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.

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.

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 10^th 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 10^th,  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 18^th 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 5^th 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 10^th 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 2^nd 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.