Setting off to the barn, he looked back at his car, cursing it for breaking down in the middle of nowhere. Grunting he trudged the few yards to the fence, and gingerly crawled under two strands of wire to enter the field. He stood there for a minute, trembling a little, afraid of some unknown danger lurking in the darkness of the field.

It was not an easy trek to the barn with his fear keeping him company. Every rustle of the wind through the tall grass made him skittish, thinking something was there, but he knew it was just his paranoia. Approaching the barn he saw the peeling paint better, the rather neglected look of the structure. The huge barn door wasn’t locked, and he quickly turned his flashlight on to peer inside, and saw nothing but stacks of hay all over. There was no animals inside as he stepped further in, exploring the large empty structure.

He felt very nervous as he stepped inside, his legs quivering as he surveyed his resting place for the night. There simply was nothing there, as he shone his light all over. Slowly his heart stopped beating like a jackhammer. His breathing was a bit more normal as he saw a hanging lantern, next to a pile of hay and straw. There was even an old blanket hanging by it, as he moved towards it.

It took him a few minutes, but eventually the lantern spluttered and he had light, allowing him to switch off the flashlight. Looking around the place didn’t look too bad, as he made himself comfortable on the straw, the blanket thrown out to prevent the straw from digging into his back. It was rather warm as well, so he took off his jacket, to stretch out, rummaging in his backpack for a magazine he had inside.

Might as well be comfortable he thought, as he began to flip through the pages, staring at the glossy photographs of some nameless model. Nicholas quickly let himself get lost in the images of the young models. He liked sex, which was one reason why he was out on the road. A friend he knew lived out here, and he was going to spend a week visiting his friend, before spring break was over. He had lots of Condoms in his backpack, because Colin was known for being unprepared in that department.

Mind you, you would think he’d have Condoms in every room of his home, given how much Colin loved to fuck. He was a horn dog, without question, which is one reason Nicholas was going there for a week. Longer and he knew he’d be walking bow legged because Colin not only knew how to fuck, but he had the cock to do it with.

The anticipation of being with Colin, the naked guys in the photographs made him start to rub his crotch. It had been a long trip already, longer now thanks to his frigging car, and he hadn’t had much of a chance to unwind. He loved to jerk off, did practically every morning when there wasn’t someone else lying next to him. In that event, they usually helped him unwind, but out here, he would be lucky to even get a peep at some nice tight ass, or bulging package.

Hell, the guy at the gas station was a toothless old fart, and he didn’t even want to think about what he would look like naked. Instead he concentrated on the magazine, and thinking of Colin, who at least had a good body to match his rather thick and lengthy penis. His hand was rubbing his cock, feeling it growing under his pants, when he heard the first peal of thunder. It boomed out, making him jump and the wind began to howl as a spring storm finally seemed to be happening. Nicholas looked up at the outside, seeing the darkness suddenly split open into a huge flash of light.

He shivered a bit, and stared out at the night. The lantern flickered a little, and he glanced over at it, when another peal of thunder boomed out. His body flinched, and as the lightning flashed across the sky, he recoiled. It was an eerie feeling, and he quickly stopped himself from shaking, feeling like a kid. The magazine shook in his hands, as he turned his eyes away from the scene being displayed outside, and returned to something more comfortable to contemplate, the picture of a naked twink, his cock jutting outwards, his hips shoved out, hands on hips, and eyes looking like they could melt butter.

The model was hot, and he could feel his own desire burning inside, as he hand once more began to stroke his cock. He felt the lust inside as he pushed and stroked his cock, then he put his hand under his pants, to let his fingers take hold of his throbbing cock. The pants were making it hard, so he quickly undid the button, and pushed the zipper down.

He pushed his pants open, and spread his legs a little, as once more he stuffed his hand down inside. He felt the warmth from his crotch as he took hold of his cock, and slowly began to stroke it, while thinking of the naked twink displayed across the page. The way his eyes seemed to look out at Nicholas made him sigh, the way his cock seemed to be staring out at him. It made him forget the thunderstorm outside, despite the peals of thunder and flashes of lightning

His mind was slowly relaxing, letting him think of Colin, of all the things they would do for the week. He knew Colin was one of those who felt no shame in walking around naked, who seemed to always be sporting a boner, which always wanted attention. He was really just a sex maniac, the way he could fuck and ten minutes later be ready to do it all over again. Colin was just insatiable, which is exactly what Nicholas wanted.

He closed his eyes, as he pulled his fully erect cock out of his shorts, to stroke it while he fantasized about Colin, about how he would let him spread his cheeks, enter him and pound his ass, until they both came. Colin didn’t seem to get soft once he shot either, so it was always extra enjoyable to get fucked by him. To let him cum and then to keep on driving him, while he stroked off. The sensations were always worth the pain of taking Colin’s monster sized cock, of having him pound his ass to the point where tears would roll down his face.

His hand was jerking on his cock faster as he thought about the last time he had been with Colin. The way he had twisted and turned his cock while it was buried deep inside of Nicholas’ ass had been unreal. The pain he had felt, the pleasure that came with that pain, was still like it was only yesterday. He began to moan as he thought about that night, about how Colin had ploughed him for hours that night.

They had tried so many different positions, and he didn’t have a favourite one either. Colin was a stud no matter what position he was in. With his legs tossed in the air, lying on his side, or on his belly, it didn’t matter, as Colin knew how to work his cock inside, how to make Nicholas moan and groan with every thrust of that cock. It was like being driven, the foot to the pedal all the time. Colin had two speeds for fucking, fast and overdrive.

That night, he seemed stuck on overdrive. The speed in which he had pounded Nicholas, had made him cum several times in the evening’s romp. The following morning he had felt totally spent, knowing that they both had fallen asleep from total exhaustion. His ass had hurt for days afterwards, so had his cock. He had jerked it so many times, that it was raw from all the action.

Now he was hoping for an entire week of that, but was stuck in some damn barn. He felt the annoyance, knowing that it was his need to get to Colin, that had been at the cause of it all. Even the image of the hot twink covered in cum wasn’t a solace, as he kept his hand pumping his cock. He felt the warmth, that his hand was generating, as he kept going back to that night with Colin. The way he had spread Nicholas’ cheeks, had even buried his face between them, while rimming him. Gawd, Colin’s tongue had felt so frigging good as it licked at him, dug into him even. He had felt the tip curl as it was shoved into his hole, making him squirm and moan.

The tongue had dug deep into him, and the feel of Colin’s face buried between his ass cheeks had made him reach underneath his prone body, to jerk at his own cock. Colin’s hands had his cheeks open, spread wide and the fingers had dug deep into his soft flesh. He had felt himself tremble, as Colin’s tongue licked at his flesh, had tasted him then entered him.

Nicholas felt his hand moving quicker. He glanced down to see the blur of his hand as it jerked his cock. The ache in his balls grew too, as he could still feel Colin’s tongue licking at him, and he arched his head back, his body no longer his to command. His legs jutted outwards, his feet curling and cramping even as every muscle inside grew taut. He was like a fully wound spring as the memory of Colin’s tongue made him suddenly groan, then cry out.

His hand was suddenly filled with hot sticky milk that came rushing out of his cock. Nicholas felt his body tremble, quiver and then explode. His eyes were closed shut, the sound of thunder dimmed by the roar of his hear thundering, as he shook. His cock had exploded between his fingers and he felt the sting of that spray against his chin, as his whole body seemed to have lifted up off the pile of hay.

His breathing was rapid and shallow, as he sunk back down onto the old horse blanket and pile of hay. His legs were numb, his arm ached from the way he was squeezing his cock, draining every drop out of it, as he thought about how it had felt, with Colin between his cheeks. The hot breath blowing on the tender flesh between the cheeks, the tongue deep inside his hole. His hand jerked again, as the last of his cum dribbled out, and the sound of thunder boomed out.

His eyes suddenly opened wide, as another flash of lightning lit up the sky. The barn door was open, and he saw the glare of white light as it flared, and then he grew rigid, as he saw the shadow of a figure in the doorway, illuminated by the flash of lightning. He gulped, his hand choking the top of his spent cock. His heart continued to beat wildly as he realized someone was standing in the open doorway of the barn. The figure had a wide brimmed hat on, and a long sleek yellow rain poncho over his body.

Nicholas just stared as he realized the man had a powerful flashlight in his hand, and was now slowly sweeping it in a horizontal position. His eyes bugged out more, ignoring the brilliant light as it passed over him, then moved back to hold him in its glare. He didn’t move as the light held him motionless. His hand still held onto his cock, as he heard the man suck in his breath.

‘What are you doing here?’ the voice boomed out, strong and firm and yet there was something else in its tone, as the light moved down a bit, to fully illuminate Nicholas’ tightly held penis.

Balcony Jerk Off

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

He looked out over his balcony to watch the parade of people passing by. They always were passing by, it seemed. Shawn was just 22, had lived in this tiny little complex for over 3 years, and still didn’t know anyone in the building, let alone elsewhere. He tried, he really did but his nights were spent alone, watching the tube or some twink video.

It wasn’t that he was ugly either, least he didn’t think so. He wore his hair short, sort of. It didn’t hang down but it was neatly trimmed, sandy brown colored, without the other stuff some liked. No streaks, no highlights, just his natural hair color. He was slender, a typical twink he thought. Okay his ribs didn’t show when he had his shirt off, but it wasn’t like he packed a lot of weight or muscle. Dripping wet, he might hit the scales at about 135 pounds, which wasn’t bad for a guy who was 5foot 10.

Yet he never seemed to connect. It was becoming a bit rough. After all how many nights could he spend, just whacking off to some nameless person boinking another on just one more porn flick? He watched a lot of porn, these days, because he was horny.

Standing out on the balcony, he would spot some hot guy, one that would give him an instant hard on, but rarely did he manage to make eye contact. If he did, they seemed to just stare straight through him, like he didn’t exist. Shawn didn’t understand it, because he knew inside that they could never get a better fuck, than him. He really believed that sex with him would make a person not want sex with anyone else, even if they experienced thousands of others.

Okay, yes it was a bit conceited, but to him, it was merely stating a fact. After all he was who he was. He had the looks, the talent, and the dick to go with it all. Still, even the few he had managed to pick up in the local bars, never seemed to call him back. It amazed him, but he thought that most likely they were jealous of him. They more than likely didn’t think they could stand having a second round of sex with him, because it was like drugs. The more they tasted, the harder it would be for them to move on to someone else.

Problem was, he liked the taste of a cock in his mouth, or the way it felt when his was in someone else’s mouth, or up their ass. He liked that feeling, that sensation. He knew he wasn’t the ideal date, maybe even a bit demanding but shit, he knew what he liked, and how to get it done. Didn’t that count?

Obviously it didn’t, because once more he had struck out at the bar. Here he was, a Saturday morning, leaning out over his balcony railing, trying to pick out some hot stud, to think about, while whacking off. The latest porn video he had played till 3am hadn’t really done much, so he was once more forced to try and come up with some other fantasy.

What seemed to be working the best, was to stand out here, and find some guy down below. To just stand there, watching him walk or lay out on the grass across the street. The beach wasn’t far off either, you could see the sand and water, which helped. Most of those he would fix his gaze on where scantily clad, which certainly made it easier for his mind to dream about. He could see their chests, their legs, and he had pretty good eyesight too.

If that wasn’t good enough, he always could snatch up the pair of binoculars he had, and use them. Shawn would pretend he was looking out over the ocean, but would now and then quickly zoom in to get a better look at their package. Rarely could they tell, and so what if they did notice? Not like they could get into his complex, or even know which was his apartment.

The trick was to not get noticed though. He had put up some of that plastic siding on either side of the balcony, insuring his neighbours couldn’t see in, and the overhang from above had that area covered. It was all rather a nice little set up, so that while most who looked up, could see him peering down, they had no idea that he was only wearing a pair of white undies.

Most hang out, shirtless, and that was all they could see. It gave him the security he wanted, because the goal wasn’t to just stand there and think about what he’d do to those he paid attention to, but was to also relieve the pent up tension inside. For the time, he kept his undies on, though the idea of just standing out there, naked and stroking his cock was appealing. Shawn just didn’t have the guts to go quite that far, at least not yet. It had taken him a bit to just go out of his one room apartment in his underwear, but he was glad he had.

To stand out there, then run inside and jerk off, was too hard. He would forget the details he had seen, and it just never satisfied him well enough. Many times he would spot some stud, think about him, then rush inside to strip off his pants, and start to jerk off. Problem was, by the time he got his pants down, his mind had forgotten most of what had gotten his attention in the first place.

Now he had come up with this plan. Instead of wearing his clothes, he would go out in his underwear. The white jockey shorts worked out best, as they had the best fit to his slender body. While he could get his hand inside, they gave him enough resistance to make it interesting. It added to the sensations, which was why he wore them for these little jaunts outside.

He loved the thrill of it as well. To be standing out there, in full view of everyone, and be jerking himself off made it seem all the more enjoyable. Course deep down he wasn’t thrilled, but what else could he do? No one really seemed interested in being with him for more than one night. It was their loss, because while he wasn’t hung like a horse, he thought he was more than average, both in length and size. Still that didn’t seem enough for those who he had managed to get home.

Hell one guy had woken up next to him, looked at him and rushed to the john, where he puked. Then white faced he came out, grabbed his clothes and left, even before fulling putting them on. He never understood that, and he knew that when he walked into the local bars, people talked about him. Shawn wasn’t sure if it was envy or what, but he knew that wherever he went, people would talk about him.

Shrugging, he pushed those thoughts aside. All he knew was that dates were getting harder, which was also why he was thinking of moving elsewhere. Maybe Florida, but hurricanes sort of kept him from actually pursuing the thought. Instead he glanced over the railing, watching the milling people along the walkway. It was not that busy so far, as he stared at a few possible prospects. They certainly weren’t the cream, but hell, a few were rather interesting.

As he stared down, his eye caught the glimpse of golden skin, with bleached blonde hair off in the distance. He turned his gaze as he saw a rather tall young man come skateboarding down the pathway. He had no shirt on, but had something tied around his waist. Shawn hated that, because it really forced him to think more, as the view was hidden. He wished those skate board freaks would also wear some tighter pants. Every time they would come streaking by, all you could really see was the smallest of details.

He followed the moving figure as it stopped just opposite him. Licking his lips, he stared as the tall young man kicked the skate board up and walked off the pathway, towards the beach. He stopped about halfway, and set the board down. He then untied what was around his waist, laying it out on the grass. Shawn felt himself getting excited, as he realized the guy was going to lay out in the sun.  It could be interesting, he thought, as he stared at the figure.

Looking at him, he decided to call him Sam. One more of his little tricks. He would name the object of his day’s attention. He thought it helped to make things more personable. So Sam was what he decided to call this blonde. Looking at him, he saw he wore the usual baggy shorts, but as he looked on in disgust, he noticed ‘Sam’ push the shorts down. Quickly he got his binoculars out, to get a better look.

He watched as the baggy shorts were pushed down and laid next to the skateboard. Sam was wearing a pair of tight fitting blue shorts. More like the old style gym shorts that they used to use in PE classes in schools. Licking his lips again, Shawn zoomed in on Sam’s rear end. Two perfectly shaped orbs were nicely outlined by the tight fitting shorts.

‘BINGO’ he thought, as he felt his cock growing inside his own shorts. He had found his mark for the day, as he leaned on the railing, his binoculars aimed right at Sam. He saw the legs, the way the calve muscles jutted out, and he could tell that this guy was built. The ridges along his back were clearly defined too, but it was those two perfect shaped cheeks that made him reach down, adjusting his boner.

He could feel the sweat beginning to bead up on his forehead as he watched Sam. There was no mistaking what he was going to do, and now his only hope was that Sam would like to tan his front side first. It would certainly make his fun more enjoyable, and watching, he felt himself suck in his breathe. Sam was definitely going to lay on his back, and best of all, his head would be towards him.

That was by the far the best position. It gave Shawn the best viewing of the prone body. His hand was prodding his hard cock, as he watched him sit down, his back to him. He still hadn’t seen his front yet, but that was coming. He was certain of it, as his hand pulled at the stiff cock in his underwear. He could feel the heat from his dick, and already he could feel the pre cum beginning to ooze outwards. He wanted to reach inside, but held off, waiting for when his Sam would lean back. Right now he just enjoyed watching him smear sun tan lotion over his arms and legs.

If only he could be the one doing that, he thought, as he pushed and poked at his hard cock. For a moment or two, he thought about going inside, donning some shorts and heading down, to stretch out next to Sam, but he just couldn’t pull himself away from watching. Sam leaned back, staring out at the beach and ocean. He had finished putting the lotion on, or so it seemed, but he wasn’t lying down.

He hated teases, but he felt his hand pulling at his dick. It was rock hard inside the shorts, tenting them but he liked the feel of his hand as it pushed at his erection. His eyes narrowed as he peered through the binoculars. He sighed, as finally Sam leaned back. He wore a pair of dark sunglasses, so Shawn couldn’t see his eyes. Didn’t really matter, because it was what was between his legs that he really wanted to focus on.

Moving down, he saw the pecs, the firm nipples too. He was very glad that he had paid the extra $50 for these binoculars. They showed such detail, when zoomed in. It was perfect, as he held them up close with one hand. His other moved up from his crotch, rubbing his belly. He felt the paunch shake and move to his touch, and briefly thought that he needed to cut back on is beer intake. He was getting a belly.

Sam on the other hand, looked rock hard around the belly. It looked firm, and for a brief moment or two, Shawn thought he could actually see the ripples from his muscles. It made him send his other hand downwards, to work its way under the waistband. He felt his own fingers reaching down, to touch is own throbbing pole, just as he moved the binoculars downwards to check out Sam’s crotch.

Shawn felt himself suck in his breath, bit his lower lip as he saw the bulge. There was no doubt, Sam was sporting an erection, and the tell tale tenting of the blue shorts confirmed it to him. He felt his own hand reach around the base of his cock, grabbing it tightly as he stared at the shimmering image.

His eyes began to mist up, and he let the binoculars drop down. Wiping his eyes, he stared out at the prone body of his Sam. It was amazing, at how the legs moved apart. Shawn felt his hand pulling on his throbbing pole. He moaned a little, as he stared down, ignoring everything else. His mind had found its mark, and he felt the power in his hand, as it began to slowly pull up on his shaft, twisting his cock, and then reaching up around his swollen cock head. He felt the sticky pre cum on the palm of his hand, as it swept over his head. The cock seemed to jerk a little, as he began to twist his hand around the head, then slide it back down his fully erect cock. His pre cum was helping him lubricate the cock as he just stared. The throbbing was becoming all consuming. He could hear it, in his ears, as he pulled his hand out and spat on his fingers.

Quickly he smeared his spit over his cock, feeling it jerk and tremble. He picked up the binoculars with his other hand, as he leaned over the railing, peering at Sam. His lips were dry, and his heart was pounding as he let the binoculars focus on that bulge. It was bigger now, which made him grunt a little, in complete satisfaction. His hand was beginning to stroke his cock a bit faster too, as he kept the binoculars focused on Sam’s bulging groin.

He could even see the small tuft of hairs along his belly, just under his belly button. It was leading right to what was making those shorts tent so much, which made Shawn moan a bit louder. What he wouldn’t give to follow that little treasure trail he thought, as he began to stiffen. His legs were growing taut, and he adjusted his stance. Feeling the ache in his body, his hand was moving a lot quicker now. The calves on the back of his legs grew taut, as his body was absorbed by the vision of Sam. The way he lay there, his legs spread apart, his hands off to either side. His head was tilted back, and he could see the crotch perfectly, thanks to his binoculars.

The hand was moving quicker now, as he began to pant a little. The vision of Sam was staring at him, as he thought about how he’d like to ram his cock up between those two perfect cheeks. How he’d like to be sitting on Sam’s well defined chest, and feed him his cock. To let his lips wrap around his hard shaft, and stuff it down Sam’s throat. It would be the perfect suck job, he thought, as he felt his balls slinging upwards. He felt them pushing up as he stared at that bulge.

It would be perfect, to sit on his chest. To feed that mouth his meat, to push it past the teeth, to stuff deep into his throat. HE could feel Sam’s tongue too, as it would lick at him, taste him, but he wouldn’t cum in his mouth. No, Sam was the type you would not waste your cum in the mouth. He would flip him over, spread his cheeks, maybe even poke him a bit with one or two of his fingers, to just make sure it didn’t hurt too much when he would ram his cock in.

There wouldn’t be any need for condoms either, because Sam would be the one to stay, to never leave. He would never go to another, he would be Shawn’s bitch for as long as Shawn wanted. That was how it would be, as Shawn felt his body quiver. He knew that it would be too, as he pulled on his cock. He knew that Sam would be tight too, that the first press of his cock up against Sam’s hole would make him beg Shawn to not do it, though he would really want him too.

Shawn knew he wouldn’t disappoint him either. He would hesitate just a second, to tease Sam, to let him think he wouldn’t ram his cock in, but then he would push. With every ounce of his strength, he would push his hips forward, sending his cock in like a missile. He would hear Sam cry out, hear him scream even, as he took Shawn’s throbbing cock deep inside. He would fuck him hard too, not letting up. He would pound that ass, until the screams became nothing but moans.

As he visualized the moment, when his cock would be ready to cum, to let its seed out deep inside of Sam’s ass, he felt his own body shake. The trembling motion made him whimper, as his hand was a blur inside his shorts. He could feel it rear back, feel it as the whole cock jerked backwards, then came rushing forwards, between his grip. He felt the hot milk come flooding out, felt the blood that had rushed down to his groin. His arms ached, his legs were cramping up as his body quivered and jerked.

His cum was flowing through his fingers, and he let the binoculars down onto the railing, as he felt himself shudder. He bit his lower lip again, tasting the sweetness of his own blood, as he came. It was still making him tremble, as the last drop dribbled out, and he rubbed his cum all over his crotch. He leaned backwards, sighing a little as he let his body slowly recover. His eyes had closed in those last seconds, and as he opened them, the sun made him squint. It took him a few minutes to see, and realize where he was.

His head had tilted back, but he slowly let it move forward, to once more seek out and find his Sam. Slowly he found the spot, and stared down. His eyes widened as he saw his Sam, no longer laying prone. Instead he was sitting up, twisted to stare up and over at Shawn. He stepped back, out of sight, as he tried to let himself calm down. He smiled, thinking more of getting dressed and heading down. He leaned back forward, to see Sam had disappeared. He felt disappointed, but then reached back down, to feel the dried cum on his underwear. It didn’t matter, he thought, as he headed back into his apartment. There would be others.