Marching

to a Different Beat

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (-)

The sky was just beginning to lighten, as the bus rattled along the highway. They had been on the road all night long, as Jeremy stared out the window. It was the first time he had managed to snag a window seat. Maybe it was a sign that the others had finally given up on making him the target of their jokes, of their nastiness.

They would be at the ferry terminal in another couple of hours, then off to the Island on the 7am run. According to the band director, they’d check into the hotel and have the whole day off. Tomorrow and Sunday would be practice days, then the parade on Monday. It would be their 5^th parade in as many weeks, and he was a bit weary of it all.

At eighteen, a senior, this was supposed to be the culmination of his high school years. Next year he’d be off to college, if accepted, and would be starting all over. He hoped the stories were true, though, that at least in college it was easier to be queer. High School certainly hadn’t been fun for those who were, and he could testify to that.

Not that anyone knew, until they were on the road. Somehow he had managed to keep it secret, until that fateful night on their first day out. He could still hear the jeers, feel the sudden anger and hatred around him. It wasn’t fair, and maybe he should have denied it, or tried to bluff his way through it, but he hadn’t. Now he had spent nearly five weeks in pure purgatory, thanks to one simple mistake.

Leaning back in the seat, he turned to face the window, to just stare out at the passing scenery. He still couldn’t believe how those who he had known for years, could turn on him so suddenly. People like Roger, Mark, and Cory, all of whom he had known since grade school. They had joined Band together back then, when the drums they played were bigger than they were.

Yet one simple goof, and now they were the leaders of his torment, always jeering, always with the sissy boy, the fag jokes. It wasn’t any open attack, except when on the bus, or in the hotel rooms. He had looked forward to exploring the different cities with his friends, but instead he was left to wander the streets, the shops, alone. No one was willing to have him along, not even the girls.

In some respects they were meaner than him. The way some had come to him, showing off their lipsticks or make up purchases, loudly asking if like the color, given it wasn’t pink. That always got the guys snickering, and how some would seek his advice, in front of the others, about what under garments to wear. They wanted to know if it would get the guy’s hot, seeing as how he was an expert on what got guys turned on.

That had been the hardest part, and it wasn’t like the chaperons were any help. For the most part they snickered, or ignored it. To them it was harmless teasing, but it didn’t feel like that to him. Even the band leader turned a blind eye to the crap. Like at the first stop, when they had hidden his drum, or painted the words ‘faggot’ on the drum skin.

They even ignored it when they had replaced his harness with one made with frills, and colored a bright pink, and hid any of the others so he had to use it. Not one word of admonishment from the adults of the group, just the shake of a head, telling him he’d have to use it. That had to be one of the worst parades of his life. To go marching with the others, standing out from the entire group, in front of all those strangers. It even was picked up by the local television station, calling him some sort of activist, guessing at what he was trying to protest.

In some ways, he knew he had been stupid. The weekend before they were to leave, he had gone camping with Neil, and had taken some of his boy magazines with him. It was something he could share with Neil, a guy he had met at summer camp the previous year. They had found that they had more in common than being in the band of their respective schools.

He liked Neil, who was in the wind section of his high school band, a bit thin but man, he had been something that summer. They had kept up their friendship, and when Neil had a chance to come to Jeremy’s city, well they made plans to meet. Going camping before Neil left to go back had been his father’s idea, and well, it was a perfect way to end Neil’s visit.

The sex had been great, even better than at camp, as both had a bit more experience now, so he had taken some skin magazines with him. It had been fun to talk about which one’s were hot, which weren’t. To simply share an appreciation that other’s wouldn’t understand. And like an idiot, he had forgotten to empty his duffel bag before packing for the band trip.

Stopping at the campsite, that first night, he had forgotten about the magazines, Hell he’d forgotten about it before packing, so when he dumped his bag out, and the magazines came flying out, he had been as surprised as everyone else. Unfortunately they had moved faster, and it was around the whole campsite in seconds, or so it seemed.

He should have denied they were his, should have figured out some snappy lie, or better yet, taken a page from the Politicians and blamed them, saying that one of them must have put them there, to get at him. That is what he should have done, instead he had just stammered, just stood there pale as a ghost. And ever since he had been the butt of their so called sense of humor.

Staring out the window, he felt rather sad. He didn’t understand how guys like Mark or Ron could switch from being a friend, to being the enemy. It really didn’t make much sense, except maybe that they were trying to cover their own asses. The way some of the other’s had looked at them, wondering. He wondered if he would have acted that way too, if the situation had been reversed?

Looking out, he saw the darkness evaporating, saw the shapes becoming more defined as the bus rolled along. He was tired, but it wasn’t a good tired. Not like it had been on that last morning with Neil, at the camping spot they had found. No campgrounds for them, as they had trekked into the woods, off the beaten path, so that no one could intrude. It had been a week of nothing but sex, and he smiled as his body settled deep into the bus seat.

So what if they wanted to harass him? They couldn’t take away what he had, and soon he’d be away from them. Soon he’d be off making new friends, and like Neil had said, colleges had a more ‘gay friendly’ lifestyle. Sure, he would still need to be careful, but incidents like skin mags falling wouldn’t do more than raise an eyebrow.

They hadn’t done much exploring, other than the odd journey down to the river. There they had found a nice spot, shaded and not quite so open so that they could be seen. It had been fun, to lay on the ground, staring out at the sun shining down on the water. How it had glittered, but not as much as Neil’s eyes had, when he would get horny, which seemed to be all the time.

For a skinny kid, Neil did have a rather attractive body, when naked. The ribs didn’t really stick out that much, and his stomach was flat. It was fun to run his hand over it, because he could feel each muscle under the skin. Not like there was a lot of fat to cover it. His hips were a bit bony, but then Neil was what one would call your typical eighteen year old high school nerd or geek.

He liked computer sciences, and was nuts about astrology too. The way his face would light up when he was talking about some ram this or quad processors, or when he talked about the worlds beyond. Neil was one of those who liked to dream, but he was all guy too. He loved sex, talking about penises, cut or not, seemed to make his face glow as much as talking about the stars did.

While he didn’t think of himself as having a great body, he knew it was more muscular, more filled out than Neil’s was, but the sex had been so good, it really didn’t matter all that much. He might have outweighed Neil by 30 or so pounds, and he had a lot more hair on his legs than Neil, but when it came to comparing dicks, well Neil won that one hands down.

Who would have thought some skinny runt like Neil would have a dick the size of a torpedo? Back at summer camp it hadn’t been that big, least he hadn’t thought it had, but in a year, it was like some growth hormone had kicked in, or something. He even asked Neil if he had been using some of those ‘penis pills’ that inundated his email.

Neil had laughed, and said no, but the way he had laughed, grinned, had only made Jeremy stare at Neil more. They had been out at the river, laying there watching the sun come up. It was their first night, and already he had shot two loads and Neil had only shot once.

It wasn’t cold either, and they were stretched out on a pair of blankets, stark naked, just enjoying the warm air, the stars, and each other. He wished it didn’t have to be hidden, even then, but stupid he wasn’t. Least until the magazines had come out of his duffle bag. Now that was stupid, but thinking back to that first night, it seemed like no one should object to him or Neil.

Looking out, the whole night seemed to be just like that first night, at how Neil had lay next to him, his body just touching him in certain spots, and how good it had felt. The press of someone’s legs against his, of feeling his presence. It had given him some good feelings, and when they had turned their heads to look at each other, to talk or say something, it had felt so comfortable, that he wished he could do that with others.

He and Neil were typical eighteen year olds, least he thought so. Yet maybe they weren’t, because in all the locker room talk he had heard, no one ever talked about how it felt to lay next to the person they were boinking. No one talked about how it felt, just about how much cum they had shot, or how long they had been banging.

Maybe instead of hounding him, they could take a lesson in what real sex was like, from him and Neil. Man, he still could remember how good it had felt, when Neil had let his hand rest on Jeremy’s chest. How his heart had begun to beat a bit faster, as Neil caressed his chest, how the fingers would play the few chest hairs he had. How they felt, tingled as his fingers twisted them a bit, then flattened them out.

How his nipples seemed to stiffen as the tips of Neil’s fingers would gently circle them, then rub over the tip. How it made him tremble, how he would bite his teeth, as the hand moved slowly over his body. It was hard to put into words, but damn it had felt good, something he could still feel, if he thought about it real hard.

How his whole body shuddered, when Neil leaned over and lightly pressed his lips against the side of his chest, just beside a nipple. Man, he almost creamed right then and there, as the soft press of those moist lips touched his skin. It had been a perfect night, and the dawn was on track for being even more spectacular.

Strange, but thinking about that camping trip, he couldn’t remember when he hadn’t been hard, nor if Neil had ever been soft. It was like they were always stiff, always wanting to get it on, yet the sex wasn’t just about a quick suck or fuck. Okay, the first afternoon it had been, but only then.

It was more about how they seemed to just enjoy each other, to take their time, to savour it all. Maybe they weren’t typical, but damn the sex had been amazing. They had gone through a few boxes of Condoms on that trip. Thinking about it now, he realized too that it was more about the way they did things, than the mechanics of it. After all a fuck was a fuck, but it was how they led up to it, how they enjoyed the touch of each other, the closeness, that made it worth remembering.

Like that first morning, how Neil spent so much time just leaning on his side, while he explored all of Jeremy’s body. How good it had felt, the way his hand seemed to be all over him, touching, pressing. It was sort of like Neil was trying to memorize every part of him, where every dimple was, every ridge of skin was. How his finger would moved down the centre of his chest, towards his belly.

How it traced around his belly button, making him giggle a little, and how they laughed as suddenly they were tickling each other, hands flying to various body spots, to tickle, to touch. Their peals of laughter only seemed to make them want each other more. Strange that, but one second they were frolicking around, laughing and then the next, they were locked in a passionate kiss.

Neil tasted so good, but the sound of him laughing, the way he would squirm, to reach around and tickle him, or to just hold him, was an unbelievable experience. Everything felt so natural, so unrehearsed. It was as if they could read each other’s minds, know what the other wanted.

Why was that so wrong? So many seemed to think it was, but as he thought about it, he couldn’t understand it. He was happy when he could feel Neil’s arms around him, holding him. How good it had felt to feel his hot breath on his cheeks, while his hand was touching him. Nothing that felt that good, could be wrong.

His eyes closed as his head settled further into the seat, thinking of Neil, of that first morning. How Neil had moved around, how they had kissed, then how Neil was suddenly on top of him, his body pressing down. He could feel the press of his big dick, wedged up into the soft part of his groin, his own dick wedged upwards, against Neil’s belly.

Jeremy could feel the heart beating, feel the chest heaving as Neil kissed him hard. How his tongue had pushed past his teeth, had licked him deep inside, then pulled out, while his tongue returned the favour. It felt so good, to feel the Neil’s fingers digging into his upper arms, as he moved his hips from side to side, rubbing his hard cock against his crotch.

The way his body moved, to push at his own dick, to make it rub between them, then how he had sat up, his knees on either side of Jeremy. How he had looked down at him, his eyes looking so alive, so filled with fire. It had made his body shake a bit, made his heart skip a beat. Even now he could feel how good it had felt, to be looked at that way.

Nothing dirty about that, nothing unseemly. It just felt so natural, so good. How the eyes seemed to pierce his deep inside, touching him within. The way he had moaned softly, as Neil had looked at him, at how it felt to have his bony knees pushing against the outside of his thighs. Looking up, he knew what Neil wanted, knew it without having to ask.

He had smiled back, and had reached for his pants, to pull out a condom. Jeremy had felt the eyes following his movement, could feel the excitement building in the body on top of his, as he picked up the condom and turned to stare at Neil.

Handing it to him, he saw the eyes widen, saw the desire too. Hell, he could feel it. Until now, he had always been the top, the one to penetrate. Even back at summer camp, he had been the one to do it. Looking up at Neil, he felt the ache inside, knowing that this time, he wanted it as much as Neil had all those other times.

It wasn’t like he had never bottomed before, but for some reason, he really wanted it this time. He had this strange ache in his ass, that made him squirm, as he watched Neil tear the condom package, and take out the thin plastic. How it seemed to sort of shine, in his hand, as he grabbed the tip and looked down at Jeremy. It was so different than any of the other times. Something about it had made him lick his lips, made his eyes widen, as Neil stared down at him, as he adjusted himself to sit between Jeremy’s legs.

Everything felt suddenly quiet, still even. His heart seemed to be holding itself in check, as he glanced down his body, to see that large dick, to see the tiny white at the slit, as Neil reached down to grab hold of it. How big it looked, yet how much he wanted it. It didn’t make sense, as he watched Neil unroll the condom slowly down the cock shaft. Least to him it seemed slow, and almost, sensual. To think, that was soon going to be inside of him, made him tremble a bit, made him a bit anxious too.

He had dicks before, but nothing like Neil’s. Still he wanted it, could feel the desire in his body, as he spread his legs a bit, as his own cock was solid, like a rock, sticking up. They didn’t say a word to each other, as Neil finished unrolling the condom, then looked up at Jeremy.

It was as if he was asking if Jeremy was certain, and his reply had been a soft whimper, as if, he couldn’t wait. His body was trembling, as he lifted up his legs, pushing them apart, and reaching to hold them up high in the air, lifting his rear upwards, to give Neil a good view.

The sudden touch of Neil’s fingers around his balls, the way they moved down from the top, between his cheeks, made him shiver. His thighs quivered, the muscles tightening, as he clenched his legs. The pain of being in that position ignored, as his eyes became a bit glazed over. His chest hurt too, as he held his breath, as he licked his lips for the umpteenth time.

The touch was soft as the fingers moved down and circled his hole, then disappeared. He heard Neil slurping, as if he was sucking on something, then he felt the fingers back at his hole, felt their moist tips, knowing that the sound had been Neil sucking on his own fingers.

The tip of the finger circled his hole, then it rested briefly over his hole, before he felt the soft press, the gradual increase of pressure, as Neil let his finger push inwards. He felt the muscles around his hole, felt them tighten, then suddenly he felt the finger sliding into him. He moaned, and shook a bit, as Neil continued to slowly push his finger in, until Jeremy could feel the press of Neil’s hands between his cheeks.

He sighed, as the finger began to pump him, to go in and out, then twist around. His body continued to squirm, as Neil added a second finger to the first, stretching his insides a bit more. It felt snug, felt full, as he moaned a bit, as the fingers moved in and out. They didn’t go fast, but in a steady in and out motion, that made him quiver a bit more.

His chest began to heave, as the fingers worked deep into his body, then out, then in. They moved from side to side, making him moan his pleasure as he felt the steady motion. Then it was suddenly over, as he felt Neil pressing up against his legs. He felt the hot breath across his face, and opened his eyes to see his face looming over his chest.

The way his short hair looked so damp, as if he had been in the river. How the eyes had a strange glint he had never seen before, that made him catch his own breath. How adorable he looked, really. The way his jaw was held so tight, the thin lines around it more pronounced. His nostrils were flaring as Jeremy felt Neil’s cock sliding between his upraised buttocks.

It felt so hot, like a hot poker. He groaned as the huge cock was suddenly being pressed up into his hole. Jeremy could feel the muscles protesting, feel his nerves tingling, as Neil glanced down at Jeremy. How his eyes took on a totally different look, almost feverish. The way his cheeks were pulled inwards, as his small bony chest heaved with the effort.

Then he felt the pain, the sharp jabbing jolt that seemed to suddenly race up and down his spine. God how it hurt, yet didn’t. It was all through his body, making his legs quiver, making his arms tighten their grip on his legs. How his own body suddenly became tense, wired with nervous energy.

The pain in his rectum made him groan loudly, made him bite his lower lip as Neil’s dick pressed inwards, the head stretching him so much, he was certain his tiny little pink hole would be ripped apart, that it would need stitches or something to be put back together. He cried out, as tears welled up at the corners of his eyes, as the hard cock continued to press inwards.

He heard Neil grunt, heard his breath come rushing past, as a giant wave of pain came rushing into his body. He cried out louder, his body coiled tightly, as the cock head made its way past his tiny hole. He could feel it, feel the sudden tightening of it around the shaft, as Neil pressed inwards, driving his cock into Jeremy.

Slowly he felt his whole insides being filled, as the cock seemed endless. His body shook, his legs quivered, but he didn’t want it to stop. The pain was harsh, more than he had ever experienced, yet as he squirmed, he couldn’t help but feel the pleasure too. The way his body shuddered as sweat dropped from Neil’s looming body onto Jeremy. It all made him feel it even more, as his eyes closed, as he let the moment take hold of him.

He had no idea how long it was, nor did he care. Each hard thrust into his body made him jump, made his body try to burrow into the soft ground beneath him. His legs ached, his arms were numb, as Neil seemed to be pounding him faster and faster. Each crushing blow, driving that thick long pole deeper and deeper.

Jeremy swore he could feel the pulsing vein under the shaft, as it dug deep into him. He could feel the head banging up against his insides, feel it reaching for his throat even, as he tossed his head from side to side, enjoying the pain that was now pure joy. How good it felt, as the hard pole continued to drive in and out of his body.

How good it all felt, as he heard his own cries mingle with Neil’s. There was a strange thundering echo in his ears, which he knew had to be the wild beat of his heart, but there were other sounds too. The sounds of the river lapping onto the shore, the sound of the warm wind blowing through the trees above. There were the sounds of Neil’s labored breathing, of his own.

They all joined together in one single chorus of noise, that echoed in his ears, that penetrated his mind, as the hard dick kept thrusting into his body. His whole body was shaking, and then he felt his cock being grabbed, felt the hand circle it and began to pump it, to stroke it.

Opening his eyes, he saw the wild look in Neil’s face. How he was staring at Jeremy’s cock, as he rocked in and out, as his whole body shook. His hand moved as fast as his hips did, in time with the deep thrusts of his cock. Jeremy couldn’t believe the image, of how the hand was nothing but a blur, as his legs kept bucking. How the pleasure he was feeling inside, kept on growing, with each hard thrust.

His chest ached, his mind was in a fog, as his eyes opened wider, as the hand stroked his dick, as the cock inside pressed up into his body. Jeremy felt it coming, could feel how his balls were so full that he though they would burst. How hard they hurt as he heard the slapping sounds of Neil’s bony groin slamming into him.

It was totally unreal, as their hot flesh met each other. How it felt like he was melting, as if his skin was becoming a pool of molten liquid. The way his whole body shook, as if in the middle of a giant earthquake. How the skin shook, from the wild force of Neil’s crashing blows into him.

He cried out, as the pain in his groin matched that in his rectum. His balls seemed like giant balloons, as they were crushed by Neil’s inwards thrusts. Then suddenly he felt it, crying out as he did. The rush of release was fantastic. It was like nothing he had ever felt before, as the hot cream left his balls, his cock shaft suddenly becoming even thicker. The blood was suddenly rushing from everywhere, to his dick. His eyes fluttered, the sudden sharp explosion of lights across them made him suddenly arch his whole body up, just as Neil crashed down into it.

The hand around his cock grew even tighter, as the head reared back, then shot forward. Jeremy felt the hot splash across his chin, then across his neck and down on his upper chest. He felt his mouth open, felt himself screaming, but heard nothing but a roaring crashing sound of thunder. His body shook, as if every single muscle had suddenly uncoiled, has sprung.

Just as he thought it was all over, he heard a distant cry, a distant scream. The fullness inside was suddenly gone, and as he felt his chest heave, he felt more splashes of hot liquid across his belly. He felt the muscles inside rumble, felt the nerves scream as the hot liquid burned his flesh. His whole body was once more convulsing, as the streams of hot cream splashed across his rolling stomach.

As the shaking slowly subsided, he managed to open his eyes, to see a blurred shape above him, slowly fall forward. He felt the weight on his whole body, felt the cooling liquid become squished between the falling body, and his own, felt the sudden beat of another drum near his heart. His eyes flickered, as the stars shone above the damp head that was resting on his own heaving chest.

Looking out at the growing light, Jeremy wished he was back at the river, that Neil hadn’t gone back home. Maybe he could phone him, or something. He would know what to say, how to make him forget these last five weeks, as he remembered how good it had felt, to have his naked body on top of his. How good it had felt, as his softened cock finally was eased out from his own body.

Turning away from the window, he glanced around at the darkened bus. Everyone was in various positions of rest. Some had their mouths open, a few were even snoring as he looked at his classmates. They simply didn’t get it, and he doubted if any ever would. Neil had gotten it, and so what if they teased him. He would always have that, which most of them never would.

He sighed, as his eyes met those of his ex friend, Roger. Jeremy could see how he wasn’t asleep, how he was staring at him. Unlike the other times, he didn’t lower his eyes, nor did he turn away, he stared back at Roger, daring him to make a comment.

Strange, but somehow thinking of Neil, remembering how it had felt, he didn’t fear Roger or the others anymore. He felt different, as if he had something they just never would. Let Roger stare, let the others stare or make their comments. He was who he was, and if they didn’t like it, tough shit. Neil had liked it, and he was certain others would too. The Roger’s of the world suddenly, no longer mattered to him, or scared him.

Jeremy watched as Roger turned his eyes away, almost as if he had read Jeremy’s mind, and Jeremy turned back to look out the window. It felt good, as he watched the sun beginning to rise up on the horizon. He no longer felt ashamed or afraid.

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Fantasy Comes True

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (-)

He couldn’t believe it, the way it had all gone down, nor how he was feeling right now, as he leaned against the back of the closed door. His body was still trembling, the room’s air chilling him, as it cooled the sweat that covered his body. Strands of his damp blond hair curled around his neck, and hung down over his shoulder.

Lonnie shivered as he thought about it all, and he licked his lips as he could still see Ashley’s face, as his body shook, as the first stream of his hot milk came jetting out, splattering all over Lonnie’s stomach. His hand automatically moved down, to feel the dried cum on his belly, and a smile curled around his lips, then he thought of Brad.

Well what could he do? It wasn’t like he had planned it, and if he really thought about it, it was Ashley who made all the moves, and like a love sick cow he had fallen for each flick of those long eyelashes, of the way those thin pale lips grinned at him. Like what else could he do, but give in?

Ashley was just one of those you couldn’t refuse, no matter how strong your will was. If he wanted you, and man had he wanted Lonnie, not even a Saint could resist his charm. The guy had it all, from the perfect six pack, to the well proportioned six foot tall 150 pound body. His arms were just right, his legs perfect, and shit, when he was naked, he was even more desirable.

Christ what was he supposed to do? It wasn’t like he had seduced him, or even thought about it, until Ashley had just shown up, out of the blue. His appearance had seemed innocent enough, until he asked for a drink. Then he should have known, should have refused or come up with some excuse, but the way he tilted his head, the way he had spoken to him. The soft voice, the hidden meaning coming out loud and clear, it was impossible to say no to a simple drink.

Besides, it was Ashley, and he had seen him work the bar, seen how he had never needed to reach into his pocket for a single drink. It was amazing, and he could understand it too. The guy wasn’t just a looker, but he was actually fun to be with, to just talk to. He always looked interested in what you were saying, plus if he was interested in something else, well there was no mistaking that either.

Somehow Lonnie had missed that, as he was really just too impressed by how handsome Ashley was. The blond mop of hair, the flashing blue eyes that seemed to just radiate more, whenever they met his own eyes. It was as if Ashley was as impressed with Lonnie, as he was with him. Least that is how it felt, but he should have resisted, should have said no.

Yet, the one drink had turned into a few more, and before he realized it, Ashley was undressing him. His hands were inside his shirt playing with his nipples, tweaking them, while his eyes seemed to just glitter, his face glowing. He still had no idea how it had begun, but it had, and his own body was refusing to listen to his own mind. It was as if Ashley had somehow bewitched him.

Still that wouldn’t wash, would it?

Though he had to admit, it was true. He still had no idea of how Ashley had somehow wound up sitting next to him on the chesterfield, how he had begun to unbutton his shirt, to run his hand down his chest, the fingers twirling the few tufts of hair he had there. How good it felt to feel his breath on his face, then how the head had tilted to one side.

The eyes seemed to suddenly hold his attention, to be almost like they were devouring him. He found himself licking his lips, as Ashley kept his gaze, held him captive by the glare of his beautiful blue eyes. The eyelashes, fluttering, the way they seemed to be sending his body some secret signal was unreal. It was like being held in a trance, even as the head moved inwards, the lips pouting a bit. Lonnie knew what was going to happen, but he did nothing to stop it.

The touch of those pale thin lips against his mouth felt like an electric shock. His whole body trembled at the touch, at the warmth that seemed to suddenly fill his entire body. He had felt himself shaking, had one brief moment to resist, but it quickly passed. The way Ashley put his arms around his waist, one hand resting lightly on his hip, the fingers spread out to touch his bare skin.

Lonnie had felt passionate kisses before, but nothing like this first kiss from Ashley. It started off so softly, so innocent, and before he knew it, he was tasting Ashley’s tongue deep in his throat. Hell he had almost gagged on the thick tongue, that licked him inside. The way the lips suddenly were pressed hard up against his mouth, how the fingers at his side dug deep into his flesh.

Then when he pulled back, to just look at him once again with those eyes. The hand now resting lightly on his hip, yet he could feel Ashley’s fingers, feel the tips trembling. It made his own heart continue to beat wildly, yet inside he knew he should put a stop to it, to end it before it went further, but he couldn’t. It was Ashley, everyone’s fantasy boy, and he was the one making the move on him.

He knew that every guy in the bar, in the circles he travelled, would kill to be in his position. It didn’t matter if they were 20, like him, or 80, they’d give their eye teeth to have Ashley sitting next to them, swapping spit. To have the hands of eighteen year old Ashley touching your bare skin would give some of the older crowd a heart attack, one they wouldn’t mind having.

He was that popular, and yet, he felt like he should be above that. Yet as he had stared into those eyes, felt the taste of him still in his mouth, he couldn’t stop. The way his arms seemed to have a will of their own as they reached out and encircled Ashley’s body, the way his hands seemed to be shaking as they touched him, as his chest seemed to pull in, at his touch. All of it made him lose all sense of reality, as this was his fantasy, his dream come true.

It wasn’t that he was a dork or ugly. Guys still showed an interest in him, even if he was 20. He still had that fresh look, despite the occasional five o’clock shadow. His body was still trim, fit. He prided himself on that, but when it came to comparison with someone like Ashley, he felt like the ugly duckling. Ashley was it, and here he was, touching him, feeling him, wanting him. It was a dream, had to be, but the pinch was real, the pain in his chest was real. It wasn’t a dream, Ashley was in his apartment, wanting him.

How do you refuse that?

He couldn’t, and somehow the kiss had turned into a lot more. The way Ashley seemed to become possessed, as he had stripped his own shirt off, to expose his golden flesh to Lonnie. How it seemed to glisten, and he could see the fine hairs down the cleft of his chest, standing up, waiting for his touch, for his attention. It was too much as he couldn’t help but lean forward, to taste him, to lick at the protruding nipples that seemed to waver in the air, to further entice him.

It was the perfect taste treat for him. He couldn’t believe how fresh the taste was, as his tongue licked at the firm flesh of one nipple, then another, then his lips would press down, his teeth would take hold, and he would pull back, teasing Ashley. He heard him moan, and while he was sucking on his man titties, Ashley was holding him, pulling him closer, running his hands across his back, reaching down to the small of his back, trying to work their way under his shorts.

How he survived was unreal. His cock was like a thickened steel rod, and he knew it was close. Still, somehow he kept control over it, even when he found the hand reaching down and taking hold of it, caressing it in a pulling motion. His body had shook, trembled from the rolling waves of pure pleasure that seemed non stop.

From that first flush, that first touch, they hadn’t exchanged a single word. Just grunts and moans of pure enjoyment filled his tiny living room. The way his hands moved, his mouth, as he devoured him was amazing. It made his pulse race, and it seemed like it would never reach its limit. The way his mouth could send his whole body into a spasm, just by the press of the lips on him. Lonnie had never felt so much passion, so much desire before.

His own touching was as frantic, as wild. The way his hands were reaching for that cock, that weapon that would make people drool, just from seeing its outline or press in the pants, was his to actually touch. It was so hot, so alive, that he immediately lowered his head, to kiss it, to fondle it. Just as Ashley held his cock, pulled on it, he did the same to him, but with his mouth. He couldn’t stop himself from taking the whole cock into his mouth, pushing aside all doubts, all notions of guilt. He just let it slide deep into his mouth, down his throat. He felt it shake, felt it quiver as his tongue licked at the underside, as he sucked on it.

God how good it had tasted, how the smell was making him feel so light headed. Breathing in pure Ashley was intoxicating, almost like being drunk. His moans were even starting to sound slurred to his ears, but he couldn’t stop. The way the balls slung up, rubbed against his nose, and how his nostrils flared as he breathed his scent in. It made him want to cum, specially the way Ashley was pulling on his cock, but then suddenly it was all over.

The hand was off his dick, and the cock was pulled from his mouth, and he began to fear that he had failed to please, that he had somehow disappointed Ashley. He looked up, to see the younger man towering over him, a powerful glint in his eyes, that made him shudder. Then he felt the strong hands as they pushed his pants further down, and more or less forced him to turn over.

In that second, as the hands pushed him, Lonnie knew he hadn’t disappointed, but that Ashley wanted to take him, to be inside of him. It really was like being in heaven. It was everything he had ever dreamed about, and it was Ashley too.

Thankfully he had Condoms on the end table, and he felt the hot breath of the younger man on his shoulder, felt the weight of his body on his, as he reached over to grab a package out of the bowl. He was grateful too, not feeling like he would have stopped him if he hadn’t reached for the condom. Bareback wasn’t his thing, but it was Ashley. He knew he wouldn’t stop him, but he didn’t have to worry, as he heard the condom package being ripped open.

Looking over his shoulder, as he lowered his front end, raising his buttocks higher, he could see the thighs, and that amazing cock. Licking his lips, he saw Ashley’s hand grabbing the cock, and the other hand pushing something over the top of it. The sight was truly arousing, as he felt his own cock shake a bit, jerk a little, as he watched how carefully Ashley slid the thin plastic over his throbbing cock. Lonnie breathed in deeply, then out, as he let his eyes travel upwards, to see the firm belly, the chiselled chest.

Staring upwards, he saw the glazed look in Ashley’s face, saw how he was biting on the lower lip as his hands unrolled the condom to its base. He couldn’t help but see him raise his hand, the one that had covered his cock with the condom, and spit on it several times. The muscles inside his body began to tighten, as the hand moved down, and smeared the spit over the condom, then once again the hand was taken up and spit on.

The hand moved down, between his cheeks, as he felt the two fingers slide down straight to his hole. They didn’t wait, didn’t tease him, but entered him quickly. He grunted a bit, as he felt the penetration. The two fingers dug into him, pushing his body slightly forward from their entry into him. Then he felt them twist and turn as Ashley’s body leaned fully onto his upraised backside.

Groaning, he turned his head, letting the fingers explore his inside. It felt so good, so hard, that he couldn’t help but groan. The muscles in the back of his thighs seemed to tighten, to coil as the fingers moved in and out, then they were out. He felt the press of the thick cock head being pushed between his cheeks. Lonnie turned his head to let it rest on the sofa, on his side. He took his arms, reaching backwards, to grab hold of his buttocks, to help Ashley find his hole, and penetrate him.

His fingers dug into his own ass cheeks, and pulled back, opening his body to Ashley’s throbbing cock. The head was pressing up against his tight hole, and as he pulled his cheeks back, he felt the sharp jolt of pain travel up his spine. Ashley was already pushing inwards, splitting his hole, making it surrender to the superior force of the hard pulsing cock.

Lonnie cried out, feeling the pain growing, as Ashley continued to push inwards, continued to spread his insides apart. The cock head was digging in, still being resisted from Lonnie’s tiny pink hole, but then it was past. The pain roared up his spine, making him cry out, making his whole body shake and shudder. His arms quivered, as they held his cheeks open, as the cock drove deep inside, barely stopping as Lonnie’s insides tried to deny it’s entry.

He felt Ashley’s groin push into his buttocks, felt his body move forward a bit, then he felt the hard throbbing cock pull back, and suddenly it was driving back inside. In and out, in quick hard thrusts, made him continue to cry out. His heart was pounding, as sweat was dripping from every pore in his body. Lonnie couldn’t believe how good it was feeling, how the pain had been so quickly replaced with all those wonderful waves of pleasure.

His chest ached, as he struggled to breath, his hands slipped from his sweat soaked buttocks, as he lay there, enjoying each hard thrust into him. The drops of sweat that fell onto his own back, from Ashley, only added to his pleasure, as he tried to hold onto the thick cock that pounded him. Every nerve inside was tingling, was making him squirm, as the hard cock drove in and out in ever increasing speed. He could hear the shallow breathing from above, feel the drops of sweat becoming more and more like a steady rain.

The hard thrusts suddenly came less often, then he felt totally empty. Lonnie felt panic, then two hands, pulling at him, trying to turn him over. He obliged the urgent tugs, and was now on his back, staring up at Ashley. His eyes opened wide, as he felt the strong hands now grab hold of his legs, pushing them back over Lonnie’s head.

He reached up, to take hold of his own ankles, as Ashley spread the legs apart, opening up Lonnie’s buttocks. He then reached back down, and was already guiding his cock back down the open valley, until the head was once more wedged up against Lonnie’s hole. Looking up he saw the sweat dripping off his forehead, as it leaned forward, coming straight for him.

The kiss was hard, and a surprise. He lifted his head up a bit, to meet Ashley, and he felt himself shake, as their lips touched, as Ashley’s tongue pushed past and inside. He moaned, as Ashley kissed him, and drove his cock inside. The pain was just as intense as before, but he ignored it as he bit Ashley’s lower lip, pulling it back, licking at his chin, as the head moved back. The eyes were narrowed, as they stared down at him, as the hips began to twist and gyrate a bit faster.

It made the cock inside twist, jerk that only made Lonnie groan even more. He could see his own chest rising and falling, as if in time with Ashley’s. His lungs hurt, as he tried to breath, as his cock flopped on his belly. The pain inside once more turning to pure pleasure, as Ashley’s cock drove deep into him, splitting him wide open. His legs were numb, as he hung onto them, as his own head began to roll from side to side, enjoying the waves of pleasure coming from deep inside.

His body was shaking, as was Ashley’s. Lonnie could see it, see how the sweat was running down his body, some falling onto him, the rest flowing along the glistening skin to somewhere else. He saw the nostrils flaring, saw him bit his lower lip, as his hips continued to push in and out, with an odd twist to the side, every now and then.

His eyes watched in utter amazement, as he saw the veins on Ashley’s forehead throb, saw the eyelids close, saw the head tilt back. The mouth was slightly open, the tongue barely sticking out, as Ashley drove his cock hard and fast into him. He could feel the head as it pushed past every single muscle inside, as it dug deeper and deeper. He felt its fire, its burning heat, as it pushed into him, like a hot knife going through butter.

His legs were numb, his arms throbbing, as he felt the full weight of Ashley’s body on his. His eyes fluttered a bit, as he saw the muscles in Ashley’s face begin to contrict, to tighten the face into a bizarre twisted look of pain, of concentration. Then he felt the cock being taken out, but before he could do more than recognize it, he saw the head glance down at him, the eyes totally glazed over.

The hand had ripped the condom off, and was stroking the cock furiously. He could barely see it move, it was so fast, and then the loud cry echoed in the room. The harsh sound made him jump, then he felt the hot splash on his belly, on his chest, and up to his neck. It stung, as it hit, burning too.

Ashley had his eyes closed, his nostrils were flared open, and his mouth was hanging down, open. The face was totally constricted, as more of the hot stinging splashes covered his belly, sizzling almost as they struck. His own cock was jerking, as the hot cum coated his belly, making the muscles inside quiver.

As Lonnie felt the cum splattering on his groin, he felt the full weight of Ashley, who collapsed on top of him. He could hear his panting breath, his struggle for air, as he leaned exhausted on his own completely drained body. The exhaustion was unreal, his arms felt like lead weights, but Lonnie managed to lay them over the trembling body on top of him.

He felt Ashley’s head nuzzled into the crook of his neck, felt the way he breathed, his lips lightly brushing past his cheek. It was unreal, how quickly it had gone from a single drink, to the wildest sex he had ever had. His whole body ached, as he felt the total exhaustion creeping through every muscle, every nerve.

Just as quickly as it had happened, it was suddenly over. Ashley was up, and with a quick hard kiss on Lonnie’s lips, he was sitting up, dressing. It was as if he was once more ready to go again, though Lonnie was totally drained. The ache in his crotch was making his head spin, as Ashley was suddenly up and heading for the door, thanking him for the drink.

It was like nothing had happened, as he stumbled up onto his feet, to see his guest out the door. Now as he leaned on the door, he still wasn’t sure what had happened, or how. He knew though, that he would have tell Brad, but how?

The guilt was setting in, as he walked slowly towards the couch, and his pile of clothes. The used condom was on the floor, reminding him of his transgression. Christ, he couldn’t believe he had let Ashley do that, but he had, and now he would have to tell Brad. After all, Ashley was Brad’s boyfriend, not Lonnie’s. Or was he?