Voyeurism

Stories of someone watching while others are having sex

13Aug

Third Wheel

Third Wheel

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (-)

Brian closed his bedroom door, and flopped down onto his bed. He could hear his older Sister in her room, nattering away with her girlfriends, even though it was after 1am. They had just gotten home, and as usual, he had been the third wheel, thanks to the dumb ass choices Beth kept making for boyfriends. He was really getting tired of it all, and he had vowed that he wouldn’t do it anymore, until he met her latest, Zac.

He was a freshmen at College, and shared a class with Beth, which had him thinking of maybe applying to the local college himself, after he finished this year at High School. He was just eighteen, did okay with his grades, and even had managed to get on some second squads for both Baseball and Basketball. Zac on the other hand, was nearly twenty, but was a prize sports catch. Least that is how his dumb ass sister referred to him.

There was a definite mean streak in her, he thought, as he began to undress, to figure out just what a sap he had been. To begin with, he was pretty certain she had an inkling that he was gay, that he liked guys. Oh, she never said anything, but how she had conned him to be the driver for her dates the last few months, had him wondering.

It wasn’t like he had much of a choice either. She was the darling of their parent’s and as she had lost her license, and he hadn’t, well, it was expected that he giver her rides, when possible. Least that is how his Father had put it, which pretty well meant he had been relegated to being her Chauffer. Somehow that included taking her and her damn boyfriends up to Hurricane Ridge.

The last guy she had been dating, was rather a boring jock, just as he had figured the new one would be. Boy was he wrong. Colin had been her last, and frankly he was rather glad they had broken up last week. The guy rarely spoke to him, or even acknowledged that he existed. In some ways that was okay, but man, the guy was boring.

Brian had taken them up to ‘the Ridge’ five times. Each time had been the same, some hard kissing in the back, then a hand up her blouse, then his head down between her legs, then some grunting, and it was over. If anyone had looked in the window, they wouldn’t have seen shit. Good old Colin was bashful, with baby brother in the front seat.

Then too, according to Beth, he never did ever get naked in front of her either. Even when they did find some private secluded spot. The guy was a dud, and his consignment to the boyfriend dustbin didn’t make him shed any tears. Now Zac, tonight’s latest fling, was very different.

For starters, Brian thought he was rather good looking. He didn’t have a face full of zits like Colin, and he had a nice smile. His nose had a slight bend to it, but that was from being broken a few times. Zac was a football jock, and it showed too. His body wasn’t flabby, and you could tell he worked out. Not just during football season either, but that he did it regularly.

His biggest edge over Colin was that he was nice. He didn’t ignore Brian, actually talked to him, made him feel like he wasn’t just a taxi driver or something. When they had stopped for burgers, he had even asked Brian what he wanted, and treated him to it, as well. Beth told him he didn’t have to, but he insisted, which made him rise in Brian’s estimation. The guy had some class, too bad his sister didn’t.

It wasn’t that he was muscle bound either. Sure he had a well build body, his chest was well defined, his stomach flat and rippled with muscles. Yet his arms weren’t huge bulging humps nor were his legs. Still he wouldn’t have minded being squeezed by them. Though that was just wishful thinking, as Zac was 100% straight, a true breeder.

Stretching out on his bed, he realized that he had actually enjoyed the night, being out on a date with Beth & Zac. Granted, he didn’t sit near them at the movie, but he did notice how smooth Zac was. How he had managed his arm around her, how he had leaned closer to whisper to her, then never moved back. How he had her wrapped around his little finger, long before the movie had ended.

Brian was pretty sure he had felt her up in the theatre, as well. The way she was so flushed when they were leaving, and that wasn’t an easy thing to accomplish with his tramp of a Sister. She was like an open invitation, in his eyes, so to have her all flustered was a rare treat for him. Colin never even made her blink, let alone get all giggly and girlish.

He could tell that Zac had hit the right buttons too. The way she kept staring at him and holding his hand as they headed back to the car. How she had almost shouted at Brian, to take them up to ‘The Ridge’ was rather amusing. He could tell she was horny, at how she licked her lips, how she kept reaching over to kiss him, to touch his chest, was a dead giveaway.

It was when Zac had asked him to stop at the all night grocery store, that cinched it for Brian. He told Beth to wait, and asked Brian to join him inside. It was a bit strange, as he tried to keep up with Zac’s rather long strides, and it was only after they were out of ear shot, that Zac started talking to him.

None of his sister’s dates ever really talked to him, or even bothered. Zac was different, and he told Brian how he appreciated him driving them around, and he hoped taking them up to The Ridge wasn’t too uncomfortable for him. He also said that maybe Brian would want to grab some chips or soda, for while they were up there, on his tab.

It was nice, to be thought of, and for a second he had felt himself becoming attracted to Zac. For a brief moment he had felt his own body react, which was unusual for him. None of her dates had ever really excited him, but Zac seemed way different. It wasn’t just his looks, but how he treated him, as if Brian was a person. That alone was different.

Still it was weird watching the guy buy a package of Condoms, knowing they were for later on. After all, she was his sister. Watching him buy them, he wondered if he was one of those, who just unzipped, or did he take it all off? Did he have an uncut dick, or was he circumcised? Questions he rarely thought about with the others, but this seemed way different.

As they made their way to the checkout, he managed to catch a few good glances at Zac’s rear. The way he filled out the jeans, those two orbs looking so inviting. Brian felt he wouldn’t mind sticking his face between them, to taste and smell Zac’s manhole. Course he would like to do a lot more than taste it, which had surprised him.

He actually was horny, feeling his own dick get hard, as they made their way back to the car. Zac had insisted on getting him some cold soda, and chips too. As they headed back, he couldn’t help but admire the guy’s butt, so much so, that he didn’t notice it had begun to rain either.

Judging by how his sister had acted after the movie, he was pretty certain that rain wouldn’t stop her from wanting him to wait outside. It had happened once before, but the guy never lasted beyond that one night. Still, it had been friggin cold out, and he had gotten the sniffles as a result. He had vowed he’d never wait outside, and tough shit if the latest didn’t like him being in the front. They could either get their own wheels, or find a place to take the bitch. Bad enough he had to put up with their grunts, never mind get a cold afterwards.

He also felt rather angry, because this one seemed to be a good one. Not only was he nice, but Brian realized he rather was curious to see how he performed, if he was just all show, or was there more to him. Did his act go on, when the clothes were off, or not?

As they approached the top of the Ridge, he felt nervous. His palms were sweating, and he could feel a slight flush around his cheeks as well. For an odd reason he was excited about the possibility of seeing Zac performing with is sister. That last part, was a bit icky, but his thoughts were more centered on seeing Zac. After all, he might be straight, but damn he was hot.

To see him partially nude, with a hard on, was worth pushing to stay inside too, even if it hadn’t been raining. While the drive up had been the two of them, in the back, smooching, he had noticed a few things. How Zac would toss his head, at times, how his eyes seemed to sparkle a bit, after some really good kissing, and how he managed to slip a hand under her blouse, surprising even her. She was such a slut, at times. Yet he seemed rather expert in making her follow his lead.

Normally she was the one who set the tempo, who set the pace, but not with Zac. He had her well under control by the time he found a decent parking spot. She looked up at him, as he killed the motor, and the rain began to thrum on the roof. Her voice was husky as she told him to get out, that they’d honk when ready to leave. He was about to argue, when Zac told her it was okay, that it was wet and cold out.

She didn’t argue with him, which surprised Brian. More than that, he felt rather relieved because he really wanted to stay, to watch. For a moment or two, his eyes had met Zac’s. He was a bit surprised when Zac winked at him, telling him that he should stay, and asked if he’d turn the radio up. It was like he knew, or so it felt like he did. The way he had smiled, all made it seem like some grand conspiracy.

He had quickly turned the volume up, as Zac just grinned, then turned to look at his sister. He turned the charm on her, which seemed to make her forget all about wanting her way. She didn’t say a word, as Zac kissed her, and that was it, the show was on.

Brian lay out on his bed, thinking of how Zac had taken control over them both. Not just Beth, but him as well. How he had gotten him to do what he asked, without fuss. It was quite the feat, considering how put out he had been feeling at the beginning. Now, thinking about it, he had to admit it had been a nice date, even if he didn’t get to sample the goodies.

Just remembering the night was making him horny, again. Hell, he had almost shot his load a few times during the night’s romp up on The Ridge, and that was from just watching. The way Zac moved in the confined seat of the back, was amazing. It made Brian want to see him play football, because if he moved that well in a confined space, just imagine what he’d do in an open field.

Screw the open field, he thought, he’d rather seem him performing on his bed. The idea of Zac spreading him out, of undoing his shirt, like he had done to Beth. The way he had her blouse open without her even realizing it, was a neat trick. He wished it had been him opening the eyes and realizing that his chest was exposed, instead of her.

His eyes couldn’t help but widen, as he watched how his hands moved up and down her body, how his body seemed to move in time with them. How he held her down, with his body weight, while he paid close attention to her chest, while his hands seemed to move down.

To think of those lips of his wrapped around one of his nipples, instead of her breast, made him reach out for the bottle of lubricant on his night table. The whole night had become a once in a lifetime moment. Least he thought so. Beth, well she was still in heaven, he thought, plus the whole experience meant that perhaps there would be an encore performance.

That idea made him grin, and stare down at his hard cock. The lights were off in his room, as he flipped open the top of the lube bottle, and poured a generous amount of the goo into the palm of his hand. Brian felt the tremors inside, as he imagined Zac leaning down over him, his teeth nibbling at each of his nipples.

Brian pinched one, while he ran his other hand down his throbbing pole. The cool liquid coated every inch of his hot pole, as his mind saw Zac’s face over him. He could see the eyes flashing, the way his lips were spread apart, the tips of his teeth just showing. Then the hair covered his vision, as he felt the sharp bite on one nipple, knowing that Zac was biting. Then he could feel the tongue licking at the nipple, and around it.

Moaning a bit, his hand began to reach down and pull up on his scrotum, coating it with the last of the lube. His body began to ache a bit, as he felt the tongue licking at the centre of his chest, then moving towards his other nipple. He felt it being licked, then teased by the teeth, before it was sucked for a few moments. His chest began to ache, as his breathing became a bit more rapid, his hand wanting to move faster, but his mind refusing, wanting to enjoy every possible thought.

His eyes were shut tight, as his hand moved up and down his naked chest, towards his belly then back up. Brian felt the muscles underneath, felt them rolling away from his own caress, imagining it to be Zac’s hand. He could see it happening, feel it even, as he moaned a bit more, squirming a little on his bed. It really felt good, to imagine Zac touching him, taking him to the point, just as he had done with Beth.

How he had moved his body up and down, his tongue licking at her, would be exactly how he would do it to Brian. The way his head moved from side to side, while his hand had slipped down, to caress the thighs, to make them spread apart, just as his were now spread. The way he had worked, his hand digging down under her waist band, would be how he would do it to Brian, if he ever wanted to.

His mind clouded for a bit, knowing it would never happen, but the moment, along with the images, were more powerful. Brian felt himself floating, felt his body being lifted and transported to another place, to where there was no Beth, no squealing of pain from her, instead it was all replaced, with him. He was now Beth, laying in the back, under Zac’s powerful body.

Groaning, he felt his cock thicken even more, felt the soft press of lips against his belly, knowing it was Zac. He felt his legs ache, felt them stiffen a bit as they spread out. One leg banging up against his wall, which he ignored, as he felt the hands around his hips, felt them caress him.

His whole body shook, as he felt the hands moving between his legs, running along the top, then moving down and across his inner thighs. He could feel Zac’s hot breath on his stomach, feel the tongue licking at his belly button, while a hand reached upwards, to poke at his groin.

The way he felt the fingers pushing down under his balls, at how they found his crack, and quickly seemed to move upwards, spreading his cheeks. He moaned more, as he felt his hips lift up, to give Zac’s hand space to move underneath his cheeks. He could feel the fingers probing, feel them find his manhole, feel them tease it, move around and hint at more. He licked his lips, as he felt the finger poking at the hole, then pull back, then poke it again, and tease him more.

His body was bathed in sweat, as was the one above him. He could feel the heat, as their bodies lay together, as the fingers poked, and then the sharp pain of penetration came racing upwards. His entire body leapt upwards, his legs spread far apart, as he bit down on his lower lip.

Brian saw the hair above him, saw how it was soaked with sweat. Saw too, the eyes that were blazing with desire, how sharp they looked, how it made his heart ache, his chest heave, as he looked up into Zac’s eyes. It was amazing, to feel his pulse racing so fast, to feel the throb of Zac’s hard penis poking into his belly, as he leaned up and kissed him fully on the mouth. How sweet he tasted, the slight saltiness from his sweat, mingling with his own special taste.

It made him squirm, made his whole body begin to throb, as he felt the kiss, felt the press of lips on his, then the tongue swirling inside of his own mouth. How good it all tasted, how hard it made him. The moans were nearly constant now, as his body continued to tremble, as Zac went down once more, kissing his chest, his belly, then suddenly he felt the wetness around his cock head.

His body arched upwards again, as he drove his cock into the willing mouth. He could feel the teeth as his hard pole pushed past, to bury itself deep into the willing mouth. It felt so good, as the lips wrapped around the shaft, slowing its drive, but not denying its entry. He cried out a soft whimpering sound, as he felt his cock bang into Zac’s mouth, then move into the recess of the mouth.

Brian could feel the tongue licking at the underside of his shaft, feel it lick at the bulging veins that were filled with his blood, as the lips pressed tighter around the whole shaft. He could even feel his hot breath on his pubic hairs, as his cock was sucked. He cried out in a muffled voice, as he felt the head twist a bit, sucking on his pole. Then it moved up slowly, pulling at the hot flesh of his pole, to twist more as it held his cock by the head only.

The waves of pleasure were unreal, as he felt his balls sling upwards, then fall down. He felt the pain in his balls, as the mouth released his cock, and suddenly was buried underneath his shaft, licking and sucking at his balls. He moaned a bit louder, as his hands thrashed on either side. The bed creaked, as he felt two powerful hands lifting his ass cheeks upwards, spreading them apart, as they lifted him up. He felt the raspy tongue suddenly lick at his crack, then it was moving upwards, licking at his hidden valley. Right up to his manhole, he felt the tongue licking.

His body shook, as the tip of the tongue was licking at his hole, then suddenly curled up and poked at his hole. He groaned, his hands reaching out to grab the bed sheets. He balled them up into his fist, as he felt the tongue dig up into his hole, tasting his insides.

It was almost more than he could stand, as he cried out, his head rolling from side to side. His mind continued to play the images across his closed eyelids. His whole body shook, as swirling mists floated around the image of Zac’s heaving chest, of his hairy legs.

He could see the hairs standing up, as his whole body now loomed over him, as his own legs were lifted up and placed over his head. One was wedged up against the back window, the other dangling over the back of the front seat. He could see the fogged windows too, the drops of rain still pelting them, rolling down, as Zac’s sweat soaked face stared down at him.

Yes, oh yes’ he heard himself moan, as he felt the hard cock being wedged between his upraised cheeks. He could feel it throb, feel it swell as it was wedged tightly up against his pole. The thin condom was barely noticeable, as he bit his lower lip, staring between his upraised legs, at Zac’s drawn face.

The penetration was like nothing he had ever felt before. It was both excruciatingly painful, yet amazingly beautiful too. His body shook, shuddered, as the hard cock slowly spread his hole open, as it slowly penetrated into his soft insides. He felt himself crying out, felt himself quivering, as every muscle inside shook. Each nerve inside, seemed to be tingling, as the hard cock penetrated past his tiny pink muscle, and stretched his insides. He could feel them protesting the thickness, yet giving in to it. He felt the pain, as it turned into a dull ache inside.

Brian felt his body quiver, felt the racing waves of pleasure seeking out every nerve in his body, as the huge shaft began to push inwards. His body struggled with the thick pole, but as it moved in, it seemed to pull it in, even more. He ached for it all, and could feel it drive deeper into his body, than any cock ever had before. He felt the lining inside growing hot, felt it begin to burn, as Zac’s hard pole continued its relentless drive inwards.

He could feel Zac’s sweat dropping onto his belly, a steady stream of hot salty perspiration. Just as the rain pounded the roof of the car, he felt the same drumming on his belly. Each drop making his body shake, making him moan. Each drop adding to the growing stream of sweat that flowed down his body, as the huge cock rested deep inside of him.

Brian could feel Zac tremble, then twist his hips to each side, making the hard pole inside jerk and twist, as well. He felt it begin to pull out, but not far, before it was once more driven back inside. It began to develop a steady rhythm, that grew faster and faster with each drop of rain on the roof. It was like it was in tune with nature itself, as it began to speed up, to pull out, then drive back in.

Faster it went, making him moan constantly. He could feel it swell, feel it stretch the condom to where he thought it might even burst, but it didn’t. He felt the cock slice into his body, felt it like it was a hot poker as the speed only got faster and faster. He found his body shaking, felt the legs above him grow numb as he held them up with his hands. His knuckles white from the pressure he was using, to keep them up, to keep them spread apart, as he took the hard cock deep into his body.

It was amazing, at how hard it was, at how fast it moved inside of his body. He couldn’t believe the constant pounding that he was taking, at how good it felt. Brian could feel his own cock, flopping against his hard belly, feel it strike the burning flesh of his belly, as Zac jack hammered his hole.

The way his balls ached, the way his cheeks clenched and his cock jerked, Brian knew he was close, too close. He didn’t want it to end, to stop. His head was soaked, as he kept twisting and turning, as the hard pole pounded into him. His toes curled up as he felt the thrusts grow more intense, more meaningful. They had gotten slower, as Zac was reaching his own point of surrender.

Brian struggled to not shoot, to hold back until Zac had cum. He opened his eyes to stare at the man’s face, to see how his face muscles were all constricted. To see how his eyes were shut tight, how his head was tilted backwards. The hair was nothing but long soaked strands of matted clumps, as the hard thrusts grew more intense. He felt his whole body jump with each thrust into him.

The cock inside jerked, and suddenly he felt the pressure of the cock head pull back, then suddenly jerk forward. It struck hard, the whole body grinding into him. He felt himself push back into the door, heard himself cry out, as the cock inside swelled, and suddenly trembled. It sent a rolling tremor through his whole body.

He could hear Zac’s breathing stop, felt his whole body become almost motionless, as the moment approached, took charge. Brian felt the muscles inside of Zac contracting, twisting, then suddenly releasing. The press into his body made him yelp with pain, as he felt the cock inside shudder, felt it swell, as the rushing cum came roaring through its insides, to pour out of the swollen cock head.

Brian felt the condom swell, felt it stretch as the cock poured out its milk, and then he felt the whole weight of Zac’s body come crashing down onto him. His hands let go of his ankles, his legs wrapping around the heaving lower torso. His toes ached, as he felt the heaving body resting on top of his own shaking body. The cock was still inside of him, jerking and shooting its load into the thin condom.

As Brian felt the hard pole slowly slip out of his hole, he could feel Zac’s hot breath on his face. His eyes opened, to see the golden skin next to him, saw Zac’s fiery eyes staring at him. He smiled back, as he saw them flutter a bit, then felt the soft little kiss on his cheek.

His whole body shook, as he felt the body lift up, to give him a chance to pull himself back, to lean against the corner, and to breath. Brian could see the chest heaving, see the glow that seemed to surround Zac. It felt good, as he glanced down at his own naked body, to see the splatter of cum all along his chest, knowing it was his.

He hadn’t even realized that he had shot his own load, while taking Zac’s. His hand moved down, to touch the cum splatter, as his racing heart began to slow down. His eyes closed briefly, as he touched the dried cum on his chest, as he felt the exhaustion creeping in. His whole body was exhausted, as he opened his eyes, to see the posters on the wall.

Brian stared at the far wall, at the closed door of his bedroom. Off in the distance, he could still hear his sister nattering on the phone, as he looked down at his still heaving chest. It had felt so real, as he stared at the cum all over his body. Brian felt himself shake, felt the tremors inside begin to weaken, as he realized that he had been imagining it all. He shook his head, as he tried to relax, to regain his composure. It had been so real, as if it really had been Zac’s cock inside.

Looking down, he noticed his blue medium dildo was resting between his legs. That explained how it had felt so real, but as he leaned back on his pillow, he still couldn’t get the images out of his head. How powerful Zac had looked, naked. How big his cock was, and better than that, how it would look tomorrow night.

He grinned, as he stared at the dildo. Tomorrow night, he was taking his sister and Zac to the beach, where he would be able to see a damn sight more, than he had managed to, tonight. Zac had asked him, if he’d mind driving them to the beach, so they could have a midnight picnic. It was supposed to be a full moon, too. Brian hadn’t given his sister time to refuse either, agreeing almost too quickly.

Zac had looked at him a bit strange, then grinned as he said ‘it’s a date then’ which made Brian chuckle a bit. It had pissed his sister off, until Zac had turned to her, kissing her, preventing any possible objection. As his eyes closed, he wondered if Zac would try a different position, or would he stick to the missionary position?

25Jun

On The Run (6)

On The Run

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (6)

It had been hours since Bobby Rae had left him alone in the cabin. The fire had died down quickly, and he huddled by the dwindling embers, wrapped in a blanket. He knew he needed to keep himself warm, for the trek to the Mountains. Least he had a destination, but more importantly, he had outside help.

Since this whole nightmare began, he felt like he stood a chance. He still wasn’t sure why so many were after him, and he sure hoped Old Roy would find out. Least then he’d know. It was the not knowing, that was perhaps the worst. It made you unsure who to trust, or how far to trust those who you did.

He should be used to that though, but then again maybe not. After all most around where he lived knew about him, knew he was Gay. While some bitched about it, some called him out, least he knew where they stood. The others, well they didn’t seem to care either way, but his friends, the one’s he relied on, they had always stood up for him.

Mind you he had been wrong about the Sherrif, and Bobby Rae too. He still could feel the dull ache in his ass, from that pounding. Gawd, how he had wanted to scream out, to have him stop. Good thing he didn’t, but still, the way he had pounded him, no way he wasn’t into it. He had to be, and not the way he said.

Still, he could think of that some other time. Now he needed to get ready, to begin doing things the right way, so as to keep out of the clutches of the Feds. Man, the one thing he hated more than the Preacher or some of the so called elite of the town, was the Feds. Politics hadn’t been his thing, though he knew his folks had been a bit political. They were always at the town meetings, always handing out flyers or writing letters.

His Father was a simple man, who did his work but he took an interest in the place. He wasn’t the kind who tended to the crop, then sat around. Both he and his mother had always been out, visiting and talking. Maybe it was that which Bobby Rae had meant, or maybe it was something else.

He wished he had asked more questions, but it was enough that he was getting help. Least, he thought that it was. Still, Sheriff Roy was a crafty old man. Maybe it was a set up? Maybe he just wanted to torment him some, before hauling him off to the Feds? It was possible, but then again, it didn’t really suit the guy. He might be a stickler for some things, but he was known for being honest. His Father had always told him that, yet he still felt a bit hesitant.

It was a natural instinct, for hunters, to stalk their prey, to wear them out before making the final attack. He learned that but never really thought about it. Yet he thought about it now, as he waited for the darkness to fully come, to give him the chance to make his way to the river, then upstream to the Mountains, and hopefully sanctuary.

Yet if he was being stalked, if it was a trap, he would be too tired, to exhausted to put up a fight, even if he did have ways to make his capture costly. The knife that Bobby Rae gave him, for example. It was designed for hunting men, not animals. It was a close quarter’s weapon, one he knew how to use.

A lot of things were going thru his mind, as he waited. If only his Father had told him more, hell if only he was still alive to help him, to guide him. Maybe he could make it, but as he grew a bit depressed, he tried to snap out of it. One thing he couldn’t afford was self pity, Bobby Rae was right on that too. He needed to have his wits about him, not the kind that got him laid either, but the one’s that let him survive.

Being gay, he knew of how to survey a situation, how to get a feeling for people, so as to avoid risking a confrontation. In some ways, being different, had given hi a sixth sense, and while he was not 100% convinced of Bobby Rae, he felt like he had been telling him the truth. That it wasn’t a set up, that people were helping.

Like that time with Trent. He always had liked him, but never really got close to him, not like he did with Rick and Ron. He wished he had tried though, but then all the signs said NO. The guy had shaggy hair, that gave him a really hot look. The way it hid his eyes, made him look a bit mysterious.

He was on the football team too, so he wasn’t one of those super skinny dudes. Trent could move too, as in running. The way he would pump those legs at times, as he jogged around the countryside. It was a thrill to just watch that, and to imagine what he would be like in the sack. One of TJ’s favourite pastimes, to daydream about some of the guys he had grown up with.

Thing about Trent, was he was all guy. He liked to have his bit of fluff with him most of the time, which told TJ that he was a possible. When guys were always showing off, it usually meant they were possible lays. It was their way of proving they were guys, not sissy boys. Still, it could also be because they were horny, and he had enjoyed watching a few of the guys making out.

It was one reason he paid such good attention to the bush lessons his Father gave him. It stood him in good stead, for sneaking up and watching some of the shenanigans that went on in the bush. Some of them were so easy to follow, and watch. Like Elijah who was always up by the old mill. The guy loved to bring his girl up there, make her climb the steep hill and then clear some leaves, before settling down to some old fashioned humping.

He was cute, but not his type. TJ smiled, as he thought about Trent, about Elijah, and some of the others. He wondered if they were out hunting him too? If Elijah was with the Feds, well he didn’t think he had anything to worry about. The guy was all left feet in the bush, and the noise he made, man it would scare off a deaf deer, never mind what it would do to a one that could hear.

Trent on the other hand, would be a challenge. He came from a long line of backwoods folks. Had even grown up near the tree line, just where the main farming lands ended. And he ran daily through them, and he was good. TJ had tried following him, even trying to see if he could head him off, but the guy could move. Not just in speed, but in being quiet too.

That worried him a bit, but he felt his chest relax, as he realized, he had bested him. He had managed to get ahead of him, to find out why he ran in the woods so often. It gave him a bit of a warm feeling too, because while he had never chased Trent, he knew exactly what he was like, naked.

To say he was a stud would be an understatement. The guy was hung, definitely bit bigger than average. He had a real nice penis, which always got TJ a bit excited. Plus, Trent was one of those moaners, who when he stroked himself, would moan and twist around. Man it had been fun watching him, and better, Trent never knew.

So, he could survive, but he’d have to start thinking, not let himself get lazy, or forget what was at stake. Just like when he had made up his mind to stalk Trent, to find out why he kept running through the bushes. It was just like that, when he became all serious, and planned his every move, so as to avoid being caught.

Last thing he wanted was for Trent to catch him. If he had, it would have gotten ugly, and he really didn’t want to have to think about marring that face of his. The way his nose was just perfect, and the lips, so full, so desirable. Last thing he wanted was to have to land a few hard bare punches on them. He’d much rather be kissing them.

Just like then, he’d have to start thinking about his plan, about how he would move, where, and all of that. Just like he had scouted the trail that Trent took, to figure out where would be a good spot to lay in wait, to follow from. Now he’d have to figure out the river, where to find good spots that would give him cover during the day.

As if to emphasize it, he heard the distant sounds of something in the air, and he knew it was a helicopter. The way it’s noise was so different from a plane, as it sliced through the air. He tensed up, as it grew a bit louder, until he heard it pass away. He sighed, as he realized he had past one more test. He hadn’t rushed out, to run, but had kept still, kept his wits about him.

It had taken him nearly two weeks, before he had found a spot that was near the path Trent always took. He had scouted the whole route, noting the paths, the roughness of the trail, until he came upon the one spot, that showed signs of use. It was a small clearing, just to one side of the pathway. There was dead grass there, as if it had died from being flattened too many times. It puzzled him, but as he had surveyed the area, he noted how isolated it was.

If you wanted to do something, like rest or take a piss, it was a great spot. No one could sneak up on you without you hearing them come. It was hidden so that if you were perfectly still, a person could come past on the path and not even notice you. TJ had thought it odd that it looked so well used, then he began to do his math.

He figured out how long it took Trent to enter the woods, then leave. Keeping notes of the times, he realized that on certain days, Trent always took longer to make his way through the woods. That wasn’t normal, and given his already suspicion that Trent was up to something in the woods, well it made him even more curious.

Like he had been taught, he took care to scout out the terrain. He knew the river, knew the path to the mountains, like it was the back of his hand. There were good spots for him to lay over and rest, some a bit of a stretch from a previous lair, others a bit close, but he had ten days or so Bobby Rae had said. There would be no sense in rushing, and as he sat there, he made a mental note of the spots that would be good for resting.

Counting it up, he knew he’d need about eight days at most, to make it to where he had to go. That would give him some cover, plus it would also not tax his strength too much. While he felt he could trust Bobby Rae, he wasn’t going to arrive at the cave, and be unable to defend himself.

Just like he had taken a whole day to come up with a way to explain why he was in the woods, if Trent caught him. He had found a perfect spot that would let him view the clearing, and the path. It was ideal for him, where he could stretch out, and watch. Yet if Trent did spot him, he needed a plan.

In scouting the area out, he had noticed that a few spots had some good mushrooms growing around. It gave him his alibi. He’d make sure he had some nearby, so that he could explain his presence. He also made sure his spot was well flattened down too, to further give his alibi some credence, as to being a spot he used often, to rest after doing some mushroom picking.

He had it all worked out, and when finally ready to put his plan into action, he knew it would work. All the details had been attended to, now he would find out exactly what it was that football hero Trent did in the woods. From his scouting, he knew that Trent always took longer to go through the woods on Monday. There were other days, but Monday was a regular one. He always took longer, so as the next Monday approached, he got himself ready.

That first Monday had been quite an eye opener for him. He had figured that Trent would stop and do something like smoke a joint or something. It had been a hell of a surprise when he had watched him come along the path, barely audible. That had surprised him a bit, but then when he had come up to where the clearing was, his actions had made him tense up.

TJ had expected him to check to see if anyone was nearby, but the way Trent had moved, showed how nervous he was, how cautious too. The way he would walk up and down the path, peering into the woods, sniffing even. Man it was a bit uncanny, and TJ had felt himself sweating, wondering if Trent would spot him. There was one brief moment when he thought he would, but it passed.

Watching, he saw Trent carefully make his way to the little clearing, and to TJ’s surprise, he watched him get onto his knees, and suddenly pull his shorts down. His eyes bulged as he saw the hard dick, and how Trent stared down at it. The way his eyes seemed to suddenly sparkle, as he checked his own boner out.

The sudden show had made his own dick stiffen, but he kept himself still, wondering what the fuck was going on. Was Trent waiting for someone else? Maybe his latest squeeze would show up, but as he cocked his head to listen, there was no other sounds indicating anyone was coming.

He couldn’t believe it, as he watched Trent lick his fingers, then slowly run them along his hard dick. It was almost as if the guy was going to jerk off, which he was. At that time, he wasn’t sure, believing Trent was doing drugs not jacking himself off. After all, Trent could have any girl in town, anytime, so why would he find a secluded spot, to jack off? Didn’t make sense, but he was rather enjoying the show.

How Trent moved his fingers along the top of his taut dick, how it shook to his touch, how the muscles in his thighs quivered. TJ could see it all, from where he lay. It was uncomfortable, thanks to his own stiff dick, but he didn’t move a muscle.

His eyes were glued to Trent. To how his fingers moved up and down the top of the shaft, then circled underneath, to cup the balls. He got a good look at them, then. It was like looking at perfection, as he stared at the two round eggs in Trent’s open palm. How the hand held them, then slowly closed around them, to squeeze them.

Trent’s head tilted backwards a bit, and TJ was pretty certain he was licking his lips, as his other hand now moved to take hold of his cock. How it grasped the shaft, wrapping all of the fingers around the blood gorged pole, gave him a bit of a quiver. He felt his legs vibrate a bit, as he watched Trent move his one hand along the shaft, the other squeezing the balls.

It was then that he heard him, the soft moan that didn’t stop, but only got a bit louder as the hand moved faster along the shaft. The sound mixed with the birds chirping, the wind rustling through the trees, was amazing. He could still hear it now, as he looked out the window, seeing the darkness growing thicker.

TJ licked his lips, as he remembered how Trent’s voice had sounded, as he had stroked himself. The way it would sort of just sing out, like a chant that rose and dropped at points. His voice had a huskiness to it. Yet he couldn’t help but notice how the whole body also moved, shook as the hand began to stroke faster.

His eyes had bulged open as Trent’s had become nothing but a blur. The way it moved up and down that pole, how his whole body seemed to rock, and the moaning became louder almost made him want to grab hold of his own dick, and stroke it. He didn’t, because he knew Trent would hear him, but he almost risked it, that day.

It was that discipline he needed to hold onto now, as he thought about how it had felt to watch Trent jerk off, to watch him and see how his body moved, gauging when he would shoot. That helped keep his own hands still, as he watched the mouth, the lips tighten, then the facial muscles tighten too, and TJ knew it would be anytime soon.

He moved his eyes downwards, to watch the blurred hand working the dick, waiting for that final moment. The moaning became louder, and he licked his own lips, as he waited for that sign, for that spurt to happen. TJ recalled how his own body had tightened up, how every muscle in his body was taut. How he held his eyes open, afraid to even blink, for wanting to not miss that moment.

Thinking about it now, he realized how close he had come to missing it. Yet he had caught it, just as he had hoped. The sun had shone through, a ray catching that milky white liquid stream as it spurted through Trent’s clenched fist. He had seen it as it flew out, and as he heard the moan change its tempo.

He could hear his shallow breathing as well, as he watched that stream splatter far away. It was an amazing stream of cum, one he wished was hitting the back of his throat, instead of being wasted on the ground. How Trent’s whole body had shook, how his bones were sticking out, the muscles wrapped so tightly around them. TJ could see it all, as Trent shot his load.

The second and third pop was no less impressive. TJ couldn’t believe how much spunk the guy could shoot, nor how good of a view he had of it all. If only he could reach down, to grab his own dick, he knew he would cum too. Still, there was time enough for that once Trent left, plus now that he knew what went on, he also knew where he would be come next Monday.

As he watched Trent slowly relax, and lean forward, he saw how he reached down, and wiped a drop of his spent cum off his cock head. Looking on, he saw him put the finger with the cum up to his face, where he looked at it, then licked it clean. He could see Trent’s face, see the pleasure he was getting from it. If only that was his dick, he thought, as Trent stood up, his cock still semi hard.

Trent looked around a bit, then pulled his shorts back up, and it was suddenly like he hadn’t even missed a beat. He was off on the trail, moving down the pathway. As he heard the feet hit the ground, he couldn’t help but notice how light they sounded, how quickly their sound dissipated as well.

TJ had lain there for nearly ten minutes, before moving. His legs had cramped up, but all he could think of was Trent and his dick, at how he had stared at it, before jerking himself off. His own hand had his pants undone, and his own cock was sticking up in the air. He didn’t listen, or look around, but he quickly wrapped his hand around it, and felt the warmth, felt the blood pulsing through it.

His chest hurt, as he felt his body buck, then as his hand moved down the hard pole, his legs twitched, his toes tried to curl up, as he moved up the shaft. He had been right, it wouldn’t have taken him much effort, as he felt his balls release their precious fluid. He felt it rushing through his body, felt his whole body tremble.

He had never shot so much, or so hard, before. The image of Trent, of how his cum had spurted through his clenched fist, only made him ache even more. The way the muscles in his stomach had contracted, at how he could see them tighten under the golden flesh, made his own body grow hard.

The waves of pleasure were already travelling up and down his spine, before he realized he was cumming. His fingers were covered in his sticky cum, as he felt himself arch up, then fall back to the hard ground. His chest ached, as he felt his body drain totally of all fluids. The pain in his legs were intense, as the muscles finally released. His heart was thundering, as he felt the cum between his fingers start to dry in the warm air.

TJ looked up, saw how dark it had suddenly become. With a start, he realized it was time to leave the cabin, to begin his journey to the Cave. He quickly stood up, and pushed his pants down and off. Grabbing the Vaseline, he worked it up his legs, and as he coated his dick, the image of Trent flashed once more before him.

His hand stopped, quivering a bit, as he though about jerking off. The grease of the Vaseline would make it quick, but he also knew he couldn’t afford to do it. It simply wasn’t practical to jerk off now, but it would be a thought to hold onto, for when he made his first rest stop, before daylight. He could indulge himself then, if he wasn’t too tired.

He pulled his underwear and pants up, and sat down to put on the socks and boots. His face was set in a frown, as he listened for any strange noises, any indication that anyone was near by. He had managed to sneak up on Trent, and was damned if he’d let anyone do it to him.

Where only Beautiful Boys are shown

6Nov

Story – Stragglers

Stragglers

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

For the last month or so, Gregg had been taking the old forest road home. It was less crowded, and while longer in distance, it was considerably shorter in time to get from downtown to his home. He also noticed that as he drove past the heavy growth of trees and brush, that a group of cyclists would be pedalling along the shoulder of the road, and he always slowed down.

The sight of those firm young buttocks upraised, as they pedalled along was a good end of work day vision. It was amazing how no matter the weather, this group of teenagers would be out cycling along the road. Their legs churning as they raced each other.

At first he figured they were young kids, as he rarely got a view of their faces, but lately he had seen them turn to stare at him driving by. He doubted they were any younger than seventeen or eighteen. Hell one looked like he was in his early twenties, judging by the growth of hair on his face.

On occasion he could hear them yelling at each other, talking, and from the bits of words he judged them to be from the private college that had opened up last year. It was some religious order, that had bought the land and set up a college. It was open to anyone, but it was funded by some Religious Order that had raised a few eyebrows among the community.

Watching them pedal so hard, reminded him of his days going to the old High School that was now the centre of the new college. Course that was years ago, before he had gotten so old. Being in his mid thirties, he felt like an old fart. Going to work every morning at the same time, coming home at the same time, seemed so boring. When he had been like those bicyclists, he rarely got home at the same time. He used to stay late, playing catch, talking, or just riding like hell as these kids seemed to do.

He couldn’t help but call them kids, even if they were in the last years of their teens. Working at his daily grind had jaded him, or made him feel his age more than he should. Living alone was part of the problem, the other was that the local gay bar had closed. Well not closed totally, but had opened itself up to non gays. It no longer was his safe place, where he knew the guys drinking were the same as him.

It wasn’t like there were fights or such, but it did make one a bit more cautious about sending some hunk a drink. You just couldn’t be sure if he was gay or just slumming it. There were a few you could tell, but the notion that all Gays were flamers just wasn’t true. His last fling, a teacher actually, was also the athletic director at the University. The guy was no flamer, not with that deep voice, or that build.

Okay so he was horny, shoot him. It just wasn’t all that easy to find a good fling these days. Plus, seeing those hot tight butts shaking and staring at him every night was rather exciting. He found himself looking forward to the drive home, to the point where he even turned the radio down once he hit that stretch of road. Just so he could have no distractions as he drove past.

There were a few rather hot guys in the group. They always seemed to be near the end of the procession, always talking with each other. In fact, he noticed they had longer hair than the rest, and were always dressed in ordinary clothes. That meaning they weren’t wearing black pants with white shirts. They wore jeans, different colored shirts, which set them apart from the others.

The red head seemed to be the leader too, and he was always tossing his head back, and had one of the most seductive smiles Gregg had ever seen. It made his whole face light up, and the other two seemed to always be grinning. The rest of the group seemed so stern looking, as if they were off on some mission. When there was laughter, it seemed to always come from the three young men, and the loud voices seemed to always be theirs. It was like the others were zombies, or so focused on their cycling, they didn’t have time for talk.

Driving along the road now, he spotted the group up the way. He slowed down, because a few days earlier he had noticed that at one point, the three stragglers had veered off, and taken an old path into the forest. He knew the place well, having cycled inside the forest grove all through his youth. It had been once the grounds for a huge mansion, long since gone. But the land had been left to the town, to be kept as a undeveloped forest.

The track of trees was quite extensive and wound its way in a giant oval. While it looked dense, it really wasn’t. There were a ton of paths inside, not to mention small little clearings invisible from the paths or the roadway. It was in one of those clearings, near the path the stragglers had taken, that Gregg had lost his virginity. He had found memories of that time, when life wasn’t about time clocks, or sales quotas.

His eyes watched the three, and suddenly the redhead had veered off. He was pedalling hard, and behind him were the other two. They were standing up, pedalling as fast as their legs could pump, and in less than a second, they were into the forest. They had chosen a good spot, because the road turned inwards for a bit, so that you really couldn’t see that far behind you without being blocked by thick ancient trees and their branches. It was a perfect spot to ditch anyone ahead, which made Gregg curious.

Knowing the place so well, he pulled into a small driveway, where he parked his car. It was hidden from the road, as he made his way silently towards the clearing he remembered so well. It still gave him a tingle, to think of those summer days when he and Seth had ditched their other friends, to do some ‘exploring’, as Seth had called it. Naturally it was to have sex, and frankly he wished for those times again.

No commitment, no worries. Just hop off the bikes, and drop the pants. Nothing to make it awkward or embarrassing either. The clearing was always in shadows, and yet the way the sun would sparkle through, made the sex even that much more enjoyable. The danger of being seen too, now that was a rush. Seth liked it the most, but he had to admit, the notion that someone could be in the bushes watching, well it always made him harder.

He moved quietly, knowing exactly how to follow the path, without stepping on dried leaves or twigs. It was part of the fun he used to have with Seth. One would agree to be in the clearing, the other would have to sneak up on him. If you were heard, you were the bottom, if you got in without being heard, you got to be the top. Gregg liked being the top, specially considering how nice of an ass he had. Gregg could still jerk off to those memories, those thoughts of that milky white skin, upraised, waiting for him to penetrate.

Gregg stopped for a moment, adjusted the hard lump in his pants, and listened. He could hear a sort of chorus of grunts, groans, and smiled. He had been right, they were in the clearing, and better, they sounded like they were using it for the same purpose he and Seth had used it for.

Moving slower, he came to a special group of bushes. He stopped, listening to the louder sounds now, identifying them of youth engaged in sex. There was no mistaking that sound, that sound of flesh banging into flesh, the grunts as someone tried to hold their position, the moans of someone enjoying whatever was happening.

Slowly he came to the tree. It was the one he had used many times, to spy on Seth, before jumping out and surprising him. Then to take his reward. He smiled, wondering where Seth had gotten to. Would be nice to rekindle old memories, as he leaned to one side, to stare off into the clearing.

He saw backside of one, who was standing slightly off to one side. He had his pants down around his ankles, and was obviously stroking his cock. He was watching his two friends, one of whom was bend over, grapping at his ankles. His pants lay at his feet, and behind him, almost directly opposite was the Redhead.

His hair was flying in all directions, as he moved in and out. Gregg licked his lips as he took it all in, watching the one bent over tossing his head up, every now and then. His face was constricted, and he looked in pain, but his grunts said otherwise. He was biting his lower lip, and every few seconds would lift his head up, to peer up and over his shoulder at his friend.

The redhead was pounding the ass hard. He could see his hips moving in a blur. The pants were at his ankles, the hair on his legs growing less noticeable as his eyes moved downwards.

Glancing up, he saw the face. The eyes seemed so full of fire, his breathing laboured, as his body seemed to move in and out like a jack hammer. He could see one hand stretched out, taking hold of the bent over teenager’s shoulder. His hands were holding him from flying forward, as he drove his cock into him.

Looking at the one jerking off, he saw how his hand was moving fast and furious. His chest was heaving, as he stared at his two friends. Every now and then he would shuffle over, grab the hair of the one bent over, lift it up and push his hips forward. He did that a few times, hard too, judging by the groans as the kid took the cock into his mouth.

He would reach around, to play with his own ass, as he drove his body forward, into his friend’s mouth. The cheeks looked so firm, so white, that it made him suck in his own breath, as he watched. Gregg could hear them, as they moved. The redhead was muttering something about ‘take it bitch, take it all’ and the guy in front, was moaning something like ‘suck it, suck it derrick’ and the sounds. They were making Gregg feel very warm, as he heard the gurgling sound of the kid sucking.

His eyes stared at the clenched ass cheeks, at the rather nicely shaped balls that dangled between the legs. He saw the soft look of the skin, as the boy’s hips pushed in and out. Yet he couldn’t help but notice the redhead. The way his hair flowed, and how he wiped it out of the way. He was clearly enjoying his time being a top, just as he had with Seth.

Gawd, the way he would pound Seth’s ass. The way he would slap it, just as the redhead was doing every now and then. Only difference was that he and Seth didn’t have someone else there, to share the fun with. It was just the two of them, enjoying the pleasure of each other’s young bodies. The way Seth would moan, and how he would tell him to shut up, fearing someone would be watching. Seth ignoring him, moaning louder at times, or how he would literally scream as he shot his load.

Everything he was watching now, reminded him of Seth, of his skinny arms, as they held onto his ankles, while he pounded the ass. He would drive his cock deep into him, taking it nearly out each time, then back in as hard as he could. Just like the redhead was doing, he would hold onto Seth’s shoulder, hold him from flying forward, from falling to the ground from the hard thrusts of his body.

Closing his eyes, he could hear Seth now, hear him pleading with him to go slower, to not fill his ass so hard, so much. He always ignored it, because soon Seth would be begging him to go faster, to drive his ass harder, to split him, to put it all inside of him, and then shortly after, he would feel it. The pain in his balls would grow, he would feel them tighten, and then explode.

His body would shake, as his cum would be starting its journey up to his cock. Gregg would cry out then, pulling back and reaching down with one hand to rip the condom off. Always just in time, he would hear it snap off, the plastic ripping, as he cock would rear back, then rush forward, spewing its thick cream. Gregg would aim it, actually hold its throbbing shaft, feeling his whole body tremble to the final explosion.

Most of the time he would never see it land. His eyes would be shut, but he would see strobes of lights, all shapes and colors, as his body released its load. Other times, he would open them, in time to see the last shot of his cum splatter against the Seth’s quivering cheeks. He would see the milky cum hit the skin, then slowly spread outwards. He would see  the body flinch as the cum hit, hear Seth moan, as his cum trickled down his skin.

Gregg looked up, and as he did, he felt, then heard the twig snap under his foot. Glancing over at the three boys, he saw them suddenly grow still. The boy jerking off, held his cock and turned around, looking in the opposite direction than where he was standing. The boy bent over had his head lifted up, looking towards the bushes to Gregg’s left.

The redhead was looking straight at him. His eyes were narrow, and his body was still pressed into the other’s. His eyes were searching, as he suddenly seemed to find Gregg. It was a fleeting glance as the eyes moved away, then suddenly began to come back. Gregg ducked away, behind the tree, his heart pounding as he tried to hear what was going on.

With his heat feeling like it was in his mouth, he peered back around the tree trunk, from the other side. He saw the redhead leaning back, he was bending down, picking up his pants. The one who had been bent over was pulling his pants up as well. The brunette, the one who had been jerking off, was already dressed. He held his bike up, looking around as he waited for his friends.

They moved quickly, as finally the three were astride of their bicycles. The redhead told them to move, and they stood up, heading away, while the redhead waited for a second. He looked around, and at the tree again, but didn’t linger, as he began to cycle forward. He stood up, his butt cheeks showing, filling Greg’s eyes with more thoughts of Seth, when he noticed the redhead turn and look back to the clearing. He had a huge grin on his face, the same type of grin Seth would get, when he had made Gregg think someone had been watching. It was amazing, as he watched them cycle off, pulling his hand from out under his pants. It was sticky from his cum, as he slowly made his way back to the car.

He felt rather happy, as he turned back onto the road and face down the street. Soon he came to the far end, where he spotted the group of cyclists nearing the point where they would turn off to head back, where he would turn away to head home. As he came along the road, he saw the three cyclists come out from the forest, just behind the main group. He could see the redhead in the lead and as he passed the three, signaling to turn away, the redhead turned towards him.

Gregg saw the twinkle in his eyes, as he grinned and nodded his head, ever so slightly, before turning back to meet up with the group ahead. His legs were pumping, but he swayed his hips from side to side a bit more than normal, making Gregg smile, and determined to leave work a bit earlier tomorrow.

27Jun

Fiction – The Watcher

The Watcher

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

Terry looked at his watch and then the array of monitors set in front of his desk. He was feeling annoyed as time grew closer to when the early morning occupants would soon be arriving and he hadn’t been able to enjoy his after midnight jerk off. It was all the fault of that new tenant up on the 10th floor of the building.

While his brooding eyes scanned the monitors for any sign of life, his hand reached down to push his cock to one side. He was horny and was itching to relieve the ache, but he couldn’t chance it as long as Richard was still prowling the building. The guy wasn’t bad looking for an older guy, and he did have a rather interesting build to him, but that was as far as it got with Terry.

Richard Longtree was the new tenant, a consultant was all that he knew. He had taken up the three empty offices and foyer on the 10th,  where he was looking now. All he could see was the lit reception area where he had hoped to see more. Like Longtree leaving but instead it was empty. Sort of like his own existence as he sat back in the chair, wishing for some excitement.

Terry was only 25 but he had been working the night shift here for 3 years now. No one else wanted the job of staying awake guarding a relatively empty office building from midnight to 8am. Still he found it interesting at times, like when that old fart up on the 18th who showed up every Thursday night with a couple of hot young men.

Couple of times Terry had seen one or two sneaking out of the office to use the washrooms, stark naked, which had helped his midnight whack off sessions. The guy was a jerk, but he did have good taste in men. Still he had to admit, for action and putting on a show, the guy was rather boring. Compared to the photographer who had the 5th floor, who always seemed to have something going on, and didn’t really hide it either. Hell the guy was also a good tipper, but scantily clad women just wasn’t Terry’s thing as he continued to glance across the various screens.

He flipped a few switches and looked a bit closer at the monitors that covered the underground parking. Sometimes a few would sneak in when late night tenants left. They could put on a good show too, unless they were prowling. Then he usually just called the cops to deal with it, but for the most part he just watched.

The building was in an older part of town, and lots of street people seemed to be around at night. Most were old and he generally chased them off. Besides they would relieve themselves in the corners, which really pissed him off. He was the one who generally had to clean  it up, so he tried to not give them the chance. Then there were the college kids that would sneak in from the little community college nearby.

Now those generally sneaked in with their dates. They weren’t there to prowl, but to do some good old fashioned humping which always gave him a bit of fun. He would smirk too, at how some of the girls hadn’t a clue on how to suck a guy off either. That would always give him a bit of a chuckle and he had to admit, some of those guys were hot.

Looking over the monitors, he couldn’t help but recall the time he spotted two guys sneak in. At first he thought they might be street kids looking to find a quick score, but that quickly changed. The taller one grabbed the shorter one as soon as they were inside, and pulled him off to the side, almost invisible from the security cameras, but not totally. He was surprised as he saw the tall kid reach around and kiss the shorter one.

His cock got immediately hard as he adjusted the monitor to zoom in. The lighting wasn’t the best, but he could see the features better. He noticed that the short one had a curly mop of red hair and was shedding his coat while still kissing the taller one. It was certainly a rather hard kiss and he couldn’t help but notice that the taller one was groping the redhead’s ass pretty hard.

Terry could feel his own excitement as he fine tuned the camera to catch all the action. He licked his lips as he watched the redhead sink down to his knees and tug at the taller guy’s pants. He couldn’t see clearly enough, but he knew exactly what was happening. His groin began to ache as he squinted, trying to catch a glimpse of the exposed body.

It amazed him that they would even be there, given how cold it was out that night, but it didn’t seem to stop them. He saw the redhead’s moving in and out from the taller boy’s groin. It was friggin frustrating to watch, because he couldn’t see shit. He watched groping his own cock as the redhead kept sucking and then Terry got his break. The little one pulled his head back and reached his hand out to grab at the taller one’s cock. In that moment he saw the hard pole jutting out and he almost cried out.

The fucking thing was huge, even from his vantage point. It had a small little bend in it just past the head and he could see the head of it. Fuck it was huge, he had thought, wondering how the redhead had been able to gobble it all up in his mouth. The kid must be good at giving head, and he watched as the kid started to lick the hard pole. He was able to see more of the huge dick and felt his own hand pulling on his cock.

He was enjoying watching the redhead move. His head would twist around as he licked the hard pole, going all the way to lick at the root and pubic hairs. He would slide the cock shaft along his mouth and then suddenly pop it into his mouth. He liked that and hated it too. After all he wanted to see it. Still the way the redhead sucked and stroked the cock was a show he was enjoying.

Terry found his own cock exposed, as he leaned closer to the monitor, ignoring the rest of the screens. He tried to zoom in more and had some success, as he could see a bit better. The way the kid sucked was amazing, and he could feel the lust through the camera shot. The taller kid was starting to gyrate his hips while his hands held onto the redhead’s shoulders, then head.

No mistaking that things were going fast either. The taller kid has his head tilted back more than not. His hands were gripping at the redhead’s curls, tugging on them even. The redhead seemed to not notice, as his head was a blur, moving along the long shaft, the odd pink of his tongue showing as he licked at the thick shaft.

His own hand was stroking his cock fast. He could feel his breath growing shallow as his eyes stared at the scene in front. His body was shaking as he watched the redhead suck. It was unbelievable at how one second he could see the cock, then it would disappear deep into the redhead’s throat. It must have made him gag but he obviously knew how to handle it.

The feeling in his groin had been intense as he watched the redhead suddenly slow down. He was moving his head in and out, and the taller kid was shaking. His hands were pulling the redhead’s hair, but he was still keeping a slow pace. Then it picked up in a rush and he saw the kneeling kid’s hands reach up to grab at the taller one’s hips.

His imagination was good, and he was certain he could feel the strength of the grip that the redhead was applying to the taller kid. It had to hurt but he doubted if he would notice. His shallow breathing became more like a pant as he watched the taller boy start to tremble. The head suddenly tossed back on the shoulders, and the motion stopped.

The redhead had his head buried hard into the groin of the taller guy. He could see him shake a little and Terry knew that the tall kid was shooting his load. His hand moved in a blur as he brought himself to that same point. He felt the hot sticky cum flowing between his fingers as the tall kid pulled the redhead right into his groin. He could see the small indentations of the muscles contracting on the exposed thighs. He almost thought he could feel it as he watched the hips shoot out, and he wished he could hear the obvious scream of pleasure. The tall kids mouth was wide open, and Terry knew he had to be screaming.

It was over before he knew it. The redhead was now standing up and kissing the tall kid again. Terry knew that he was sharing the cum with him that had filled his mouth. He wiped his own mouth, tasting his own dried cum as he watched them hold each other, kissing. Terry wished he had a mike on the camera, so he could applaud or maybe even get an encore?

He hadn’t realized how much that memory had meant to him either. He stared down at the array of monitors to notice that the lights were off on the 10th and he quickly tried to stuff his spent cock back into his pants. Christ, all he needed was for the new guy to see him half undressed, whacking off to nothing but a memory.

Still he wouldn’t mind if Longtree spotted him. After all, the guy had a nice build, and as he thought about it, he could feel his cock stiffening again. He was feeling horny again, wondering if those two would ever find their way back. Maybe they would do a little more next time he thought, as the elevator opened and out walked the new guy.

Terry’s mouth dropped open as he realized that Longtree wasn’t alone. Right next to him was a familiar face. The small curly haired boy from the other night was with him and as he passed, heading towards the parking garage elevators, he turned to Terry and smiled. It was almost as if he knew that he had been recognized. Impossible but the strange glint in Longtree’s eyes also made him pause.

His pants were zipped up but as the two entered the elevator, Terry quickly turned to bring up the parking garage cameras onto the main screens. His hand was already pulling his cock out, as he watched the older man and redhead emerge from the 2nd floor elevator bank. The redhead was leaning next to Longtree, who had his arm around the smaller boy’s shoulder. They were walking very slowly, almost as if they knew.

He kept watching as they walked to the lone parked car. Longtree pulled out something, and he saw the taillights flash. Terry watched as Longtree reached out and squeezed the redhead’s butt cheeks. The firm looking cheeks shook as the redhead turned and reached out with his one hand, to grope at Longtree’s crotch.

It was all making him super horny, as his hand was stroking his cock, when the boy moved away, looked over his shoulder then moved to get into the car on the other side. Terry watched as Longtree followed the boy with his head, then he turned to open the driver’s side door. Before he stepped in he turned his head up and over his own shoulder, to stare directly at the spot where the surveillance camera was located.

Terry saw him grin at the camera, almost as if he knew that Terry was watching. Still smiling he got into the car and started it up. As he backed the car out, the window seemed to roll down and once more Terry could see Longtree’s face. Despite that look, all Terry could think about, was how that redhead had taken that huge cock into his mouth. He wondered if Longtree was also that big, as his hand continued to stroke at his cock.

As his hand stroked the shaft, he felt rather happy. After all, not often he got to whack off twice in a night.

20Jun

Fiction – Maximum Refresh Rate

Maximum Refresh Rate

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

Rodney quickly turned on the computer, tapping his thin tapered fingers while the machine did its thing. He was impatient, as he had slept in a little and hoped he hadn’t missed on the morning pleasures he was used to viewing. There was something about the latest additions to his favourite cam site that made him eager to start the day.

He had been on the verge of cancelling his membership to the site until they brought in Carl to join the other five guys. It was one of those frat type houses or such and their were live feeds from virtually every room of the house, including the broom closet. Strange that one, yet two of the guys actually had used it for some groping, while playing a joke on one of the others.

Thinking about it, he got a bit more excited as the screen flashed and did its ritualistic hiccups before the damn thing was ready for his fondling. Rodney liked to call it that, because frankly it was where he got the best sex, from his computer.

It wasn’t like he was a virgin, just that he found it difficult to meet new people and to get them naked. He wasn’t what you would call an Adonis but then he wasn’t exactly ugly either. Least not in his mind, and so what if he had a bit of a belly hanging, didn’t stop his dick from being seen. Yet many of the ‘yuppies’ at the bar seemed to look down on him, which is one reason why he loved his computer.

On the machine, he didn’t have a beer gut, nor was his hair going balding either. Online he was a virile stud, one that age had no effect on which is how he liked it. Staring at the screen as his browser searched for the cam site, he let his hand reach down and pat his amble belly. It felt cold to the touch, as he licked his thin lips.

Already he was preparing himself for disappointment and yet still hoping that he would catch Carl still in the house. Carl was about mid to late 20’s he thought, even though the site listed him as 21. Somehow he just looked older but damn he had a fine body. The guy had to be over 6foot and yet he didn’t pack the weight either. He looked beefy enough, not a skinny runt or beanpole look. Yet you could sort of tell that he wasn’t one who spent his time working out for hours like the others.

Carl was different from them. He had a morning job then classes at the college in the afternoon. For the most part he also had an evening job so he wasn’t really around much, even on weekends, but when he was, he was hot. Rarely did he walk around the house naked, or in his underwear, but then that was part of his charm. He would generally appear shirtless and in tight jeans. You could really see the bulge when he was aroused, and the thought of undoing those pants, of releasing his dick was very arousing, least for Rodney.

He could feel his hand reaching through the open bath robe he was wearing, and lightly caressing his groin. The mere thought of Carl, sitting in the big armchair, legs drawn up to his chin, his bare feet dangling over the edge made Rodney shiver in anticipation. That was Carl’s standard position in the main room, each morning.

Course that was always after a nice hot shower and some very interesting towelling off. God how he liked watching that every morning and he hoped he hadn’t missed it all. The way Carl would wrap the towel around himself, exposing his groin and always hard dick was most entertaining.

To see that pink flesh encased in a nice soft white towel, the bluish purple head jutting out from the folds, was something that always made Rodney choke a little. If only he could touch it, to let his own tongue run around it and make it grow even more. Now that would be something worth having he thought as he typed in his username and password and clicked on the icon for streaming video connection.

While the tips of his fingers circled his own cock head, he couldn’t help but think of Carl. The guy had a nice cock and it always was enjoyable to see it out and available. He loved the way it looked when soft too, though in all honesty, he had rarely seen it that way. Carl always seemed horny when on camera, which was one more reason Rodney enjoyed him. The guy played it up, obviously, but he didn’t care. The guy was built just right. Well proportioned and sexy too. The way his hair was always neatly trimmed and combed, no fake mousse or joy jel there, thankfully. It was all natural looking and he should know, after all he spent every morning watching Carl groom himself.

The way he would brush his teeth and floss. Not always a pretty site, but it was nice to see that Carl at least took care to not gross too many out, while still maintaining his dental care. The others didn’t bother too much and he wondered how anyone would want to kiss them, given how little attention they paid to their teeth and mouth. Carl at least rinsed his mouth often and that too was rather sexy.

To see him tilt his head back, the Adam’s apple bopping up and down as he gurgled. Then the rinse in the mouth and the head coming down over the sink to spit. It made him horny just thinking about it at times, as the stiffening cock in his hands attested to.

The video player was now up and running and he quickly searched the various cameras, and there he was. Just as he had imagined, sitting in the big armchair. His face looked scrubbed as did his feet. Rodney zoomed the screen and scrolled down to stare at the toes. They kept wiggling while Carl kept reading the paper. It was his daily ritual and Rodney enjoyed the idea of taking those toes in his hands and rubbing them. Then he would bend down to take each one individually into his mouth, to taste and lick them, knowing how it would make Carl groan with pleasure.

Leaning back in his own chair, the image of him and Carl alone together was overpowering. He thought he could smell the shampoo even, but then that was no surprise. He had seen what kind Carl used and now he too used it. It was all part of his fantasy and so what if some might think it strange. After all, it was all that, just a fantasy. Though at times, stroking his own hard cock he wished it would be more.

Rodney wished he could literally be there, to smell Carl after he came home from work. The idea of him undressing Carl, of touching his flesh was always a thought that would get him panting a little. He knew it would never happen, specially when he had written the sites owners and gotten back a terse reply. Still it didn’t daunt him from thinking that one day, he just might meet Carl. Then he’d show him what sex was really like. None of that quick wham bam thank you crap the others practised.

For him he’d take his time, in undressing Carl. Piece by piece he’d get him naked, then slowly lay him out on the bed. He would let his own body nestle against the hot flesh of his Carl, and slowly begin to taste him, to let his tongue travel all along that perfectly toned body.

He would taste it all, from the rough cheeks of Carl’s face to the calloused bottoms of his feet. His tongue would caress and moisten it all, every inch of that young man. His hands would gently move behind, touching and tweaking here and there. No long lingering though but he would insure that each of those rather large nipples would know they had been attended to. Hell, he’d nipple on them even as he knew it made Carl excited.

Just as he knew that Carl loved to have his belly touched and licked. The small little tufts of hair that led to his groin would be matted by his saliva as he would spend extra time licking and caressing around the oblong shaped belly button. To think of licking that and then knowing that just below was heaven itself.

There he would outshine even himself. For there was what made him ache for Carl, to want him so much that he even changed his entire morning schedule just so he could be alone with Carl online. The browser showed not many others were watching, which suited him fine. Besides they didn’t appreciate Carl like he did as he found himself stroking his cock faster with each flicker of his video player.

His eyes grew a bit glassy as he thought about him and Carl, at how he would please him and make him realize that even if Rodney was a bit overweight, it wouldn’t matter. He could see it as he felt his body grow rigid. The way he would slowly let his head move down and nestle on Carl’s flat belly. His eyes turned downwards, to gaze at the manhood that would be sticking up and dripping.

Just to look at it that way would be worth what he had in his bank account he thought. Still he knew he wouldn’t be satisfied until he actually touched and drank from that gorgeous pole that would be standing rigid before his eyes. The thick shaft at the base would need a special touch, that only he could give it.

He would start by licking around it, and moving down so he could gauge how Carl was enjoying it. His hands would gently push open those rather furry legs so he could work his tongue around that thick base. The dark pubic hairs would be well matted down as he would make sure of that. Kissing and licking at the inner thighs would be just the beginning of his worship of the man’s penis.

Letting his imagination run on, Rodney felt the growing thickness of his own cock. His hands were moving faster and his balls began their tell tale ache as he thought more about Carl, about how he would suck on that thick pulsing pole. His tongue would rake the head, then slither down the underside, tasting all of it, and feeling the pulsing vein that always showed when Carl was fully erect.

He felt himself arch upwards, the pain in his groin unbearable as his hands clenched the pole between his legs. His body shook as it jerked upwards and his knees banged up into the metal desk, the computer shaking as his body exploded. The stream of hot sticky cum came flooding out between his fingers as the image of him licking Carl’s own cock began to fade. The smell of his own body, his own man scent permeated the room as he shivered and collapsed back down into the chair.

Rodney’s eyes were watered and he felt totally drained as he stared ahead, not seeing anything. Slowly the flickering of his monitor made him glance downwards, to see an empty armchair. He sighed, knowing that once more his morning ritual had been completed before his fantasy.

One day, he swore, he would hold on until he had completed the dream, had felt all that the fantasy could bring him. Standing up, Rodney headed back to his own bathroom, to shower using Carl’s brand of shampoo, toothpaste and floss. Then he’d dress and head off to work, shutting off his own cameras, leaving the screen blank to those who had watched his morning ritual.

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