The Revival

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (1)

It had been a dare, one Daniel had laughed at. At first he didn’t believe it was much of a dare, and had quickly agreed to do it, but as he stared at the people around him, at their upraised arms, at the glassy eyed look many had, he felt strangely frightened. He was in among the lions, or so it felt. He could feel the sweat beading up on his forehead, and it wasn’t from the warmth of so many bodies pressed into one huge room either, but it was from being found out, of being pointed to and singled out as the evil one.

Strange, how his imagination was working, how he felt so chilled by the prospect of being outed, when normally he didn’t give a frig who knew he was gay or not. He made no secret of his desire for cock, lots of it too, yet standing here, alone, clapping like the others, he felt like some huge spotlight would soon shine on him, showing a huge G on his forehead, marking him as one of ‘those’. It was odd, scary even, which wasn’t how he was used to feeling.

Sure he had been frightened by some of the dares he had accepted. The bungee jumping nude was one of those. Not being nude, but willingly jumping off some bridge, trusting to an elastic rope to stop him from crashing into the rocks, now that was scary. To jump out of a plane at 10,000 feet and not pull the cord right away, that was scary, trusting that some thin nylon cord was all between him and being road kill was equally scary, but it had been a rush. It had given him a strange exhilaration, that was missing from this particular dare.

Still, standing next to William had its upside too. He had met him when entering, and it was as if the guy knew he was new to this sort of thing. The way he had welcomed him, the smile that he had given him, all made him a welcome from the strange other faces. It was almost as if they knew each other. Strange, but he managed to push aside the fears that kept nagging at him, as they had moved along into the main auditorium.

To be there, amongst all those who preached against him, was odd, not the thrill he had expected. As a brash young 21 year old, he didn’t believe in fear, in being afraid. From the age of 14 or so, he had stopped worrying what others would think of him. He acted as he felt, and if it was girlish, well he was never one to back down from a good old fashioned name calling session, or fight, for that matter. And he had a few of the latter, not because he had said anything, or had acted ‘girlish’ but simply because he didn’t hide his being Gay.

Now here he was, in the Lion’s Den itself, and one of the Lion Cubs was showing him around, explaining things to him. William was his name, and to be honest, he wouldn’t have minded knowing him outside of this place. After all, the guy was tall, had long hair to his shoulder, had a killer smile to go with the lean smooth face. His body was not what you would call muscular, but it was fit. He had a short torso, but damn those legs were hot.

Daniel couldn’t think of anyone who fit his ideal of a good twink than William. Hell, if he had seen him anywhere but here, he would have gone into full cruising mode, which he was considered a pro at being. Hence his nickname of ‘troll’ from his friends. Fact was, he liked sex, any kind of good sex, and it just wasn’t that easy to get. Yet here he was, imagining what it would be like to be all over this straight dude, which was okay.

I mean some of the best sex he had ever had, were with straight boys, course it wasn’t that they really were, they just thought they were. He had shown them the error of their ways, or made a damn good effort at it. Now William, well not only was he a good straight boy, but obviously a religious one.

Yet the way he had come to him, the way he had smiled at him, as he guided him into the huge auditorium, had made him wonder. The guy was so friendly, it felt like he was at one of those gay club social gatherings on campus. Everyone was so nice, so glad to see you, that it never felt right, and this was like that. Everyone smiling, everyone hugging as if they were bosom buddies, or relations.

And it wasn’t just the women doing it. He couldn’t believe how many guys would suddenly be wrapped up in each other’s arms, hugging and shaking the other like they were brothers. Hell, a few of them had done it with William, and it made him a bit jealous. He wouldn’t have minded one or two of them hugging him as well, but just the way they pressed his hand, made him squirm. It was all so faked, so unreal that he felt like he was at a carnival or side show.

They reached a row of seats, and as he moved ahead of William, he couldn’t help but feel his new found friend’s eyes staring at his backside. He wondered if he was checking him out, or gauging if he was some sinner? It was odd, being in amongst all these faithful believers, and yet as he found his seat, and turned to stare up at the huge stage, he felt William next to him. Turning he saw his head tilt towards him, and whisper into his ear.

‘We aren’t all fakes, some of us really do care.’

He felt his legs tremble a little, wondering how he had known what he had been thinking? The way his eyes now stared at him, the way they seemed to sparkle, then grow even more vibrant, as they slowly moved up and down, taking him in. It was a cruising tactic he himself had used more than once, as he looked closely at William.

It couldn’t be the same, or could it? After all, he had found some good shags in the strangest of places, why not at an evangelical road show? It wasn’t like they did any background checks when they took your money for the tickets, so anything was possible. And there was no mistaking that little lick of the lips after the eyes had taken a few seconds in staring at his crotch.

As the whole meeting or performance took shape, he began to wonder, if maybe he had been wrong. The way William would stand up, like the rest, how his hand would be upraised, his head tilted back and eyes shut. It was like most of the others, and he couldn’t help but notice how many had tears streaming down their faces, as they stood up, swaying a little. It was all so strange, so cult like that he felt his fears taking hold.

It was a different fear, than he was used to. In some ways, it was more frightening than thinking about what it would be like if the bungee cord broke, or if the parachute didn’t open. It made his legs tremble, and it gave him the cold shivers, just thinking of being outed amongst all these faithful believers. Still, as he listened to the music, to the endless speeches or sermons, he couldn’t shake the notion that there was something different about William.

As the day dragged on, he couldn’t help but notice how William would steal glances at him. How when he would stand up, he could feel Williams eyes on his butt, checking it out. Nor how he would turn his head away when he would turn to look at William. It was as if he didn’t want to be seen, looking. What was worse for Daniel, was how each time he would think about it, he’d get a bit stiff.

Normally that wouldn’t bother him, but he wasn’t wearing his usual garb of denim. He had dressed up, wearing some casual pants, and every time he got a boner, they would tent up. He was fairly certain that William had noticed, definitely certain that the short brunette on the other side of him had noticed. Strange, because that would normally make him happy, yet here, he felt afraid, paranoid in a sense.

In his head, he knew that the worst that would happen would that he’d be asked to leave, yet somehow in his heart, he felt like he was in physical danger if found out. He couldn’t shake that feeling, which kept his occasional boners to a minimum. Still, he was a typical 21 year old, in that something cute got a reaction. And there were some cute ones out there.

The more time dragged on, the more his eyes wandered. He couldn’t help but notice that people seemed to get up and leave at will, that there was a constant flow of people up and down the aisles. Still, there were always people standing, hands up in the air, and when they would sit, the people next to them would always pat them on the back. It was all weird, as if they had some inner knowledge of what the person standing had been thinking. It also was a bit unnerving. Did the pimply little brunette on his right know what he was thinking? Did William?

The notion that William might know about how he was turned on by his presence, made him take a quick look. It also made him tremble a little, as he found himself staring right into Williams face. It was a handsome face, one that had made him ache a bit, at first, which only seemed to grow, as they had talked throughout the day. While he knew William had checked him out, he really hadn’t. He had been to petrified but now, looking right at him, he found his eyes slowly moving downwards, slowly checking the young man’s features, beyond his face.

He couldn’t help but notice his chest, not overly muscular, but it filled the knit shirt he was wearing out nicely. He could see the nipples sticking out. His eyes stared at that, wondering why they were looking so erect. Then he just moved on, wondering how it would feel to run his hand across the flat stomach, to feel the hidden muscles rolling from his touch.

All the thoughts were making him perspire, as his eyes refused to stop their searching, to stop their prying. He felt his whole body shudder as he finally looked at William’s crotch, at the obvious bulge that was showing. He couldn’t help himself, as he licked his lips, moistening them out of nervous habit. Then his eyes darted back up, to see the slight curl to William’s lips. It was almost like he knew what he was doing, and was approving of it.

His eyes moved back down, and for an instant he thought they were playing tricks. The bulge seemed thicker, seemed more pronounced than before, but that couldn’t be. If true, it would mean that in this pride of Lions, he had found one that had the same tastes as he did. It wasn’t possible, yet that bulge, the way the pants just seemed to have a tell tale hump to it at the crotch, was undeniable.

Daniel couldn’t help but wonder what was behind that bulge. Was it thick, long, or was it both? Could it be uncut or would it have a large or small cap from being circumcised? Thinking about it was giving him his own boner, and somehow he just knew that the kid next to him would notice. Turning around, he caught the flash of hair moving, and he knew that he had almost caught him. Still, it was William that had his interest and as he turned back, he found William bending towards him.

‘There is a nice coffee shop a block from here, interested in a bit of a break?’

The words said one thing, but in his mind he was hearing something different. It was almost as if he was hearing himself, in one of those countless situations when he had tried to make contact, to get the ball rolling, so to speak.

‘Yeah, I could use a break.’

‘I rather thought so, uh, just follow me.’

Before he could ask what he meant by that remark, William was moving out and he quickly moved to keep up. It was weird, following him, and seeing him move so quickly. It was as if there was some fire or something behind, but he couldn’t help but notice how firm his ass looked. It was the first time he really got a good glance at him, and it only made an already hard boner, a bit harder.

Walking behind, he couldn’t help but wonder why he was so attracted to the guy. It wasn’t like he had any outstanding features, any special look or stance that made him stand out, and yet he did. It was all odd, as he tried to keep up to the other guy, thinking of what it was that had him willing to go out for a coffee with an obvious untouchable? Like yes, he was horny, but he wasn’t stupid. He knew there wouldn’t be anything else to it, other than maybe a pitch to join some club. After all, that was how it worked, or did it?

Mind you he was enjoying the walk, the fresh air. It also was rather pleasant, to follow behind, to watch those butt cheeks move as William walked. It let him dream, which he figured wasn’t so bad. Okay, it might keep him a bit hard, but he could always explain that away by all the females they were passing. So he let his imagination run free, thinking about how it would be to peel those pants off, to lower whatever underwear he was wearing.

For his money, he figured they would be tidy whities, simply because of his association with all those bible thumpers. Then again, the way he walked, the way his own basket hadn’t shown so fully, maybe he was a boxer man? He loved that game, trying to guess what was worn underneath, but he doubted he’d ever find out. Still, the notion that he was wearing nothing but white jockey shorts, holding his basket tightly in place, was a rather intriguing thought.

Then too he wondered if William was cut or not? The fact that he was with all those religious types tended to make him think he would be cut, but he had known a few who weren’t. There were those Mormon twins he had met awhile back. Neither of them were cut, and man, could they fuck. It was like being in a whirlwind, the way both of them took after him.

He had never been so satisfied as when those two had gotten down to business. The one, Jason, loved to suck cock, while Mark, well he was a butt man. He loved to play with Daniel’s ass, while his twin brother was working on Daniel’s cock. Geez, the way he had sucked him was amazing. How he had simply gone down, and swallowed him whole, then the fun really began.

Both of them were blonds, short cut above the ears. They both had the cutest dimples you could ever hope for, and the way their Adam’s apples bobbed when they were excited, was thrilling. To see it move up and down their long necks, to see the skin move, gave him an instant hard on. And they noticed it too, which naturally made them more excited, which got that Adam’s apple moving even faster.

Slender, though Mark was a bit chunkier around the middle, but it didn’t matter. Both of them were well built, had great bodies, and naked, they were more than a handful. The way their thighs would quiver, as they stood there, letting him drink in their natural beauty, was a sight he wished he could have again.

Too bad they had moved away, because the few times they had met, was like heaven on earth. How Jason could suck, make him come right up to the very edge of cumming, then let him down, keeping every drop inside, until he was ready. It was both intensely pleasurable, as it was painful. To get so close, then to be pushed back, was hard on him, even while brother Mark was doing his ass.

Each time they had sex, he didn’t know if he was coming or going. The way they played him, kept him on edge, bringing him closer each time, then making him fall back, only to bring him back. It was the stuff dreams were made of, as he could attest to. He still dreamed of those twins, of the way Jason could take his cock, then his balls, and make them ache, and throb at the same time.

How his tongue would work his cock to the point where it felt like it would either fall off from the heat, or simply explode from the rushing blood. It had made him so horny, that when finally Jason would let him shoot his load, it was always both a relief, and a very draining moment. He never could sit up right after shooting his load with those two, and yet they could.

He could still feel the thrill as his whole body would shake, tremble with the mounting pressure inside. It would be like how a mountain must feel, just before the volcano would erupt. The steam, the pressure inside, it all fit, until that precious moment when he would hear his voice screaming, here his heart thundering, as his whole body shook and shuddered.

How his legs would ache, tighten to where they would hurt, yet the rushing of his blood would dull the pain, push it aside, as the orgasm built inside. He could still feel it, still feel the rush of excitement inside, as his body was finally allowed to surrender to its needs. The way his arms would shake, his head roll on his shoulders, all of it merely adding to the excitement, to the moment when finally his body just couldn’t hold back.

The way the twins would know, how the lips over his cock would tighten, or how the tongue in his ass would dig deeper at just the right moment, so they too could experience every part of his orgasm. It was totally unreal, as they would always know, could sense that exact moment.

It wasn’t just how good they could do him, it was also how good they made him do them. It was like a circus act, the way they could move around, to where he would be sucking on one of their long throbbing uncut cocks, to when suddenly he was sucking the other’s cock. How they would make his cheeks clench, as they would rub their cocks across his shaking buttocks.

Those two were never a quick fuck, but were hours upon hours of pure sex. Maybe William was like that? He sort of tried to compare him to the twins, but he just couldn’t. Somehow he didn’t think William was the kind to be uninhibited as the twins were. And for the record, they both wore those tight boxers, that looked like spandex. Man it sure showed off their packages, which always seemed to be straining at the fabric.

As he struggled to regain his composure, to not let the raging hard on grow or worse, take him to that place in his head again, he smiled. He tried to focus on William, realizing that his first meeting with the twins, was also because of a dare. Maybe he’d be as lucky this time around? Now that would be worth the hours he had spent listening to all that Glory Talk.

It had been a fair walk and he had enjoyed every minute of it, thinking of the twins, of William, as they rounded the corner, to see a closed up coffee shop. He felt a bit deflated, but was surprised when William pulled out some keys, and continued towards the front door. Daniel watched as he opened the door, and reached around to enter some code in the alarm system, then stood aside to let him enter.

‘Nice place, your family own it or something?’

‘No, just where I work in the summer. The owner is down in Florida for the winter.’

Daniel watched as William filled up a coffee pot, then began to make the coffee. It was strange, to watch how easily he moved around behind the counter, from the sink to the coffee machine and back. His eyes couldn’t help but notice his hips move, how they seemed to just glide from side to side, as he turned to do this and that, while making the coffee. It was so effortless, rather erotic too. Least his body seemed to think so, still aroused from his recollection of the twins.

He noticed the way William was looking at him, and it made him suddenly think of the Twins. His cock was still rather excited, as he stared up at William, who placed a steaming cup of coffee down in front of him. He pulled up a stool from behind the cash register, and sat down, looking at his own cup of coffee. Daniel watched as he just stared at the brown liquid, then glance up to find him looking at him. He seemed to be nervous, as if about to make a giant announcement or something.

He waited, as William looked back down at the coffee, swirled in some sugar, then without even looking up he made Daniel almost fall of the stool he was sitting on.

‘What’s a gay guy doing coming to a Revival Meeting?’

Joe the Painter

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part of him wished he could have gone with his folks up to the cabin for the week, but then he had met Harley & Joe, the two painters his folks had hired to redo the living room and dining area. His disappointment at being asked to stay, to supervise, dissipated the instant he had laid eyes on Joe.

Coming home for spring break and going to the family cabin had been on his mind for months, and it had been dashed by his mother’s penchant for decorating. How his father had put up with it for all those years still puzzled him, but then his father was a puzzle to him. Even now, at the ripe old age of 22, he didn’t understand him.

It wasn’t like he was dense, he did pretty good in business, was what one would call successful, if the house and all was any indication. Yet he never seemed to stand up to her, but then not many ever did. Those foolish enough to try quickly learned how formidable she could be.

Yet as they had left that morning, the way his father had looked at him, had asked if he was sure he didn’t mind staying, made him wonder just what did his father know? He had that knack, of seeing beyond, getting into a person’s head, but there was no way he could know, not about that. The one thing Vince had learned a long time ago, was how to deflect certain questions, how to cover what he truly felt.

For him it was about survival. All those private schools, the forced endurance at camps for the elite of their society, had taught him a lot. He knew how to hide, how to present one thing, while seeking the exact opposite. College had only heightened that sense of self protection, so no way, not a chance that even his father could know, still. The way he had looked, it was uncanny, but somehow Vince felt like he did know.

He shrugged it off, as he opened the door to the boys. Harley was the senior of the two, and was all business. If there was one word needed to describe Harley, it would be Focussed. He was almost 20, had a solid build to him, though the shaggy brown hair didn’t seem to match his demeanor.

It was his focus that had impressed his mother, which wasn’t easy to do. She had given Harley the job, while at the same time pointing out to Vince that he should be a bit more focussed, like Harley appeared to be. Just like her, and it wasn’t said in private either. He rather did resent her lectures at times, but then he met Joe, Harley’s assistant.

Joe didn’t impress his mother, but he sure impressed Vince. He was just 18, had the same shaggy brown hair, though a bit lighter due to his time in the sun. His skin was more bronzed than Harley’s, and it was a surprise when he found out Joe was actually Harley’s younger brother. In some ways they looked alike, but not in attitude.

While Harley used his words sparingly, Joe was like a non stop faucet of jabber. Not only was he more personable, but damn he had a nice body. One toned by his constant surfing, and being out in the sun. Just one of the few tidbits that had come gushing out from a mouth that just seemed to beg to be kissed. Least that was how Vince saw it.

The disappointment of not going to the cabin for the week was eased by the knowledge that he’d be seeing Joe. To be able to just take him in, to watch him move around would be worth staying in town for. Then too, he did have the wild idea of maybe doing a bit more than just watching.

Maybe it was a gaydar thing, or something, but he felt a connection with Joe, sort of as if they were on the same wave length. The way Joe would stare at him, when talking about surfing, about the time he lost his shorts. How his eyes had strayed down towards Vince’s crotch, just couldn’t be coincidence. It had to have been deliberate, just as his own eyes had checked the 18 year old out, while he talked about it. Specially the part where his fellow surfers razzed him, which seemed to get a bit of rise in the jeans he wore.

While it could be an over active imagination, there was something about how Joe looked at him, talked to him. The way he seemed to never talk about the girls on the beach, only how the ‘dudes’ liked his style or such. Vince could agree to that, as Joe was hot. He had nice sun bleached shaggy hair, locks that seemed to curl naturally, giving him a bit of a girlish look.

Though staring at him, there was nothing girlish about his build. For an eighteen year old, he was built. Nice long legs, that were solid looking, least the way they filled out the jeans indicated as much. His shirt, always a tight fitting t-shirt seemed to highlight his flat stomach and rather well developed chest. Not bad for an eighteen year old, or hell, a twenty two year old. The guy was solid, the arms full, but it was his face that made Vince drool.

The soft golden skin, nary a pimple or even a sign of stubble, as so many wore these days. Smooth as a baby’s bottom some would say, but he didn’t care what they’d say, if he could just run his hand down the side, feel his lips touch that perfect mouth. He would die a happy man, if Joe was his last fling on earth. And that was from just seeing him twice, and now he would be more or less alone with him for a week.

His problem was how to get him alone, to get him away from Harley. Then too, to shag him with another guy around, well that too was getting him a bit excited. The thrill of doing someone like Joe, of being caught, was a rush. It made for an interesting problem, and here they were, ready to begin work and he without a plan of attack, yet.

As he tried to think of some scheme, to be alone with Joe, he began to pick up on the strange vibes between both of them. It was while they were putting the fancy furniture into the centre of the room, to drape with protective plastic, that he first picked up that not all was well among the brothers. The way Harley seemed more terse than normal, even a bit angry, while Joe seemed to be a bit more stand offish. Sort of as if they had a fight, and were still fighting, without really saying much.

It was more obvious when they had all the stuff stacked, and covered, and Joe asked him if there was someplace for him to change. Harley glared, and sort of seemed ready to explode, but Joe just ignored him. It also was an opening that Vince seized, suggesting he could use his old room.

Leaving to head upstairs, Harley was shaking his head, and glaring, but seemed like he had accepted defeat. Least that was how Vince was seeing it, and somehow it looked like Joe to was taking it that way. To say it was odd, was an understatement as they made their way up to Vince’s room, where he let him in, just allowing to door to more or less close behind him. He really was enthralled by how good Joe looked in those jeans.

Standing in the room, he was about to leave, when Joe turned around, yapping as usual, but now his eyes focused on Vince, as he also reached behind, to shut the door firmly, to hear it latch. Rather a surprising move, that got Vince’s pulse racing a little.

Before he could even think of speaking, he noticed Joe was already stripping his shirt off. It was as if the guy had wanted him to stay, to watch, which only made the pulse race a bit more. He was a bit taken aback, as he noticed Joe undo his pants, and unzip them. It was then that he began to hear the words, the mile a minute talking that was now talking about him, about how Joe was attracted to him, how he hoped he didn’t mind him being so forward, but he didn’t believe in wasting time beating around the bush.

It was all so fast, so hurried that he wasn’t sure he was hearing him right, and only managed a few stuttering half words, that got him a huge warm smile. It was amazing, but it was like the sun had just burst into the room, and he found himself laughing, feeling totally relaxed, though lost as to what was really going on.

The sound of metal thudding on the floor made him wake up, or at least come out of his trance. There he was, in his room, and there was Joe, standing nearly nude in front of him, his eyes bearing into his, and he felt like he was totally out of his league. The golden skin seemed to just glow as he stared at it, then as his eyes moved down, he saw the white jockey shorts, tented and looking very full.

The hair on his thighs was nearly white, bleached by the sun, but it was the huge tent shape that held his eyes, that made him blink several times. It wasn’t a dream, what he had heard had been correct, the guy wasn’t joking when he said he didn’t beat around the bush. He was stripping, expecting some action, which was beyond Vince’s own fantasies. Looking up at Joe, he saw the smile, the glint in the eyes, and without even realizing it, he was undoing his own pants, pushing them down his legs, as if his hands were acting out of impulse.

As he bent over to pull his pants off his feet, Joe asked if he had any Condoms . He looked up, to see he had already taken the shorts off. Staring at him was a huge cock, fully erect. Joe had one hand stroking it, slowly. It was like a huge spear, the way he kept stroking it, aiming it at Vince. Gulping, he managed to croak that he had some by the bed.

Joe only smiled as he turned and walked over. He found the Condoms , and just grinned as he turned towards Vince, talking still, telling him how he liked men who didn’t ask a lot of questions. He kept stroking his cock, that Vince couldn’t stop staring at, while he finished undressing. Standing upright, he felt a bit awkward, realizing is cock was not even close to the size of the weapon being aimed at him.

The low whistle made him feel rather proud, though he knew it wasn’t as big as Joe’s seemed to be. It also began to dawn on him, he was about to bottom for a guy he barely knew, and that wasn’t like him. He rarely bottomed for anyone, and only when he really knew them. Yet looking at Joe, the way he held the condom in one hand, his cock in the other, he knew he was about to be ridden like he had never experienced before.

All he could do was grin, as he walked towards the bed, and climb on, looking over his shoulder as Joe merely smiled. Vince saw Joe’s white teeth, the way his nostrils were flaring as he kept checking Vince out, specially his ass. He had to admit to himself, it was one of his better body features, as he turned to lay on the bed, and spread his legs apart. He put his head to one side, grabbing his pillow, and stuffing it under his chest, as he felt the bed creak, sag a little as Joe climbed up behind him.

The first touch of his hands on his back made his whole body tingle. His eyes flickered as he tried to stare back, as the hand moved along his back, then down his cheek, and down his leg. Damn, it felt so soft, so light, that it was giving him the shivers. The way the fingers were just barely touching his skin, brushing lightly over his leg hairs, making them tingle, along with every nerve in his body.

Vince felt like he was in some dream world. Every touch by Joe was so soft, so sensual, he couldn’t believe it, nor the way his body was feeling from it. The lightest touch, and his legs would tremble, the slightest pressure and he found his legs spreading open wider. The pain in his ass was unreal, as he felt the anticipation building up inside.

He wasn’t a fun of being poked, yet as Joe seemed to prepare him, he was almost ready to start begging for it. The way his two cheeks were twitching, the sort of strange ache between them, making him sweat a little. It was abnormal for him to feel this way, as the fingers just moved up and down his legs, then down and around between. The way the tip of the finger slid across his cheeks, just a bit below the surface of them, not really along the actual valley.

Vince felt his body shaking, felt the rising anticipation, as the finger moved down, then lightly across the base or root of his cock, then along the scrotum, to tease his balls. He felt them shiver, felt the tremor coming as the fingers moved lightly over his testicles, then back up, more inside, more forceful.

The finger pressed up, spreading his cheeks, making them tremble, as it slid upwards, towards his puckered hole. The tip of the finger found it, then slowly circled around it, teasing it, making it quiver, then it went away, further up. He relaxed just for a second, but that was enough, as suddenly the finger was back down, at his hole, and this time it pressed inwards, it spread the hole open, and in a corkscrew motion, was suddenly inside, digging past his surprised muscles.

He cried out, stunned by how quick the penetration was. His body shook, as it also sunk down further into the bed. Groaning, he could feel the finger deep inside of him, pushing his insides wider, and wiggling around, as it slid along the velvet like lining of his hole. It stopped, then began to slide out, as his buttocks quivered, and just when it felt like it would come all the way out, it was suddenly joined by a second finger. It spread his hole even wider, gave him a quick jolt of pain, that was quickly replaced by racing tremors of pleasure.

Both fingers moved in fast, hard and fast, then back out, then in. It was like a mini jack hammer, as he felt them dig in, then pull out, then come back inside, twisting a little, then stop. He felt Joe’s knuckles up near his hole, felt the whole hand spreading his cheeks as well as hearing the man’s grunts, as he twisted his hand around.

Vince could feel himself breathing hard, his chest was starting to hurt, as Joe dug his fingers in hard, then pulled them out, before driving them in again, and again. It made him squirm a bit, then it was over. The pressure was gone, as he drank in the air, filling his nearly empty lungs. Sweat was dripping off his forehead, onto the bed, as he relaxed, but only for a moment. He heard the rip of plastic, and he knew what was coming.

In his mind, he could still see that massive cock, the way it wasn’t dwarfed by the hand that was stroking it, aiming it at him. He could see the rippling veins that surrounded that thick piece of meat, and he bit his lower lip, wondering if he could even take half it, let alone all of it. His legs twitched, as he felt the sudden press of something hot and thick between his cheeks. He heard the spit, then the wet finger push into his hole, then the hard pole was being slid down, wedged tightly between his cheeks.

Gritting his teeth, he waited an eternity, or so it felt, as the massive cock was slowly pushed down between his cheeks. He could feel his legs tighten, feel the muscles grow taut as the hot cock was slid down over his tiny little pink hole. The muscles around were tight, tingling from what was about to happen. He felt it press, felt the enormous pressure of the cock head all across his little hole. He wanted to cry out, to stop it, to not take it, but instead he bit his lower lip. His legs grew even more taut, his muscles even tighter, as Joe began to slowly press down.

Gradually he felt the young man’s weight pressing on him, felt the huge cock splitting his hole open, forcing the muscles back, shredding them even, as the thick head began to enter him. Tears welled up in his eyes, sweat was now pouring from every pore in his body. Every single muscle inside of him was wound up tighter than possible. The pain wasn’t a quick jolt, Joe was making him earn the moment. Torturing him really, as he slowly fed his cock into him, slowly making the muscles release, slowly making him feel the penetrating pain.

It was like a rolling peal of thunder. His body shook, as the cock pressed into him, opening him wider than it had ever been opened. His legs automatically tried to spread further apart, and Vince felt like a wishbone, about to be snapped.

The pain was constant, hard and menacing, yet as it continued to fill his mind, it also felt bearable. It was hard, but it was something his body was willing to accept, to even get accustomed to. His hands were balled up into fists, and he kept clenching them, then releasing them, then clenching them, as Joe continued to slowly feed Vince his cock. It hurt, ached, and then suddenly the worst seemed over, as the cock head was past his muscle, now inside.

In a slow but constant motion, the whole cock was slid deep into his body. He cried out now, feeling the release of his emotions. His chest ached, his heart was pounding as his legs quivered, as the whole cock was gradually driven into him. His cheeks were shaking, sweating too, and the drops of sweat were filling and running around the thick pole stuck inside of him. Vince was moaning, as Joe began to slowly pull out, then push back in. It was slow and careful, and methodical.

His body began to tremble, as he felt the slow rhythm like motion, and soon began to move in sync with it. As Joe would push down, his body would push up, as Joe pulled out, his body would fall down. He felt the drops of sweat on his back, from Joe, and he could even feel the odd brush of his hair as he began to move his body in and out faster. His breathing was hard too, blowing across his back, cooling the rivers of sweat that were running along his spine.

Joe was huffing, moaning almost as much as Vince was. It was amazing, but he had taken it, had that huge pole in his ass, and damn it felt good too. The pleasure was intense, the way the waves rolled up and down inside of him, making him moan his enjoyment. It was all amazing, as the motion grew harder, faster even. Joe was starting to pump hard now, the odd little twist, making the cock inside jerk, making it strike against his insides.

Everything seemed dark too, his eyes were as tightly clenched close as his mouth was. He could taste the blood from his lip, where his teeth had bitten into the soft flesh, but he didn’t care, as he felt the bed rock to the steady even motion, that only grew more intense. His body was in perfect harmony with Joe, and each downward thrust from Joe, was met by the loud smack of flesh striking flesh, as his own body shot upwards, to meet.

He could feel the cock inside of him, feel the huge pole throb, as it dove into him, pull out, then dove back in. Soon it was short quick thrusts, quicker and shorter, as the breathing became labored, more shallow. He felt the body on top of him tremble, felt his own body shake, then suddenly there was a huge cry, and the thundering pile driving sensation was gone. He felt strangely empty, but even as he tried to fathom what had happened, his body shook, as the first hard splatter of warm liquid careened across his backside.

It wasn’t until the second splattering stream had nearly finished, that he realized Joe was shooting his load across his back. His cheeks clenched tight, his legs shot out, as the muscles in his back seemed to just ripple, shiver, as more of the sticky milk was shot across his backside. He cried out, trying to turn over, and managed to just in time to see the last shot of cum fly from the thickened cock head. He saw it leave, the small grey blobs as they exploded outwards, down onto his own stomach. Vince felt them strike, felt their heat, as the liquid splattered and spread across his belly.

Then it was all over, and Joe was staring down at him, a look of exhaustion across his face, as he leaned back on his haunches, his cock starting to soften. His eyes however, seemed to be full of life still, as they stared down at Vince, as they looked at the drying cum on his belly.

Vince watched as Joe slowly stood up, and reached over to grab the folded pair of coveralls he had brought up with him. He managed to climb into them, while still staring over at Vince. The smile on his face told him he was pleased, and as he slipped into his runners, he looked over at his fallen street clothes. He then looked up at Vince.

‘Okay if I leave them here? I’ll pick them up after we call it a day, and uh, maybe I can snag a ride home with you later, I think Harley will be leaving early, if that’s okay?’

Vince just smiled, feeling the emptiness inside of his ass, wondering what it would feel like to have Joe back inside, and for a bit longer.

 

Inside the Campaign

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Ron watched as Paul undressed. He saw his firm buttocks held tightly in the pair of white jockey shorts. The lean back showed its ridges as Paul bent over to take off his socks. He had slipped his pants down, glancing over at Ron, smiling that smile that had started it all.

Yet it made no sense. Here he was, a young gay man, only 21 and taking advanced Political Studies at the local University. Not only was it a prestigious school, but it was where a lot of the big shot politicians showed up, even when it wasn’t an election year.

It was how Ron had met Paul. He had shown up with a Senatorial candidate, a Republican no less. He had brown hair, cut in a crew cut style that didn’t seem odd on him. He was tall, lean and yet he looked like he was powerful, even in his suit. And all the times he had met Paul, he was always neatly turned out in a well cut suit. Shirt and tie seemed to fit.

Ron on the other hand rarely wore a suit, though the school uniform was a standard dark jacket, white shirt, and blue tie, the instant classes were over, Ron was in a pair of faded jeans. Yet since meeting Paul, he had dressed up, and he didn’t know why.

Then too, he didn’t know why he had even applied to this school, given its Anti Gay stance. It was a Republican Bastion, but for some odd reason, he had this naïve notion that he could change things, by working from the inside. It was why he had attended the Campaign Rally, and fallen for Paul.

More shocking than him being at the school, or at the rally, was that it was Paul who had hit on him, who had pursued him. Now he was in Paul’s hotel room, watching the 22 year old campaign worker undressing, for a romp.

Paul was the man’s Youth Chairmen, and he had it all. He came from a well off family, and it showed too. He knew how to make people feel like he was their friend, the moment he looked at you. He had those kind of eyes that seemed to always connect, to read your innermost thoughts.

His face was lean, but not haggard looking. His nose was thin and straight, a perfect accent to his mouth. Paul had nice thin lips, pale but inviting. Yet when he smiled at you, the gleaming white teeth seemed like tiny pearls, and it sort of dazzled you. Maybe that was it, he had been blinded by the looks, the passion you could hear in his voice when he spoke of ‘the man’ and his dream.

It was odd, but here he was, his own clothes already off and on the floor. Paul on the other hand was very methodical. His pants hung over the back of the chair, his shirt draped over the back as well, but spread open, so it wouldn’t wrinkle. Even his socks were spread over the top, unrolled.

Ron watched Paul with a sort of awe. First he had been actually introduced to ‘the man’ and had shaken his hands. He couldn’t explain it, but it had felt dirty, and he had kept wiping his hand on his pants afterwards, and each time, Paul noticed. When he would look up, after wiping his hands on his pant leg, there would be Paul, watching him, a small grin on his face. It was unnerving, and it was just a short time later, that it had all happened.

The approach was slick, he had to give Paul that. It was also unique and before he realized what was happening, he was in the elevator heading up to this room, to be with Paul. His own body was a bit excited, and getting off the elevator he could feel his stiff cock, feel the blood rushing inside in anticipation. And now here he was, watching those white briefs slowly being pushed down.

It was inspiring. The white cloth was being slowly pulled down, deliberately building up the tension. Paul knew how to put on a show. He could feel his cock jerking as it grew more excited, as he watched.

The buttocks came into view, the clear skin a pale white in a V shape close to the crack, a more golden glow further out. It was as if he did a lot of sunbathing, in a bikini type outfit, judging by the tan lines he could see. Then too, the tan line itself wasn’t a brilliant change, and as he thought about it, he was certain that Paul did some nude sunbathing. Totally at odds with his demeanour.

As Paul moved his underwear down, he kept his back towards Ron. When they finally were down to his ankles, he stepped out of the leg holes, one leg at a time, but ever so slowly. It was as if he was doing a strip show at the local bar.

With his underwear off, Paul didn’t immediately stand up. Instead he spread his legs apart, into a wide stance. Then he ran his hands up the back of his legs, towards his butt cheeks. Ron let his eyes follow, not that he seemed to have a choice. It was as if he was being put into a trance, as he saw the hands move to either side of Paul’s buttocks.

They moved across the flesh, the fingers spread outwards, and then they slowly worked their way between the cheeks. He felt himself quiver, his mouth feeling very dry, as he watched Paul slowly pull apart his buttocks. Ron’s eyes opened wider, as he gazed at the opened cheeks, at the tiny pink hole that now seemed to fill his vision. He saw the bunched skin that seemed to sink into the hole, the way it almost shimmered, or quivered.

Paul let his hand go, and slowly he raised himself fully upright. Turning around he had a wide grin on his face, as he let Ron stare at him. The frontal view of him, was as amazing as the rear view had been. He had some small tufts of hair down the centre of his chest. His nipples were a deep wine color, fully erect.

Ron watched as Paul licked his fingers, then slowly began to twist and tweak one of his nipples, all the time his eyes were staring at Ron. He saw his fingers grip the nipple, twist it, then run the tip of it over the firm skin. He saw it shake, saw it bend then flip back.

His eyes were captivated by Paul’s motion. They couldn’t avoid watching, as Paul slowly rubbed his chest, then moved down the centre, towards his stomach. The fingers moved around the belly button, circling it then moving further down. Ron didn’t know what to do, other than stand and watch, his own body held captive.

He followed the hand as it moved down, to brush over the dark bush of pubic hairs, and then his eyes saw it. Ron had seen some nice dicks before, but this one made him want to drop down and bow to it. He couldn’t believe how thick it looked at the base, at how the skin seemed mottled by large deep blue-purple lines all over.

Licking his lips, he let his gaze move along the long pole that seemed to quiver in the air, until he came to its end. He saw the skin folded over, a fiery red head with a white centre peering out at him. The one eyed monster was still hiding, not fully erect and it made his own butt cheeks clench and tremble a bit.

It was the longest cock he had seen, and it looked so powerful, just like the man it jutted out from. With baited breath, he watched the hand move along it, the thumb along the top, the forefinger below, as it moved up and pulled back, exposing the whole head to his eyes.

Ron felt his heart skip a beat, his pulse race just a bit faster, as he stared at the amazing cock head. He stood there, holding his breath as Paul began to step towards him, his two fingers holding the skin back, holding the throbbing pole steady.

Paul stood before him, and he glanced up briefly from the throbbing uncut cock, to look into Paul’s eyes. He saw them flicker, saw them looking at him, and he felt himself dropping to his knees. His eyes moved back towards the hard cock, that now stood in front of his face. He was already sweating, his tongue licking at his lips uncontrollably. All he could think of was how tasty it looked, how he hoped he could take it all inside of his throat.

His hands trembled as he reached out, to place them on either side of Paul’s hips. The touch was like suddenly grabbing hold of a burning piece of steel. He flinched, as he felt the hips tremble, realizing that Paul was as excited as he was. One more look up, seeing the face staring down, was enough.

He breathed in deeply, smelling that aroma of a man aroused. It wafted around him, filling his nostrils with its powerful scent. His lungs drank it all in, his chest starting to pound, as the smell made him tingle inside. Ron opened his mouth, and stared at the winking cock.

Moving one hand down, he let his fingers brush over the pubic hairs, feeling them sway to his touch, feeling the muscles below rolling, as he let his fingers slowly wrap around the thick base of the monster cock. His eyes didn’t move one fraction of an inch, as he took hold of Paul’s cock, then holding it steady, he let his head move forward until he could feel it’s warmth. He pursed his lips, then moved that little fraction closer, the lips brushing the tip of the cock head.

His eyes closed shut tightly, his body shuddered, as he kissed the cock, tasting the warm precum on his mouth. He couldn’t hold back, as his tongue snaked out and flicked at the liquid, taking it back into his mouth. He tasted its saltiness, but ignored it as Paul’s scent filled his nostrils, making them flare, making him ache all over.

The lips parted again, to slowly move over the cock head, his one hand now up and pulling back on the foreskin. He felt the throbbing pole, felt it jerk as his lips surrounded the head, gradually enveloping it with his own body warmth. His legs were taut, the muscles coiled up, as his head moved slowly forward, letting the hard cock gradually fill his mouth.

Paul shuddered, then his two hands were on Ron’s shoulders, digging into his flesh, holding him and also gripping him hard. He felt the pain, ignored it, as he continued to slowly let his mouth take the huge cock. His throat protested, making him gag a bit, but he forced it to relax, willing it to not let him down as he took more of Paul’s cock.

His hands moved to hold onto Paul’s hips. The fingers spreading out towards the backside, to grip him tightly, just as Paul’s hand were holding his shoulders. He felt his fingers dig into the flesh, felt them touch bone, as he moved in further, taking more of the throbbing cock inside. His fingers could feel the muscles tighten in Paul’s body. They felt his hips trying to push forward, but held them back. He felt the rolling tremors inside of Paul, felt them through the tips of his fingers, and from the muscles in his throat, as the cock seemed to vibrate. He felt it swell, felt it grow thicker, more aroused, as his nose started to press up against the inner thigh and groin.

It was becoming impossible to hold back, to refuse to give in to the power of the man. He felt his shoulders being pulled forward, felt the man’s hips struggle to release themselves from his own hands. There was a soft whispering moan from above, that tipped the balance, as he let the hips go, feeling them rush forward.

The hands on his shoulder pulled hard, the hips shooting forward at the same time, and the cock in his mouth was suddenly diving deep down into his gullet. He felt it choking him, felt it stopping any air from getting in, and he coughed, gagged, but he didn’t try to pull back until he felt the hips moving back a little.

He pulled back, one free hand now cupping the two dangling balls, playing with them, pulling them down, as he felt the cock sliding out from his mouth, but then he felt the hands tighten on his shoulder. He sucked in as much air as he could, as he felt the cock shudder, stop, then come rushing forward again.

With even more force, the hard cock was roaring into his mouth, banging against the roof of his mouth, his cheeks, then down his throat. He felt his tongue flattened by its force, felt the hot skin as it slid down his throat, once more choking him, but only for an instant. Then again it was being pulled back.

A hand moved off his shoulder, to grab hold of his hair. He felt the fingers wrap several strands of his hair, then the hand rested flat on the back of his head. The hips shook again as they stopped, then once more began the rush forward. The hand holding his head began to push forward, to meet the onrushing hips. His mouth was open wide, his jaw aching now, as it took the cock once more full force. It went deep down into his throat, and now the hand began to pull at his hair, the hips move out, but then back came the hips, the hand pushing.

Ron barely had time to take a breath, as only a third of the monster cock had been pulled out, before being rammed back inside. His head jerked backwards, the hand trying to hold it steady, as the hips ploughed into him. His lips pressed up against the pubic hairs, his nose flattened by the inner thigh.

His own hands had dropped to hold onto Paul’s upper calves. To hold him from being pushed over onto his back by the hard thrusts of Paul’s hips. His body ached, as his head kept snapping back with each thrust forward. Each deep drive of that cock into his mouth made him stagger, even while on his knees. He felt the rug beneath him heating up, knowing his knees were already red hot from the friction of the rug rubbing back and forth.

Sweat was dripping off his forehead as Paul fucked his face hard and fast. It was like a piston driving into his mouth, as the motion only seemed to grow faster with each thrust, and his head was being jerked backwards, each time. His neck ached, his legs ached, every part of his body was throbbing, as Paul continued to drive into his mouth with every ounce of his weight.

Ron began to hear the moans growing louder, to feel the body under his hands shake more, as the thrusts grew more furious and more intense. Sweat covered his whole body, as it too began to shake while being rocked backwards.

Paul suddenly placed both hands behind Ron’s head. Both hands were entwined together behind his head, and began to pull hard with each inward thrust. In time with each thrust, his head was forced into the oncoming body. His lips were crushed, barely holding onto the hot cock as it slid past into his mouth, down his throat.

He felt the cock shake inside his mouth, felt it quiver, then he heard the loud cry from above. His whole body suddenly grew tense, as he felt the tremor beginning. Then he could feel it grow, feel it rise up to a raging pulsing jolt as it moved along the whole cock shaft towards the cock head wedged down his throat. He felt the head rear back, heard the mournful cry, then felt the cock suddenly swell inside his mouth, felt the hands yank on his head, burying it deeper into the crotch.

The stream of cum choked him, as it filled his throat and mouth in a millisecond. His body convulsed and struggled to break free, as the stream of hot milk flowed out from the corners of his mouth. His mind grew blank, as he tasted the salty sweet mixture, then felt his throat swallow. Again and again it swallowed, trying to take it all, feeling large amounts escape from the corners of his mouth.

His lungs were threatening to explode, as he gasped for air. His arms were numb, and there was no feeling left in his legs, as the body in front of him shuddered several times, then began to pull back. The loud cry still echoed in the room, but was distant, and weak.

His chest heaved, as the cock broke free, as cum still dribbled down his chin, and he leaned back on his haunches. The pain making him groan a little, as he wiped his mouth with the back of his arm. The tingling from numbness wearing off made his whole body shake, as he opened his eyes to stare at Paul. He watched him sway a bit, stagger even, until he reached the bed, where he promptly fell down on. His legs were spread wide, as his upper body fell backwards. The cock was still standing upright, not as thick or hard as it was moments earlier, but still powerful looking.

Ron leaned backwards onto his hands, letting his legs come forward and stretch out, from their cramped position. He felt himself sucking in the air, as his chest still was heaving a bit, his heart still racing a little as he continued to taste the cum in his mouth.

The sound of the phone startled them both. He saw Paul sit up, glancing down at Ron. He had a warm smile on his face as he reached over for the phone, and began to speak softly. There were a lot of ‘yes sirs’ before he hung up, the smile gone from his face. Turning to Ron, he looked suddenly very sad, and even his eyes seemed to be filled with sorrow.

Standing up, he stared over at Ron. His eyes were a bit misty, but his cock was considerably smaller now, as he moved over to where his clothes were. As he pulled his jockey shorts off the chair, Paul turned to Ron.

‘Don’t answer the phone, the door, anything, just wait for me, okay?’

Ron’s face broke into a huge grin as he nodded, standing up to sit on the bed, one hand holding his cock, casually stroking it. Paul’s pleading tone had made his heart quicken its beat, exciting him.

‘I’ll be here.’