A Bottom’s Nightmare

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

Kelly sat at the table, near the back of the bar, sipping another free drink from an admirer. He was accustomed to the free drinks, though they were coming less often, as the word about him got around the bar. It wasn’t that he was unattractive, most men found him pleasing, nor was it that he was a snob, he enjoyed talking, socializing. It was his dick.

He wasn’t tall, rather more on the short side being just about 5’ 7” in stature, and he wasn’t fat either. He was a trim 130 lbs that gave him a tiny beer belly. The rest of him was well toned, plus he worked out a bit. He would walk to places, rather than drive or take a bus. Kelly enjoyed going for hikes, for being outdoors, and it showed in his face too. His hair was bleached by constant exposure to the sun, his face was kissed by the sun, giving him an all year round golden glow.

As the liquid went down, he realized that he was really a catch, even if he did sell his body for money, but the truth was, business wasn’t all that good these days. He wasn’t old, wasn’t a sleaze as some might assume. Kelly had his standards, yet people rarely were repeat customers. Those that did seek him a second or even third time, were okay, they helped pay the rent, but it wasn’t exciting, it wasn’t fun. It was business, just boring business.

He had yet to find someone who wanted him, who would not just want to be pleased by him, but who would want to please him back. It wasn’t like he was hard to please, he was a top, and simply wanted someone who would enjoy his body to the point that they would spread their legs for him.

Back as a kid in school, when he thought he was straight, he would chase the girls, like any normal teenager. It never got past a kiss and a few gropes, before they would back off. It wasn’t much better when he realized he was gay either. Guys would enjoy his body, until it came to pleasing him, to satisfying his need to be a on top, to penetrate them. They all backed off, and in some ways, some form of twisted logic he couldn’t blame them.

Now, sitting here, at the ripe old age of 22, he realized he was still a virgin when it came to anal sex. Oh, not in the strictest of senses, as he had found a few who had taken him, well some of him. He had yet to find that one person who wanted him enough, to let him put it all in. His problem was he was too well hung. His cock was what some called a ‘monster dong’ because it was so out of proportion to his stature.

While he may have been 5ft 7”, his cock was not average. It was a weapon, that when he was fully aroused, stuck out at an whopping 14 inches. It was not thin either, and when he had measured it, he understood why so many had paled at it’s sight. It was a good 3 inches or so thick, and that was at the head. It was bit thicker once you worked down to the base. His balls weren’t huge, but then nothing about him was, except his dick.

There was one other problem, that made his life a living hell. He scared the crap out of people not just with the huge cock, but with his blackouts. According to the Doctors, due to his disproportions of size, when he had an orgasm, his cock took so much of his blood, he actually passed out at the moment of ejaculation.

It never lasted long, maybe 5 or so seconds at worse, but it really scared those who were there. The whole idea of his orgasm making him faint, was comical and disheartening at the same time. He knew he couldn’t be standing and jerk off, because he would wake up on the floor. He always had to lie down, or sit down, to stroke his cock and cum.

Even when someone would just suck him off, the moment he began to experience the rush of feelings, the instant his cock was ready to shoot, he would black out. There was nothing anyone could do, and from what he had been told, he could cum very well. So well that one or two hadn’t noticed he had passed out, until they had pulled away from his flood of cum. It was then that they would notice he was passed out, even though his cock would still be dripping, still pouring out its milk.

It got to the point that people simply stayed away. Now most of his clients were those who wanted their cocks sucked off, or played with. Some would want to fuck him, but he wasn’t a bottom. He never got off on a dick in his ass, which narrowed down the number of clients. There were some who would want to suck his cock, before he jerked them off, or blew them, but they no longer wanted him to cum. It was too freaky many had said, even the damn Doctor from out of town, had been freaked out.

Oh he was quick to say it wasn’t anything for him to worry about, just that he knew he could never handle such a cock inside, and that having it in his mouth, while he passed out, was a bit too much for him. He said it wasn’t anything personnel, like what else could it be? Kelly frowned as he thought about that, about how unfair it was.

He wanted to feel more of what he had only a taste of. He wanted to just feel his balls slapping up against someone’s ass cheeks, like he had seen in many videos. To wake up, his cock firmly impaled in a totally satisfied person’s ass. So far, he just hadn’t had any luck.

He had written to a couple of porn studios too, including a picture of his weapon. So far everyone had written back, complimenting him on his cock, but telling him they just didn’t have any good bottoms who could handle such a cock. Kelly didn’t quite buy that, knowing it was the passing out that made them shy away.

One studio had been interested, but they wanted him to do bareback porn. Oh they were very explicit that they had strict testing guidelines, but it was not something he wanted to try. He had enough trouble finding dates, clients, that he didn’t think doing bareback sex would help improve that situation.

Looking up from his drink, he noticed the group of men at the other end of the bar. They were all laughing, lifting drinks, and the object of their attention was clearly visible to Kelly. It was the new kid, the one who obviously was making a splash with the locals. He had already cost Kelly business, but he couldn’t complain too much.

He was one of those types, that were natural magnets to men. His appearance was always neat, and sexy. He wore the tight fitting pants, shirts, that showed off his body in ways that made even married couples drool. He had long flowing hair, soft facial features that could light up a room, if given the chance. He was always happy, always a grin on his face, plus he was hung, or so the gossip went. Mind you hung to them meant he was about 8 inches or a bit less, plus he would bottom, for the right price.

Still, it hurt to see his regulars flocking around him, buying him drinks, and totally ignoring him. At times he felt angry, but in all honesty, he rather liked the new kid, Jarrod. Looking back at the party table, he saw him stand up, and stare in his direction, then watched as he started towards him. For a brief second he thought he was coming to see him, but he knew he was simply heading to the John that was near his table.

As he sipped his drink, lost in his thoughts, Kelly was surprised when he saw the shadow across his table, and looked up to see Jarrod standing there. He had two drinks in his hands, and that smile, the one that made heads turn, as he spoke.

‘Buy you a drink?’

Kelly nodded and offered him a seat, which he took. He handed one of the drinks over and sipped at his, as he stared at Kelly. It was rather weird, to be checked out by someone like Jarrod. He was maybe 20 at best, and looked younger. His hair was neatly in place, and his eyes were sharp and focused. Something he hadn’t expected, given how so many drinks were heading to his table.

‘Your Kelly, right?’

‘Yeah, sorry, not in the best of moods tonight’

‘No sweat, so Brian was telling me about you.’

‘Oh? He is a big mouth Queen at times, hope he wasn’t too nasty.’

‘Brian? Nah, he’s a sweetheart, most of the time, but he did say something that, well I had to find out if it was true.’

‘Oh? Yeah he’s okay, and I can guess what it is too, and yes, it’s true.’

‘All of it?’

He looked at Jarrod, knowing exactly what he was talking about. You could see it in his eyes, and once more he knew that he was becoming more of a freak to the so called regulars. They were talking about him, warning others off.

‘Yeah.’

‘bummer, for you that is.’

‘Yeah, guess so. More business for you, so you don’t have to worry.’

The face clouded over a little at his words, and Jarrod stared at Kelly, a sort of hurt expression on his face. His lips looked so damn inviting. Kelly knew he was fantasizing again, wishing for one thing, knowing that it was just that, a fantasy.

‘I am not that shallow, business is, well it pays the rent, you know?’

‘Yeah, sorry, like I said, not in a good mood, not been a great week.’

‘Not many feeling adventurous?’

He stared at Jarrod now, seeing he was determined to not let it drop, to not ignore his freakish ability to have a monster cock, and pass out when it shot it’s load.

‘Do you blame them?’

‘Don’t know, never tried a dick that size, or faced that type of situation. Uh, you really pass out? I mean when you uh.. when you cum?’

‘Yep’

He downed the last of his drink, setting the glass down hard on the table. Kelly felt like he was losing his control, losing his touch too. He wasn’t the easy going person he used to be, or thought he used to be. Looking at Jarrod, he realized that he needed to find another line of work. Hustling wasn’t going to pay his rent for much longer, already it was nip and tuck.

‘Get you another?’

‘No thanks, I am fine.’

‘Drinking uh, effect, I mean… you know.’

‘Huh? No, only had a couple anyhow. Why?’

‘What do you charge, for the full service?’

‘Huh? Why? You got a customer for me?’

‘Yeah… me.’

Kelly stared at him. At first he thought it was simple to compare rates, now as he looked at him, he realized that Jarrod wasn’t joking. He was serious.

‘Why?’

‘Does it matter why?’

‘Strangely enough, yes, yes it does matter, so why? Trying to satisfy some wager or something?’

Jarrod put his drink down, and leaned forward. Kelly didn’t know what to expect as an answer, nor did he know quite how to answer him either. The idea of charging him, was a bit hard to contemplate, given how he actually wanted to be with him.

‘No, I don’t pull that kind of shit. Okay, I’ll be honest. Sure I want to see if I can handle something that big, I love a hard cock up my ass, it makes me hard just thinking of it, and I suppose part of me wonders about the fainting stuff too, but that isn’t all of it. It is the way those guys all talk about you, how even though they’d never let you near their asses, you please them. I want to experience how you do that, and before you say it, no, I don’t know if I can take it, but I want to try, and I am willing to pay for the experience.’

‘Flattering, but you obviously you know how to please, or you wouldn’t be in such demand, as you are. So what’s the real reason?’

He waited, wondering what Jarrod would say. As he waited, he thought about him, wondering if maybe he would be one of the few who might be able to take him, not just inside, but take his passing out? Deep inside, he wished he was right, but he doubted it. Looking over at Jarrod’s table, he could see many of his regulars, see them watching Jarrod. It had to be a bet, he was almost certain of that as he turned back to look at Jarrod.

‘I guess, it comes to being satisfied.’

‘I don’t, not sure I follow.’

‘I have to please others, do what makes them feel good, and I don’t know, I want to do something that pleases me for a change.’

‘And you think I can do that?’

‘Uh huh.’

‘How? By passing out on you?’

‘No, by fucking me. I love big cocks, always have, and you are supposed to have the biggest cock anywhere, so everyone says. I want a big cock, I want to feel my insides stretched so far apart, that I’ll walk bow legged for a week or so. I want to fill my itch, instead of filling other people’s need. That is what I want from you, course if you don’t think you can… ‘

‘You can’t take it, believe me, others have thought they could.’

‘I am not them.’

Kelly pushed away from the table and stood up. He looked down at Jarrod, saw his eyes checking the bulge out in his pants. There was no mistaking his desire, nor his fear too. He wasn’t hard, but even then his cock was hard to hide.

‘Let’s find out then, your place or mine?’

‘Mine, its around the corner’

Leaving together seemed to get the bar buzzing. Kelly could hear the buzz rising, as they headed to the door, and he could feel the eyes on his back as they headed out. Strange, but it was like they were all in on it, and for a moment he felt like maybe he was being set up, that somehow sweet innocent Jarrod was simply having a go at him.

Still, the idea of spreading his cheeks, of letting his dick touch the golden boy’s ass was rather exciting. It had been awhile since he had felt attracted to someone, and the possibility that Jarrod could take him, was pretty heady stuff. Rare thoughts for someone like him, as he realized they were at Jarrod’s, and he hadn’t even taken notice.

Jarrod flipped on a few lights, but the place wasn’t brilliantly lit. It was softer, more sedate which was surprising. There was some nice stuff too, and he noticed how one entire wall was painted in a mural type. He could see that Jarrod had to be the artist too. It gave him a different perspective, as he walked around, noticing that what furniture was there, was good stuff.

It was a loft type apartment, no rooms really and the bed was certainly the centerpiece of the far area of the room. It also was closest to the big bay windows, and he loved the way you could look out at the skyline. The stars and moon added their own light to the room, which made it all rather romantic.

‘You into lots of foreplay? You know, kissing and stuff?’

‘A bit, not much though, not if you want to see if you can take it.’

‘Fair enough, uh, one thing.’

‘What?’

‘Well two things actually, first off, you got good Condoms that uh, won’t break if you uh, if you cum?’

‘Yep, the other thing?’

‘If I tell you to stop, will you?’

‘Yes.’

He could see the relief in his eyes. Kelly realized just how nervous Jarrod really was. He also could see that he wanted to try, that it wasn’t just a put up job. It made him feel excited, and he could feel his cock stirring. It hadn’t done that on its own for a long time, which surprised him. He could feel his heart beginning to pound, already aroused by the prospect of maybe this time, being one of those special times.

Jarrod was looking around, showing his nervousness as he tried to think of things to say, or not. Kelly saw how his fingers were tapping the side of his leg, as he stared at the bed, then over towards the chesterfield. He wasn’t sure what to do, or so it seemed.

‘We don’t have to, if you think it’s too much’

‘No, no I want to, it is uh, is there, I mean, shit, this is awkward. Look, this passing out thing, uh is there…’

‘It doesn’t last long, if you take it all, and that is a big if, don’t sweat it. I uh, I usually try to pull out before I cum, I can usually feel it coming, and uh.. I uh… fuck, look, maybe we should just forget it, I mean… ‘

Jarrod stepped closer, and as he struggled for the words, he felt his hands on his, He had his head lowered, but raised it up, to stare at Jarrod. The eyes were soft, a warm glow to them, as he bent down and kissed him on the lips. He felt a shiver inside, as he opened his lips, letting Jarrod’s tongue flick inside, tickle his, and the pull out. He moved his face away, as he looked down, stepping back a little.

‘I’ll figure it out then’ he said, as he unbuttoned his shirt. It was off, exposing his golden skin, the purple blotches around the nipples made darker by the soft lighting of the room. He stood there, his eyes looking towards him, as he too removed his shirt. Then he watched as Jarrod reached down, to undo his pants, push his zipper down, and then bending over, push the jeans to his ankles.

Kelly watched as he kicked his runners off, then stepped out of the pants. His eyes followed his every movement as he reached down, taking his socks off and then standing up to show off his nearly naked frame. The outline of his cock showed clearly underneath the tight white jockey shorts. It was not a small one either, as he licked his lips.

He kicked off his own shoes, and bend over to take his socks off. Placing them in his runners, he stood up to undo the pants button. Jarrod moved in closer, and put his hand over Kelly’s. He pushed it away, as he kept eye contact, and undid the button, then the zipper.

As the zipper was pushed down, Jarrod’s hand moved down inside, to rub along Kelly’s soft cock. It wasn’t totally soft, but the touch of Jarrod’s hand made it stir, made it begin to grow. He could feel the pain in his heart, feel it beginning to race, as Jarrod kept his hand moving along the shaft. Looking into his eyes, he could see the amazement growing, as he realized it wasn’t a dream, wasn’t some exaggerated tale.

‘Christ it is that big’ he said, as he dropped to his knees, and pulled at Kelly’s shorts. He pushed them down, to free the huge python type cock. Kelly stared down at Jarrod, watching his eyes grow like saucers as they took in the size of his cock. He was partially erect, and it did hang down, looking very large. A strange sense of pride came to him, as he felt the hand reaching out, and taking hold of it at the base.

Jarrod’s eyes stared up at him, and he kept them looking up, as he licked at the base of the cock. Kelly felt it growing, felt his head grow a bit dizzy as he leaned forward, resting his hands on Jarrod’s shoulders. As he did, he felt the tremors inside of Jarrod’s body. Strange, how no one else had given him such a feeling of excitement. His eyes fluttered a bit, as he widened his stance, letting Jarrod kiss his cock.

He felt the lips lightly touch his flesh, gently press down, and move all along his long shaft. His body was shaking as he felt the cock stiffen, felt the blood slowly leaving his upper body. He swayed a little, as he tried to stay standing.

Jarrod seemed to sense his discomfort, dropping his touch from Kelly’s cock. He stood up and took hold of Kelly’s hand, leading him towards the bed. He stumbled along, gradually feeling a bit stronger as his cock bounced between his legs. He felt the head striking at his leg, and smiled, as he lay down on the bed.

Jarrod stood up on his bed, straddling Kelly’s prone body while he stared down at him. He could see the hard cock, looking more like a huge baseball bat. It was the longest dick he had ever seen in real life. Asking where Kelly kept the Condoms , he left the bed hurriedly to grab the packages out of the discarded pants. Returning, he looked again at the monster cock, licking his lips that were trembling with both excitement and fear.

He climbed back onto the bed, and leaned on his back legs, as they straddled Kelly’s lower legs. Kelly could feel the hairs on his legs standing up, the thrill of Jarrod’s touch making him stiffen again. The blood was racing around inside, as he felt light headed, yet he couldn’t help but stare at Jarrod. The way his own cock was fully erect, sticking into his leg, brushing at his cock as it wavered in the air. He felt its weight, and then the touch of Jarrod’s hand on it, holding it steady, while he unwrapped a condom over it.

Kelly couldn’t believe it, couldn’t comprehend that Jarrod really was going to try to take it, to let him inside. It made his heart beat faster as he felt the ache growing in his lungs. He was sucking in the air quickly, feeling sweat breaking out on his forehead as Jarrod unrolled the extra long condom, feeling the thin material as it was unrolled down his cock. His body was twitching, his legs growing cramped by the lack of blood, by the thrill.

Jarrod leaned forward, letting his lips go over the plastic covered cock. His tongue licked at it, just under the head, as he took several inches into his mouth, coating it with his saliva, then he moved up, to press his whole body against Kelly’s.

He moved up Kelly’s body, kissing his belly, then his chest hairs. He let his tongue lick out at the nipples, his teeth nibbling at the firm nipple, then he moved up and kissed the neck, licking at the hollow part. Kelly felt his whole body shake, as Jarrod reached over him, grabbing a pump bottle.

He sat up, his buttock resting just over his groin. His hard cock was not standing upright, its weight holding it down but Kelly could only look up, to stare into Jarrod’s face as the man reached behind him. Kelly could feel his hand cross his groin, as it reached upwards, as he began to poke at his own hole, with the lubricant he had smeared on his fingers. Jarrod grunted a little and Kelly could see his face constricted, as he lifted his body up a bit, to drive more of his hand inside himself.

All he could do was lay there, his heart was already pounding faster than he ever recalled. He watched as Jarrod pumped more lubricant on his hand, then reach back, this time grabbing hold of his throbbing cock. He felt the slippery lube coating all of his cock, as Jarrod’s hand moved around the cock head. His body shuddered, as it felt the hand work the lubricant around his head, around his pulsating pole.

Then he sucked in his breath, as he felt Jarrod lift his body up, and pull at his cock. He felt it rise up, felt it touch the shaking buttocks, felt it suddenly enveloped in a strange warmth, as Jarrod wedged it between his two cheeks. Kelly felt the cock tremble, felt the hard shaft shiver as the head was positioned by the twitching hole. He closed his eyes, as he felt the tight fit, felt the tension around the tiny hole. He could feel it tremble, just as he too shook.

‘Oh Fuck’ echoed in the room as he felt the press of Jarrod’s body on his shaft. He could hear the pain in the words, and yet Jarrod didn’t stop. He continued to let his body sink down onto his cock. Opening his eyes he saw Jarrod leaning up and over him. He could see the sweat, feel it as it dropped onto his body. The eyes were shut tight, the nose flaring, and he was biting his lips, as he lowered his body onto Kelly’s cock.

He had been at this point with others, as he waited. His hands moved up and rubbed the scrunched up stomach muscles. He could feel their tightness, as Jarrod continue to lower himself, to let the huge cock stretch his insides. The sweat was like a rainfall, as it constantly dripped down onto Kelly’s head. His eyes were misted as he stared up, realizing that Jarrod had taken more than most. He was groaning now, a sort of mix between determinate stubbornness, and absolute pain. Still, he kept his body lowering down, kept pushing down and shifting his position ever so slightly, as he spread his legs even wider.

The sheets underneath him were soaked from his sweat, and that of Jarrod. His body was squirming, as he felt the muscles inside of Jarrod’s body clinging to his cock, then being pushed aside, as he continued to lower himself onto the hard cock. His balls were aching, as was his own rectum. He felt his own cheeks clenching as he suddenly felt himself arch upwards. He drove his cock up, feeling the surprise in Jarrod’s body as it pushed upwards.

He heard the cry, heard him bite it off, as he let his hand grab hold of Jarrod’s hips, pulling him down to meet his thrust. Kelly felt the rolling pain that was running up and down Jarrod’s spine, and he felt something else. His cock was nearly all inside, and he felt exhausted already. His whole body was trembling, along with Jarrod’s. The sensation was unbelievable, as he felt the hot flesh slowly crushing down onto his groin. Jarrod had him all inside, he felt it, felt the way his cock throbbed, felt how tight it was being held.

His eyes flickered open, to see a shadowy image of Jarrod. His mind was growing dark, as he felt the body on top of him shift, felt it twist as he shook. His balls were up, hurting as he felt one hand fall to his side. He couldn’t keep it up, as the body on top began to move up and down. Very slowly Jarrod was riding his cock, each push down making Kelly shudder.

His legs were numb, he couldn’t feel much, other than the pleasure that seemed to be coming into his body from his cock. He could feel the head, feel the tiny muscles inside as they struggled to hold his powerful cock from moving, failing. His eyes stared up and then down over to Jarrod.

He saw he had grabbed hold of his own cock, and was stroking it furiously as his body moved up and down on Kelly’s cock. He saw the face constricted, the eyes shut tight. He noticed the thin lips, the white teeth biting down on the lower one, as he rose up, then came crashing back down. It wasn’t fast, or hurried, but it felt unbelievable.

His heart was pounding, his ears echoed to its thunder, as he licked his lips, watching Jarrod riding his cock. He felt the legs around his thighs, how they clung inwards, pushing his legs in, making his cock ride higher over his body. It all was making him dizzy, as he felt his chest heaving, made his eyes see shadows. Jarrod no longer seemed to be visible. He was more of a blurred image, as was his own cock. His face looked down his heaving chest, as he watched the blurred motion growing more blurred with each flicker of his eyes, with each beat of his heart.

Kelly felt the hand burning past his belly. He could feel the shaking motion coming from Jarrod, but he could only see a dim figure in shadows. His blood was rushing from everywhere, to fuel his cock, to keep it digging upwards, to keep it stretching Jarrod’s insides. He heard the groans, the harsh shrill moans as his cock was forced in deeper. He felt the press of the wet buttocks on his groin, and then he heard nothing. A strange silence seemed to blanket his mind, his eyes could see nothing but flashes of strange lights. His heart ached, his lungs were empty, as he felt his lips drop open.

His hands went limb at his sides, as he felt the orgasm rolling up inside. It was odd, he had never felt this way before, not even when he would jerk himself off. There was a strange glow inside, a strange warmth that made him sink back into the bed. His whole body was suddenly floating, suddenly free of everything. He could see nothing but strange flashes of light, feel nothing really as his body just seemed to hang there in suspended animation. His heart no longer seemed to be roaring, thundering as it threatened to break out of his chest. Instead he felt a strange calmness, a strange happiness.

He could feel his toes tingle, feel every muscle inside of his body uncoiling. It was making his whole body shake, he knew that, yet it felt so nice, he didn’t want it to end.. It didn’t worry him, or frighten him, but felt soothing, calming.

Kelly heard nothing, just a sort of empty rustle as if a wind was blowing through a forest. The rustling sounds of leaves, the whistle as the wind passed through branches that swayed to its power. It had replaced the thundering roar of his heart. It too felt comforting, soothing.

Kelly felt like he was on a cloud. Nothing was pressing against his body, he was just floating. It was an eerie feeling, and yet not frightening. He felt safe, felt at peace, as he just floated. Then just as suddenly as it had come on, it began to end. He heard the heavy panting sounds of laboured breathing, felt a strange stickiness around his groin and all across his chest. He felt a strange pressure on his ears, like when you came off an airplane. The lights that flashed before him were replaced by a sort of greyness, as he felt his eyelids flickering, then the soft light of the moon seemed to fall across his face.

He looked up, blinking several times, and peering down at him was Jarrod. Suddenly it all made sense as he felt his body quiver. Jarrod’s face was drawn, anxious even, but in his eyes he saw something he had never seen before, a strange look of satisfaction.

As he regained his bearings, he felt the cooling wind across his body, felt the sweat being dried, and he could feel across his chest, the drying coating of cum. His eyes stared up at Jarrod, who slowly leaned forward, his body slowly giving Kelly his cock back. He heard it fall out, felt it too, and stared over at Jarrod, who now lay at his side.

Jarrod let one hand fall across Kelly’s body. The arm was across his chest, trembling still as he leaned in closer, made his body snuggle into Kelly’s. His lips pressed up against his shoulder, kissed it as he rested his face on Kelly’s upper arm.

‘Christ, that was amazing’ was all he said, as he fell asleep. Kelly didn’t move, as he slowly closed his own eyes, feeling his exhaustion taking hold. He too felt that it had been amazing, as his chest began to rise and fall in an even manner, his cock resting across his leg.

Going Once, Twice, Sold

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

He had been set up. Justin knew it right after the second bid had been made, but it was too late for him to back out. Worse thing was that everyone in the room knew it too, which perhaps made it worse for him. Chad had been the one to convince him to put himself up for auction at the local GLBT chapter’s main gala. He had assured him he’d be the winner, seeing as how it would be Justin’s money he’d be using.

Sure as fuck didn’t work out that way. For the entire bidding, he had been sweating bullets, as many of the old queens were bidding for his young body like he was some Stallion. He had seen Chad too, who had opened the bidding at $50 then never made another move to up the ante, or take his prize.

You would think that after six months together, he’d show some compassion, but then that was Chad. Nothing but a self centered bitch, and to dump him so publicly, was not only tasteless, but cruel too. Thank God for Taylor, who had come to his rescue, outbidding two old queens for the rights to Justin for a weekend.

The very night he had first walked into the bar, had attended his first meeting, he had been popular. He was your typical twink, even now at the ripe old age of 24, he still had the looks of an eighteen year old. His long blond hair fit his firm but thin face. Long eyelashes could melt most anyone’s resolve, along with his patented ‘who me’ look.

He kept in shape too, but not like some of the older guys. Justin was just naturally fit. He would run in the park, jog to work but no fancy treadmill for him. His was a natural look, gained by endless hours on the beach when the sun was out, swimming when it was warm enough, and just being a teenager long past his teen years. Justin still walked to work.

His body was the envy of many of the guys he met, which was why he could go out drinking and not bother to take more than cab fare with him. The older crowd seemed to love buying his drinks, even though they learned early on that he wasn’t an easy prey. He had a natural way though, that let most of them down without pissing them off. Justin was particular on who he slept with, which made the betrayal by Chad even more devastating to him.

Chad had gotten inside his Armour. He was tall, an inch or so taller than Justin, and had black hair, with the sexiest brown eyes Justin had ever come across. His face was a bit puffy, the bags under the eyes a sign of his partying ways, even at his young age of 25. Still, he was in good shape, and that first night of sex had been awesome.

Justin had known a few guys, but none could compare with Chad when it came to bed prowess. Chad had an above average cock. It was thicker than most, but had a small bend in it, just behind the head. It was uncut as well, which made it even more exciting. His balls were perfect for the size of his cock, and the way they would dangle underneath, bounce when he was striding across the room, was a total turn on.

In many ways he was an animal too. When he wanted it, he didn’t mince words, or actions either. He was a bit rough looking, scars on his face from a bad bout of acne as a kid, a piercing look that could make you tremble with fear even. It was all part of his mystique, because at times he could be the most romantic person alive. He could show up with flowers one night, then a scowl another.

There were times when he would be so affectionate, that it would make your heart pound for hours afterwards. Then there were his black moods, when he simply took what he wanted. He would walk in, toss his jacket off and before you could finish saying ‘hello’ you were flat on your stomach, your pants down at your ankles, and his hard dick driving deep into your ass. No kissing, nothing, just hard ass pounding, that left you breathless.

It was all that uncertainty that made it all fun. You just never knew what he would come up with. Yet while he had pushed Justin to be in the auction, he had also promised to be the buyer, no matter the price. He had sealed the deal by flashing a wad of bills, and saying that with what he had, and what Justin had, they could not only insure he would be the buyer, but that the charity would get a handsome sum, just for him strutting on the stage for a few minutes.

He had fallen for it, hook line and sinker, and all the sex, all those times when he had let Chad have him, all went out the window in one night. It had started off good, with Chad coming home early, taking him hard too. Justin couldn’t help but feel the ache in his ass, as he thought about how Chad could make him cum, without even touching him.

The way he could walk in, cock his head as he would look at him, smile a sort of evil grin, and then in a seeming mood of complete lust, how he’d push him backwards, towards the bed. How he would rip his shirt off, literally. Buttons would fly all over the hardwood floors of Justin’s studio apartment. They would make a clattering sound that would make Chad’s nostrils flare, as his eyes would glare at him.

Justin would feel his heart pounding as he would stumble backwards, until hitting the edge of the bed. He’d feel his own shirt tugged at, forced open and his pants would already be undone by the time the back of his legs touched the bed.

They would have kissed once or twice by then. Chad would even bit his lower lip, sometimes drawing blood, as he did that afternoon. It hurt, but it was part of Chad’s caveman routine. It was a turn on, at the moment. Afterwards, there were times when Justin felt like it was just over the top too much. Still, he had never said a word about that to Chad.

He should have known that something was up. Normally when they got to the bed, Chad would flip him around, and pull his pants and underwear down to the ankles, then push him on the small of his back, to make him fall forward onto the bed. His body would bounce but before he could bounce a second time, Chad would be on top of him, his cock already stiff and rubbing his ass. He would feel him reaching towards the night stand, the bowl of Condoms that rested there.

Then he would rip a package open, and lift himself up, still pinning Justin down with his body. He’d hear him grunt, as he would suit up, then before he could take another breathe, he would feel the head of the cock wedge into his rectum. Chad would press it, his knuckles and hand holding his hard cock, spreading his cheeks. Then it would be in, no waiting. Chad would just push, and he would always cry out, as the huge cock split him open, driving deep into his body.

This last time, instead of turning him around, he had just planted his hand on Justin’s chest & pushed. He had fell backwards, and as he hit the bed, and began to bounce up, Chad was on top of him. His muscular body forced him back into the bed, and he could feel Chad’s hot breathe against his face. He had looked up, to see the lust glaring in his dark eyes, a lock of his hair over one eye.

His own eyes had been wide open, when he saw the head come down, and felt the hard press of his mouth on his. He could feel the tongue lick across his lips, then the teeth that dug into his lower lip. It didn’t bite into the flesh to break it, but it hurt none the less.

Then Chad was suddenly standing back up, stripping his clothes off and just throwing them aside, as if they were garbage. He stood totally naked, his one hand stroking his cock as he stared down at Justin. The eyes seemed to be smoking, and his face was set in that hard look, that made Justin quiver with desire.

He slowly climbed back on to the bed, straddling Justin’s body. As he leaned over him, his hard cock was swiped across his face, his lips. He tasted the pre cum and looked up to see Chad give him that evil little grin. He began to smile back, when Chad shoved his hard cock into his mouth. He nearly gagged and threw up, as it was pushing in so hard, so deep. His throat closed briefly, but it didn’t stop Chad from pushing inwards.

Justin heard the harsh voice commanding him to suck the cock, which was something unusual. Chad rarely spoke in their sex escapades, yet here he was almost yelling at him to suck his cock. His hand had grabbed some of his hair, and he was pulling back on it, trying to make Justin’s throat open wider.

Slowly he managed to get it relaxed enough to stop the gagging feeling. He could smell that man scent, mixed with the body wash soap. It always made him crazy, and it was working now. His nostrils flared, he sucked in more air, as he reached up with his hands, to hold Chad’s hips. He let him fuck his mouth, the sensation making him moan with pleasure. His chest hurt, from Chad’s weight, and from lack of air too.

His jaw ached, and his own body was quivering with anticipation as he sucked on Chad’s throbbing cock. His eyes were staring, watching as Chad would thrust his body forward, driving his cock deeper. It hurt, but at the same time was exciting. Sweat was beading up on his forehead, when Chad suddenly pulled back, taking his wet cock out of his mouth.

He reached over, grabbing a condom package, ripping it open with his teeth while glaring down at Justin. His face had a strange sheen to it, a glow that he hadn’t seen before. The eyes were darker than normal, as Chad lifted himself up, and unrolled the condom down on his pole. Once he was satisfied it was on good enough, he leaned back towards Justin, his cock in his hand.

Chad slapped his cheeks with his hard cock, his eyes flaring with each slap on his face. He rubbed the condom covered cock over his lips. He slid down his body, and as he positioned himself between Justin’s legs.

‘Lift ‘em up Bitch’ he had commanded, and he pushed the legs upwards, back towards Justin. He had reached out, to grab hold of his legs, as he felt Chad tower over him. His body was leaning forward, and he felt the hot breath as he looked up into Chad’s face. There was a look of anger, that made him shake a little. He hadn’t seen that look before, as he felt Chad suddenly stick two of his fingers into his ass. He cried out, as he didn’t even bother to moisten them. He just shoved them into his hole, digging in hard, then twisting them around. It made him cry out several times, and then as they were pulled out, he felt Chad’s cock push in between his cheeks. He looked over at Chad, saw the same look, as suddenly he felt like he was on fire.

Chad penetrated him hard, driving his cock straight in once it was touching his hole. He felt like his body would be split in two by the force of the penetration, and the thickness of the cock, as he drove it in.

He was acting like a man possessed. The way he would drive his cock into him, the way he would twist and turn as he pounded him. Every other time he would slap his upraised ass cheeks hard, with the palm of his hand. Justin would feel himself shudder with each whack on his cheeks. He would feel the cock lurch in a bit further, and there were moments when he was certain it would poke up into his throat, the way Chad’s body would grind into his.

It was never ending, or so it seemed. He was biting his lip, as the pounding only got harder with each thrust. Justin had felt the pubic hairs, felt his balls as they slapped up into him, as if Chad was trying to drive them into him as well as his throbbing cock. His whole body was shaking, and dripping from rivers of sweat that dripped all across him.

He could feel his stomach crunched up, feel the pounding cock drive in and twist. It was making him twist and squirm which only seemed to make Chad go faster. His body was a blur the few times he managed to open his eyes, and it was totally unreal as he heard the grunts echo over the thundering of his own heart. His body was convulsing when Chad screamed.

Suddenly he felt the cock pull out, heard the ripping sound of plastic, then as he opened up to watch, he felt the first stabbing splash of hot cum across his chin and upper chest. His eyes bulged open as he saw Chad holding his throbbing cock, saw the head dart inside the foreskin briefly, then push out, shooting a steady stream of white cum.

His body trembled as the hot milk flew across and splattered across his rolling muscles. His nerves were tingling, as he watched the cum hit him, then he looked up to see Chad’s constricted face. The eyes shut tights, the brow creased in utter concentration. He could see the nose flaring, breathing hard, the lips held tightly shut, as he unloaded more of his cum onto Justin’s body. The mouth was firmly shut, and his chest was heaving as the last of his cum had dripped out onto Justin’s belly.

Chad leaned back, totally spent. His eyes were glaring, but still glazed as he sucked wind. Justin watched in awe, as he slowly regained control over his body. It was unreal, and he waited for his turn, but was surprised when Chad got off the bed, and headed to the shower. As he made his way, he stopped half way, turning and telling him he had an appointment to get to, and he’d see him at the auction.

He should have known then that something was up. Yet he was too exhausted to think, but now, looking back the signs had all been there. Still, in some ways it had worked out. He had been saved by his long time friend, Taylor. They had been friends from before Justin had come out, and they had even fooled around together a few times, though nothing ever serious, until this weekend.

It was the least he could do, he thought, as how Taylor had managed to outbid the others. It had saved him from a weekend of fending off the advances of the others, so it was natural for him to show his appreciation to Taylor, who really hadn’t objected. It had felt good too, and was totally different than when he had been with Chad.

Taylor was a romantic, had even arranged for Roses in the cabin, where they were spending the weekend. It was supposed to be him and Chad, but Taylor was perhaps better suited for this type of weekend. He was gentle to begin with, not totally into himself, as Chad was.

He wanted to please Justin as well, which made for a switch. And better for Justin, Taylor didn’t mind being a bottom, something Chad rarely ever agreed to. Hell, so far in the two nights they had been at the cabin, he had fucked Taylor more times than he had Chad in six months of being together. Oh, he had rolled over quite a few times himself, as Chad called it, but it was never a hard jack hammering that he got from Taylor. He liked to take his time, to make sure Justin was ready for him, which he was thankful of.

Taylor wasn’t small, in fact he had a cock that was a lot bigger than Chad’s, and yet it never hurt when it went inside of him, it never made him cry out in pure pain. It made him moan his pleasure, whimper at times, but it always felt so good, so filling. It was never like he was going to be split in two, which let him fully enjoy the whole experience. There was no rush, and it was amazing at how long Taylor could keep it hard, driving it in and out of his ass. The way he could speed up at times, then make it go very slow.

He could feel the vein underneath, the way the blood would push it out, as it rushed through and around Taylor’s cock. It was a sensation he hadn’t been able to enjoy with Chad. Now he could, as he could feel every pulse of Taylor’s heart, from the vein that would slide in and out slowly, letting him feel.

Justin could still feel it, from earlier in the morning, and as the sun began to shine into the room, he looked over at Taylor. It had been a perfect weekend, and until now he hadn’t even thought about Chad. He turned to sit up, realizing that they had today and tonight left, before having to head back to the city.

He looked over at the vase, that held the roses he had been greeted with. He smiled at how surprised he had been, when suddenly it hit him. His face grew taut as he stared over at Taylor’s sleeping figure. How the fuck had he arranged for the roses, for the whole thing, if he had only decided to help Justin out when he noticed Chad wasn’t bidding?

‘Christ’ he thought, as it hit him. He had been set up, not by Chad, but by Taylor. He reached for his pillow and slammed it over Taylor’s sleeping body, waking his friend up, who quickly moved out of the way of a second pillow slap.

‘What the fuck?’

‘You Bitch, you set me up. How much did it cost to get Chad to not bid for me?’

‘I don’t know what…’

‘Like fuck you don’t. I may be blond, but I ain’t stupid. You never liked me being with Chad, so give, how much?’

‘Okay, calm down. He never cared for you, and you fucking know it, this was an easy way to safe your stupid romantic ass. Yeah I paid him, okay, but think about it, if he cared, he wouldn’t have taken the offer, would he?’

Justin stared at his friend, and let the pillow fall back down. Taylor was right, and he knew it, and as he thought more and more about it, he felt his sudden anger fade away.

‘I guess, so how much?’

‘Got him hooked up with a dude who had a supply of pills, plus a few hundred.’

‘How long you known he was doing pills?’

‘From the beginning’

‘You didn’t say anything’

‘You weren’t in any mood to listen’

‘No, guess not.’

Taylor leaned up onto his elbow as he looked at Justin, who stared back. Justin could see the worry in his face, see the concern as he realized that what he had with Chad, was just sex. He knew Taylor was right, that he wouldn’t have listened, just as he knew that Taylor had never warmed to Chad. Now he knew why, and strangely, it felt rather nice. To be thought of that way, to have someone want to protect him like that.

He looked over at Taylor, saw the worry, but he also saw the love too. Strange, but he could still feel him inside of him, the way his cock had moved in and out, had made him tremble but not from pain, but from utter pleasure. It had been more than just getting off.

‘I was going to tell you’

‘I know.’

‘Are we okay? I mean…’

‘Yeah, we are. Uh, you really want this? I am a stubborn bitch at times.’

‘Tell me about it, but yeah, I’d like to, if you do?’

Justin smiled as he grabbed Taylor and pulled him over to rest on top of him. He looked up into his friend’s face, feeling strangely at peace. The humiliation of having Chad not bid on him no longer mattered. He had something else, and for the first time, it felt better than anything he had ever had before. It just felt right as he smiled up at Taylor.

‘Only if your promise me, that if you decide to break up, you’ll find a nicer way than not bidding on me at some silly auction.’

Taylor laughed, and leaned down to kiss him, then he pulled himself up and stared down at Justin. ‘I promise, but bitch, I ain’t ever letting you be auctioned off, you is mine.’

22 Hours, 14 Minutes

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

Ronny finished one more ‘stop ‘n go’ and bent over. He was gasping for air, as the cold bit deep into his lungs. Sweat was dripping off his face, clouding the face mask he wore a little. There was no doubt he was winded, which was good. It meant he had been putting out a maximum effort, as he felt the cold start to chill him, despite all the pads and gear he had on.

The huge clock the was on the wall continued to tick away as he slowly recovered his breath. It was nearly 6am, and his time on the ice was coming to a close. He had been coming here for 3 years now, ever since he was sixteen. It was his goal, even then, to eventually try out for the local college team, once he was old enough.

Now that he was, now that he was actually a student here, the long hours of getting up at 2am to do his paper routes, then come here for an hour of skating, of working out, was paying off. Next week would be the tryouts for the hockey team, and he knew he was ready.

Every waking minute, he had dreamed of this moment, of putting on the team jersey, of skating out in front of all those fans, of playing. Others dreamed of football or basketball, but Ronny was a hockey nut. He wasn’t tall enough for football, standing just under 5ft 10in in bare feet, and he sure wasn’t muscular enough either, weighing in a paltry 130 pounds.

He wasn’t a rack of bones, he had some muscles, but just not enough to play anything other than hockey. He was fast, whether on his feet, or on skates. He had absolute control over his young body when on skates, could take a hit pretty good too. But he could dish it out too, which, added to his quickness, made him a natural winger.

His family had never understood his drive, his dream of playing for the hockey team. They thought he was nuts, sleeping after dinner, getting up at 2am, but then his parents weren’t exactly go getters either. Nor were his brothers. To them, the end of High School was merely a stepping stone to heading over to the Mill, getting a job there and finding a girl to marry.

He wanted more for himself than some cheap tract house, a boring dead end job. Besides, marriage wasn’t in his future, seeing as how he liked guys over girls. Ronny doubted if anyone even suspected, certainly not his brothers or parents. His few school friends just thought he was nuts, so he felt safe.

Still, he couldn’t help but dream, of wonder too. His brothers would be stunned to find out how he had even rated them, on his scale of attractiveness, or how he rated his friends. Shit, if Ben ever found out, he’d clock him one for sure. None of them understood his kind, not the teachers, not the kids, no one.

It was a lonely childhood, which is why he drove himself so hard, to make the money so he could take that step no one in his family ever took, the one of going to college. Slowly he stood up, feeling the aches all over, the muscles in his body protesting the motion. He looked at the clock, wondering if he had time for a few more quick runs up and down, feeling his body hoping he didn’t.

As he glided towards the end of the rink, to start a couple more quick dashes, he spotted him again. He was rather tall and gangly looking, a strange reddish hint of hair was about all of his features Ronny could distinguish. The rest was hidden in the shadows. For the last two weeks, he had seen this shadowy figure, watching. He had no idea who it was, and the guy never seemed to come out from behind the shadows. Even when his time on the ice was over, and he would go to the locker room, the guy was never around.

Yet when he would head out the front door, he would hear someone on the ice. He was becoming tempted to sneak back in, to see who this stranger was that seemed to be showing up earlier each morning, to just watch. It was all rather mysterious, which fuelled his overactive imagination.

He shook his head, as he looked away, and stared down the rink towards the other side. He let his mind focus, his will directed at his body, at his legs. His eyes grew glazed as he imagined himself in practice, imagined hearing a whistle blow, and he was off.

Darting down the ice, his arms pumping, his legs forcing him faster down the sheet of ice. He could feel the air rushing past, but his eyes stared straight ahead, his head held up, seeing the advertising on the boards flash past in a blur, and then he was there, approaching the far end, as if about to crash headlong into them. His feet changes, slicing hard into the ice, sending up chunks of shaved ice as he slowed, as his body began to turn.

His eyes now were on the end he had just come from, his eyes narrowed, as he began the motion all over again, of building back up his speed, to dash back from where he had come. His mouth was dry, as his head stared forwards, his arms pumping, his legs driving as the speed mounted.

As he drew nearer, he saw the clock, saw the time as he once more turned, to bring his racing body to a stop. His heart was pounding, his pulse racing, and his lungs aching, but he felt good. He had done an extra dash, again. He felt like he was only getting better, as he gulped in the cold air, taking his helmet off, wiping his forehead. His dark brown hair was matted with sweat, as he glided towards the gate, to head once more to the locker room.

As he stepped off the ice, he turned his head, and saw at the far end the stranger. He couldn’t see any more of him, just his shadowy figure, but he knew the guy was looking at him. He could feel his eyes boring in on him, and it gave him a strange feeling inside. He could feel his body reacting, feeling the strain on his cup and jockstrap inside the padded hockey pants.

There was something about the guy that made him quiver a little, made him wish he had the nerve to call out to him, to get him to come out of the shadows. Ronny sighed, as he walked down the cold empty tunnel, to the locker room, pushing the door open, holding it open just a second longer, as he listened. It was dead silence, and he shrugged as he let the locker door bang shut.

The wire caged clock showed he was running late as he stripped off his hockey gear. Placing the skates to one side, he leaned back, against the lockers, then quickly removed his jersey, his pads, and pants. He stood there, a t-shirt over his slight frame, his hockey socks pulled up high. The chill in the room made him shiver as he sat down on the worn wooden bench, to finish undressing.

He thought about a shower, realizing that he was dawdling, hoping the shadow boy would show up. His first class was a few hours off, and he could always skip breakfast, but as he looked over, the door remained shut, the silence telling him he was still alone. Sighing, he began the final stages of undressing, until he was wearing nothing but his jockstrap. He stood up and turned to the locker, to grab his towel and soap, before heading for a nice hot shower.

Just as he grabbed the soap off the top shelf of his locker, he knew he wasn’t alone. Turning around quickly, he could see him, just standing there looking at him. His eyes opened wide, as he finally saw the shadow boy, and he felt his body stiffen.

He couldn’t believe what he was saw. The guy was much taller than him, at least by several inches. He was slender, probably didn’t weigh much more than he did. His hair was long, hanging over his shoulders and it shone with a red tint to it, but streaks of light blond showed in places. It gave his face a soft almost girlish look to it.

The features were fine looking, the nose thin and his cheeks were gaunt even. His lips had a pale tint, thin too. Yet it was the eyes that got him shaking a little. They were a crystal clear amber color, that seemed to just glisten as they looked out from the golden flesh. It wasn’t white, but a soft golden color that only accentuated the facial features.

Looking at him, he saw that the shadow boy’s eyes were staring at him, not at his face, but at his crotch. He found himself looking down, to see he was fully erect, and he felt a sudden sense of panic, as he looked back up at the stranger.

Ronny almost missed it, but he saw the boy lick his lips quickly, then with a strange reluctance, seemed to lift his eyes up, to look at Ronny. There was a strange glint in the eyes, a sort of hunger he had never seen before, other than in his own eyes when he would think of someone he was attracted to. He felt uneasy, as he saw that same look, wondering and yet feeling vulnerable.

He wrapped his towel around his naked midriff, seeing a quick flicker in the stranger’s eyes, a sort of sadness. There was something about him, the way he stood there, just looking, that kept him excited, despite the embarrassment he was feeling.

‘Hi, I am Ronny’ he said, as he watched the young man twitch at the sound of his voice.

‘Hi, uh, Jerry’ was all he said, as he sat down on the bench opposite, his duffle bag dropped behind him. It was unnerving, as he seemed to have nothing more to say. Ronny grabbed his soap and headed to the shower, saying it was nice to meet him, or some other inane words.

Quickly he turned the shower on, dropping his towel and looking over his shoulder first. There was no one standing at the entrance to the showers, as he felt the sting of water across his body. He felt weird, not sure what it was. The guy was hot, and judging by the hard on he had, his body agreed with him. It made him nervous, because he was so exposed, but time was ticking.

There was no other sound. He could only hear the water running, feel it cleanse him, as he tried to ignore that there was another one in the locker room. His erection annoyed him too, as he thought it would give him away, but as he soaped himself up, felt the roughness of his hands rubbing his body, he couldn’t help but notice how Jerry had been staring at his cock. It was almost like he enjoyed it, or something like that.

It was hard for him to ignore how good looking Jerry was too. The way his face looked from under that mop of hair, how it all seemed to be a perfect fit. The nose, the lips, the eyes, and while he thought about it, his body seemed to become warmer, more aroused. Soaping his legs, he could see his hard cock, feel it tremble as his mind would flash him an image of that face, of the pink tongue darting out and licking at the pale lips.

Ronny shook his head, realizing that he need to stop thinking this way. It would be risky, and to go back in there, still with a hard on, would be very dangerous. He reached up, shutting off the hot water, feeling the sudden icy chill as his body was splattered by the cold. He felt himself shiver, and his mind no longer dwelled on the handsome face, the long red hair and the notion of him having a fistful of that hair entwined in his fingers, while he guided that thin angular face towards his cock.

The cold water was doing its trick, as he finally shut it off, reaching out and wrapping the towel around his middle. He wasn’t about to dry his body off, and risk arousing himself again, as he headed back to his locker, his body dripping as he hurried across the floor.

He turned to go down the pathway, to his locker when he stopped, dead in his tracks. He saw Jerry’s head suddenly jerk up and look over at him. His own eyes bulged wide open, as he stared at the naked young man.

Jerry was sitting on the bench, his body was devoid of any clothes, and Ronny saw his one hand, clutching at a huge throbbing cock. He also saw how his eyes were glazed, and how he had been looking at Ronny’s locker, at his clothes that were laid out on the bench in front. He saw how Jerry had been staring at the pair of underwear, that were folded across the bench.

His eyes moved from what Jerry had been staring at, back to Jerry. He saw how his legs were spread apart, sticking forward, while his one hand was at the base of his cock. It looked rather long, much longer than his, as he felt it stirring under the towel. His mouth was open a little, as he took it all in, and then he looked up at Jerry, saw the fear in his eyes, saw also that same hungry look. He knew he too had that look, but his was right there, as he couldn’t help but let his eyes go back and stare at Jerry’s penis.

Ronny hadn’t had much experience, most of what he had known of other men was from magazines, the Internet, and the odd porn flick he had managed to find. To actually see a hard cock, other than his own, was rare. To see it hard, was even more rare. He felt himself licking his lips, as he stared at the still erect cock. He knew he should say something, but he didn’t know what.

All he could do was look up at Jerr