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Fiction – Yard Sale (pt.3)

Yard Sale

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (3)

The words were said so softly, and Cory’s face was looking everywhere, but at him. His eyes were downcast as well, and he could see how his shoulders sagged, as if he really didn’t expect Garth to believe him. And why should he?

The kid had stolen from him, and okay he had his watch back, even the cash he had given him, but what else had he ripped him off of? Was there other stuff he had stuffed under his jacket, or put in his backpack when he hadn’t been looking? Stuff he’d already sold, which was why he was back, looking for more?

Yet even as he thought it, there was something about Cory, that made him regret his thoughts. The kid had a rough break, a father that obviously was a pig, in the literal sense, and a life that was riddled with hurt, and danger too. No way could living on the streets, without any built in defences, could a kid survive. He had read the papers, he knew how many left home yearly, and how many turned to drugs, to alcohol, or worse.

Somehow, he didn’t want Cory to become one of those statistics, yet he was well on his way. To steal, took nerve, and okay, so he came back with the money. It didn’t erase the fact that he had stolen from him. As good looking as he might be, as desirable as he might be, it wasn’t enough. Least not in his books, but then he did have things easier.

He had a trade, had an ability to fight for himself, to protect himself. Cory, well he doubted if he knew much about any of that, and his chances for being self sufficient was reduced dramatically by his circumstance. No college for him, unless he found a sugar daddy, and then what? Having to pay for his education with his body? Like how was that any better than living on the streets?

I am supposed to believe that?

It’s the truth.

Sorry, but why? You have to do better than that, for me to buy that.

Cory looked up at him then, and he felt his heart skip a few beats. There was no doubt that he was falling for this eighteen year old, not something he was needing right now. Still, he couldn’t help but notice the small tears in the corner’s of his yes, the way his face was all screwed up, as if trying to not cry. He really felt for his circumstances, but the kid had stolen from him.

You didn’t take advantage.

Huh? Advantage? I don’t uh…

I am not dumb, I can see how you looked at me, just like other’s have, but you didn’t try anything, that meant something to me, still does.

He actually thought he had hidden his desire rather well, but obviously there was a lot more to Cory. Maybe he did have what it takes to survive, if he could recognize his look. Still, it didn’t seem to make much sense. Ken sure as fuck wouldn’t think twice about getting what he wanted, and come to think of it, he did use his body just for that purpose.

Was Cory doing the same, but with more finesse?

Garth peered hard at Cory, trying to determine if he was being played for an old fool or not. There was something about Cory that made him want to believe him, to trust him, yet he couldn’t seem to get past the fact, that he had stolen from him.

Wish I could believe that

Would be nice.


Cory looked at him oddly. His eyes were half closed, yet Garth could tell he was staring at him intently. In a way, it made him feel like he was under some microscope, being inspected for flaws. It just felt so odd, that this street kid, a runaway really, would look at him that way, or want to. Yet somehow, he hoped he was passing muster. It made no sense, as he waited for the answer, thinking about Ken, and about how meaningless some relationships could be.

He could be Cory’s father, given the age difference between them, and yet he didn’t think his feelings for Cory were just paternal. Hell, he knew he wanted to bed the kid, from the first time he saw him leaning against the tree in the front yard. Still, he hadn’t made a move on him, even when he knew his circumstances.

In all honesty, it had nagged at him the second Cory had left earlier in the day. It was why he had been so restless, because he knew he was no Saint. He had wanted the kid, to be with him sexually, yet hadn’t tried. Was he that turned off of sex, or did his rejection by Ken keep him from trotting out his rude suggestion line?

Even now, he had thoughts about him, hell, while he had been walking around on edge, he had thought about being on the road, with Cory in tow. That sure as hell would have been something, and as dangerous as hell. After all, what did he know about the kid, other than what he had told him?

Maybe his father was a Cop, maybe not. Maybe he had been tossed out but maybe from being a thief, not being Gay. There was no way for him to find out either, and why did it matter? He couldn’t take him with him, and in the morning he’d be long gone. Why did it matter why he had stolen his watch, shit, it wasn’t like he was going to be with him beyond tonight.

Yet as much as his mind tried to throw up reasons to simply send Cory on his way, something deep inside kept him from doing it. He could have called the police, but hadn’t. He could have tossed the kid out instead of inviting him for coffee. So what the fuck was he doing, trying to convince him of doing what was impossible, unrealistic?

Come on, what’s the reason? Why does it make a difference whether I believe you or not?

You want the truth?

Yes, of course I do.

You won’t believe it.

I’ll decide what I believe or not, come on, quit stalling.

I am not stalling, oh hell, it doesn’t matter anyhow, I am just tired of being thought of as a thing, instead of me, and you, well, you didn’t treat me like thing, some little toy to buy or play with. I just wanted to remember that, to keep hoping.

Hoping for what?

That someone out there would like me, for me, not as some thing, some possession. That is all I was to my parents, something to show off, to parade around. Since then, oh hell, I am just some sex trophy for the pervs, you didn’t make me feel like that, I just wanted to remember that, that is all.

He had heard a few good one’s in his time, but this one took the cake. No way was it the truth, yet as he stared at Cory, he didn’t look like it was BS. It rang true, inside, despite his natural scepticism.

You make me sound like a Saint

No, just a nice guy. Guy’s like me don’t run into many of them.

I guess not. Still…

Yeah, I know, you were nice to me, and I stole from you. Nothing gonna change that, is it?

The tears were actually run down his face, and he could hear his disappointment, in his voice. For whatever reason, Cory seemed to actually care what he thought of him. He could be a good actor, but he didn’t think anyone his age could be THAT good. Sure, there were a lot of doubts in his mind, but inside, he just wanted to reach out and hug him, to hold him.

I don’t know, Life never goes the way we expect it to.

That’s for sure.

It was how he said it, that troubled him. Instead of pushing him out the door, now that his coffee was finished, he offered him another cup, along with some cookies he still had laying around. Wasn’t much, but he was reluctant to just end it, to let it go.

Garth didn’t want to see him leave, and it appeared like Cory was as reluctant to go, but it came time. He had finished his cookies, the coffee, despite sipping it slowly until it was ice cold. Still, it was inevitable, and Garth felt disappointed. As much as he was smitten by Cory’s looks, he felt unable to move.

Putting his hand in his pocket, as Cory more or less began to make the signs of standing up, he felt the old watch among the crumbled bills. His fingers touched the metal case, giving him a strange quiver. The tips seemed to vibrate as they caressed the old case, as old memories flooded back to him.

He could hear the old man now, the way he would always pull that watch out, to stare at the time, while he tried to gather his thoughts. It was one of those times, when he had finally been true to who he was, when his parents wer forced to discuss it with him. Not an easy chore, for them or him, but he could still his father now, pulling the watch out of his pocket, the gold chain attached.

When he finally spoke it wasn’t with anger in his voice, or even hurt either. He remembered the tears in his mother’s face, the way she had looked at her husband, when he spoke and at how the words had sounded so amazing to him. Not the kind of words Cory’s father would have said, that was for sure.

It was about how he was still his pride, his son. The way he had looked, the watch in his hand, as he made the fear Garth had been feeling, suddenly vanish. There was no shame in his heart, as his father wiped that away too. It was that image, that meant so much to him, and the watch was his link to it, or so he thought, as he looked up at Cory.

The young man was standing now, not sure what to say and without even thinking, he had the watch out of his pants pocket, and on the table. He saw how Cory looked at it, then at him, then at his feet. In that second, he knew he was taking a leap of faith, that he hadn’t done in decades. For once he was going to go with his heart, not his mind.

He pushed the watch forward a bit, and looked up at Cory.

Here, maybe this will help.

I uh, I can’t, not after taking it.

Sit down for a second, Cory.

He did as Garth asked, and they looked at each other, their eyes locked in what seemed an endless struggle. Garth could see his fear, see his shame too. It was just how he had looked, when his own father had taken the watch out, to stare at its face, before he had spoken.

What are your plans Cory? Beyond making it to the next day?

His eyes seemed to waver, they grew darker as if there was some inner turmoil happening. Garth waited, his finger tips touching the metal case, noticing how Cory would look at him, then quickly down at the watch. His face kept changing too, as he tried to think, or maybe just try to figure out the answer to Garth’s question.

I don’t know, sometimes, sometimes it is just all a guy can do, to make it through. Other times, I don’t know, not like I have a lot of options.

Garth could hear the desperation, the hopelessness in Cory’s voice. It was in his expression too, and again he noticed how the eyes seemed to be engaged in some strange inner battle. As if he had a solution, but wasn’t yet ready to take it.

You could get a job. Beats living on the streets.

Not easy to get, jobs. I don’t mind working, but then they ask for your address, or phone number.

I didn’t think of that. Guess it does make it harder.

Near impossible, there are some places that help, or try to. But they have lots of kids they try to place, it just seems, I don’t know, like it isn’t meant to be.

So you just give up?

Cory looked up at him then, and there was a hint of defiance in his look, but not in his voice. He seemed like he had been beaten, and Garth felt his pain. He couldn’t help himself, as he pressed him.

No, I move on, hoping things are better somewhere else.

Garth felt his own inner struggle as he stared at Cory. There was no doubt that he was putting himself in jeopardy, but he seemed to not care, as he glanced down at the watch. His father hadn’t abandoned him, how could he leave Cory, knowing what he knew? His mind told him that naturally his father stood by him, he was his blood, but Cory wasn’t.

Every argument that could be made as to why not to do what his heart was telling him too, was made, over and over again. Still, the touch of that case seemed to hold him true to his decision. Without pausing, he had to make the offer, to make the effort. He knew what Cory was thinking, and no kid, no matter what, should have to face those issues, not yet, not in this day and age. He couldn’t leave him, it was that simple.

Maybe Cory wasn’t his kid, and maybe his reasons were mixed up between wanting to simply be the man Cory thought he was, but then, that is what his father thought of him too. He had told him then, so many years ago, and now he finally understood what he had meant. His destiny could easily have been like Cory’s, given how there was a lot less knowledge or toleration for gays back then.

Take the watch, if you still want it.

He could see he did, the way the eyes looked down at it. It was if he had just given the kid a million bucks, the way his face looked, how his chest seemed to heave. The tears were still rolling down, but not from shame or hurt. As Cory reached out, Garth could see how his hand shook, trembled as his fingers touched the other side of the metal case.

There is one catch.

Cory stared up at him, suddenly fear was in his face. His lower trembled as he looked down at the watch, at Garth’s fingers still touching the other side of the case.

Please, don’t, don’t ruin what I think…

No, no Cory, it is nothing like that, not that kind of a string, though I’ll be honest, I do find you attractive, desirable even, but no, I am not asking to get into your pants.

Then what?

That watch, it means a lot to me, sort of in the same way it means something to you.

Then why, why are you giving it to me?

It is all I have left of my father. No, don’t worry, I have lots of memories of him, the watch was, well, it helped me remember him, but I don’t need that to do that.

I don’t understand.

He was a good man, he could have thrown me out just like your father did, but he didn’t. He hadn’t a clue what being gay was, but he knew what being a father was. Those are the memories I have with that watch. Memories I wish you could have.

Garth stood up, and walked over to stand beside Cory. He saw his body shaking, knew he was struggling to not cry either, as he knelt down next to him. He put one hand on the back of the chair, and saw the boy tense up again. God how it must feel, to know some can only think of you that way, he thought, as he looked down at his own feet, then lifted his face up to once more look at Cory.

I am going to the Northwest tomorrow, got a new job, new place to live, and well, I want you to come with me.

Please, I uh, I mean I know I… Shit, I asked you not to…

No Cory, as hard as this is for you to believe, I am not asking you to come along as my son, or sex toy either.

Then, why? You don’t know me, shit I stole this from you, and now you are willing to just take me with you? I am not stupid.

He pushed the chair back, angry and hurt, but still a part of him seemed to want to believe Garth. He was having trouble doing that, and Garth knew it was up to him, to convince him.

The body language said it all, and he knew he was running a huge risk, but deep inside, he just knew it was right. It had to be, nothing else seemed to make any sense to him, as he stood up, feeling the bit of arthritis in his joints. At this moment he was feeling his age, but there was a reason for everything.

Perhaps being dumped by Ken was why he was doing this, a rebound type thing, but he didn’t think so. Cory came into his life, at the right time, at the right moment, and he had proven he was worth the effort. Who else would come back, return cash but try to keep a worthless watch?

I won’t lie to you, the first time I saw you, I thought about wanting you, doing you, as you say, but I can’t explain it any better, than you can about why you upped and stole the watch, but came back with the money. Yes, I do want to have sex with you, but not from guilt, or because you think you owe me something.

Then what?

Let me finish, then you can rant, walk out, or hopefully realize I am the same person you thought enough of, to be honest with. To want something to remember me by.

Okay, I guess I can do that.

Good, now first off, put the watch in your pocket, it is yours, whether you leave, or not. No strings.

He watched as Cory stared at him, then the watch that was on the table. His eyes softened as his hand reached out, and touched the case. Garth could see his emotions twirling inside, knew that the watch still meant something to Cory. The hand trembled, as Cory picked it up and held it. Looking at Garth he gave him a sort of small smile, one that made Garth quiver a bit.

You mean it?

Yep, it is yours

Thanks’ he said, as he sat down on the chair he had leapt from minutes earlier. He looked so young at that moment, so vulnerable that Garth couldn’t help but smile. Inside, his heart was beating as he pulled the other chair out, and sat near Cory.

He couldn’t help but notice how Cory held the watch. The kid didn’t put in his pocket, but instead held it tightly in his hand, constantly glancing down to stare at it, like it was some sort of talisman.

Thing is Cory, I am tired of being alone, of the type of guys I wind up with. You are so different, so unlike them, even in the brief time I have known you, that it just makes me want to be near you. Yes, I want to have sex with you, but if not, hey, being a friend is just as good. Sex between us, well that’s for you to decide, because after this, if you come with me, I won’t mention it again. It will have to be your choice.

I still don’t see why? I mean it sounds good, but…

Yeah, thing is, my Dad believed in certain values, and I guess without knowing it, they sort of became mine too,, without me even knowing it. I am no Saint, told you that, and I have paid for guys your age, to get off with, had some even live with me, till they had enough or I got tired of footing the bill. Didn’t matter how young they were, well, I mean they had to be eighteen or older, but you know what I mean.

Thing is, it never worked out, because there was always conditions. Either on their part or mine, and I am too old for that shit now. I have a chance at a new life, one that can be satisfying, if I let it.

You look like you need a chance too, like the one I got from my Dad, and I think I can give you that chance, that break. If you take it, well, great. It has to be without terms, without conditions, otherwise it isn’t a chance, so yeah, I’d like to be more than a friend, but I’d rather have that friendship, that chance to help, than have a roll in bed with you now, and let it go at that.

Does that make sense to you?

Garth leaned back in the chair. He wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, realizing just how nervous he was. He had been serious, honest about his reasons, though he wasn’t sure if Cory believed him or not. He had given it his best shot, the rest was up to fate.

Looking at Cory, he realized that it was exactly as he had said. He did want him, Christ the kid was a looker, even in his dirty clothes. Still, it wasn’t what he saw in his face or in his eyes. There was a brain there, a good one, and despite the way he had been treated, he still clung to hope, to faith. Then there was his values.

He stole, yes, but he came clean about it. He didn’t have to tell him about the watch, hell he didn’t have to come back to give him back the money. But he had. That said a lot about his character, despite his father, and the rest. It was worth the gamble, and as he waited, he felt that maybe Cory would think he was worth the gamble too.

Nothing is for free these days.

‘True, and what I am offering isn’t free either. Thing is, you’ll have an address and phone number to put on your job application, and once you get a job, there will be rent and all. Until then, you can do chores, like laundry, cleaning, that kind of stuff.’

When do I have to tell you? Now?

No, take the night, I am leaving as soon as the moving truck finishes loading up, they are supposed to be hear around 8, and it shouldn’t take more than a couple of hours for them to load, then I am off. You have until then.

Cory stood up, and put the watch into his pocket, looking at Garth. His eyes were softer, but there was still doubt in them. He could see it, feel it even, and with a sinking heart he watched as the young man moved out to the hallway. He picked up his backpack, and slung it over his shoulder. He turned and looked at Garth, his eyes searching, yet closed to him.

Garth watched as he left, walked down the sidewalk and disappeared down the street. He didn’t know how long he just stood there, but as he felt the night air chill him, he turned and closed the door. He felt like he had done his best, but that maybe he could have said it differently, done something, so that he would have believed him, and not left.

Closing the door was more than just shutting out the night’s cold air. It felt like he had lost something, and while inside he believed he had done the right thing, said the right words, he felt that maybe he should have tried harder, specially when he was leaving.

It was irrational, crazy even, to feel so disappointed when truth was, he wouldn’t know until the moving van had left. If there was no sign of Cory, he’d know then that he had failed, or that he had been suckered. God, he could feel his thoughts now, telling him what a sucker he had been. Worse, he didn’t have the watch now, making it feel even worse.

Still, somewhere deep inside, he kept feeling that flicker of hope. If Cory could have hope, could hold onto something simply because some stranger had given him a few bucks without trying to get into his pants, he could at least wait till the morning.

Sitting in his only remaining chair in the living room, he couldn’t help but feel like he would have a long day ahead of him. He just was too restless to go to bed, though he found himself napping in the chair. Yet every noise he heard, he’d spring up, awake. It was like he expected a knock on the door, or something, and when the noise didn’t happen again, he leaned back in the chair, dozing until the next noise woke him up.

The sun had been up for a bit, and the sound of a big truck out front broke through his fitful sleep. He felt like a hundred, as he raised himself up, knowing that his moment of truth was upon him. With no sign of Cory during the night, he was already telling himself that it was hopeless. Even the deep inner voice was being silent, as his mind trumpeted its victory. He stretched, feeling out of sorts, and dirty. He needed a shave and a shower, but he’d only have time for the shave.

Stretching a bit, to get the kinks out of his body, he walked towards the front door, to greet the movers. His legs were heavy, not from sleep but from his failure. He heard the truck door slam and he turned the latch on his front door, and opened it, to wait for the movers.

As he opened the door, he spotted a shadow at the base of the tree. It didn’t seem to fit, and then he noticed it move as if it were alive. His heart gave a bit of a start, as suddenly a pair of arms shot out from underneath, and a figure emerged.

The head shook a bit, then turned to see him in the doorway. Garth felt his whole body tremble, as he saw the face break into a smile, as it stood up, dusting off the grass and early morning dew. The men coming up the walk stared at him, wondering if he was some nut job or something, the way his face glowed.

Cory flung the backpack over his shoulder, as he trotted over to Garth. He threw the pack into the doorway, grinned at Garth, then turned to watch the two men coming closer.

Should I make coffee for four?

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Fiction – Round the Corner

Round the Corner

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (1)

Jack stared at the tepid liquid, knowing that once more things had changed. Maybe Dustin was right, maybe he should just forget about his expectations, just enjoy the moment and fuck like there was no tomorrow. Maybe then he’d not be sitting here in a bar, alone, drowning his sorrows, wasting his hard earned money.

He was a good catch, least he thought so. Yet it seemed that no one else he was attracted to agreed. That rather hurt, yet in all honesty, he knew they were wrong. It wasn’t being arrogant either, it was just that he had standards. Maybe those he associated with had other standards, but how could you just go from one guy to another?

He liked the idea of just being comfortable enough to not have to act horny. When he was, he hoped his partner would be too, but so what if he wasn’t? Not like sex was all that two people could share. Least he didn’t think so, and it wasn’t like he was some old fart either. Maybe his prime was indeed past, but he could still party and workout with the best of them.

So what if he was 30, he still had the body he had when eighteen. His hair might be a bit shorter, but he didn’t spend his days at the beach, he worked for a living. It wasn’t like he was some desk jockey either. He was out on the site, moving stuff, lifting things, and lots of other physical labour that kept him in shape. He could swing a hammer as well as anyone, could saw a board by hand faster than some could get one lined up with the power saw.

So how come he was here once again?

His nose might be a bit crooked, from being broken a few times in some stupid fight, his eyes had a dark look to them, and when he stared at someone, they knew it. He didn’t have any blemishes, or even left over marks from when he was a kid, and his mouth was as inviting as it had ever been. His lips weren’t full, or thin, but he knew how to kiss, at least so he had been told.

Okay so Dustin had bitched about his sex drive, but then Dustin was just 20, and he hadn’t worked a day in his life. Okay, that was a bit harsh, the guy had worked, but never at anything steady. Yet he expected Jack to hire him full time on his crew, but not do the work the others did? It didn’t work that way, even if he had a 9 inch dick, even if he could swallow Jack’s 8 inch pole without gagging. It didn’t make him qualified to work the crew full time.

Besides, business was just that. He had an obligation to give his boss a full day’s work, and he couldn’t do that if he didn’t get a full day’s work from his crew. Yet Dustin hadn’t seen it that way, had bitched and moaned so much that Jack really hated to go home to him.

Maybe that was his fault too. Like why did he even let him stay at his place? Shrugging his shoulders, as he swirled the last drops in his glass, he realized that it just sort of happened. He had picked him up at the other gay bar in town, or had he? It was more like Dustin had picked him up, and well one thing had led to another, and before he realized it, they were living together.

Actually, it was more like Dustin was living off him, and yeah the sex was good. Man to feel that dick of his spread is hole apart, as it pushed inwards, was something. He could still get aroused thinking of that, of how Dustin was always horny too. The way he would be constantly adjusting his crotch, no matter where they were.

Christ, the way the guy seemed to be so hard, and always wanting to do it. He didn’t give a damn if it was in the public bathroom of the local movie house, or at the gas station. When Dustin wanted to fuck, he wanted to fuck. And Dustin always wanted to fuck.

Hell he liked being fucked almost as much, but not every single hour of every day. He liked to have some fun first, not to just drop his pants, bend over and spread his cheeks, so Dustin could drive his dick in. He liked to be appreciated, and was that so wrong?

Naturally Dustin thought so, but then too, so had Bill, Tommy, Cal, just to name a few. God, he felt like a tramp, as he thought about his latest flings. Here it was, almost summer and he had what, four different relationships that all went south? Maybe he should stop looking for the younger type, and find someone closer to his own age, but damn, he liked the build, the look that the new generation exhibited. He was a sucker for long hair, for hard bodies.

Sticks and Bones were not his thing. He didn’t want to feel every rib bone when he ran his hand over their chest, nor did he really want to feel their butt bone as he buried his face between their cheeks. Course he wanted a nice sized dick to go with those hard bodies, and he wanted to feel a bit of strength behind it, specially when they would bend him over.

Dustin had met all those, if not exceeded them. The guy wasn’t a wimp, and he knew how to work his hips. Geez did he know how. Course it helped that he had a monster dick, and being a bit of a size queen, Jack had appreciated the thickness as well as the length of Dustin’s dick.

The simple truth for him, was he liked the sex, but he wanted more than a few hard thrusts, and then the sudden pull out, the loud cries, and then the hot jizz splattering over his backside.

He wanted to feel like he was needed, other than for giving shelter and food. He really wanted to be appreciated for being himself. Not for what doors he could open, what endless outings he could afford to go to. Dustin was one of those who hated just sitting on the chesterfield, watching a good movie. Well, unless it was a porn flick.

Trouble with that, was he never did get to see the whole video. Plus, see one and you seen them all, least in his mind. Dustin didn’t agree, and it had become a source of discourse between them. The guy liked it, and one of his remarks was that he needed something to get him in the mood, if he was to perform. Like what, he wasn’t capable of providing that kind of arousal?

What was worse was that Dustin never seemed to support him. There was like zero affection, no emotional connection which Jack desired. The kissing was tepid at best, just like his drink was. It was usually a quick peck on the lips, a quick grope, then a hefty push to get him to roll over or lift his legs up in the air.

No time was ever spent on pleasing him, just the rush to touch him, to feel his cock wake up, before Dustin had him holding his legs up over his head. Now he didn’t mind that, didn’t mind how he would tear the corner of the condom package off, then spit it out. It was rather exciting, at first.

To watch him, as he unrolled it over his hard cock was also a turn on, at first. To watch through his own upraised legs, to feel his excitement building as the plastic was carefully slid down the hard thick pole, knowing it would soon be digging deep into him, was certainly arousing.

Still he wanted more than that. When he tried to tell Dustin that, all he ever got was a nod, a grunt of yeah, next time, but next time never seemed to come for him. It was the same, the unrolling, the application of lubricant over the covered cock, then if he was lucky, a quick thrust or two of Dustin’s fingers into his hole.

No warm up, just a finger poking at his hole, finding it, then pushing in, until he grunted. Maybe if he wasn’t in a hurry, he’d work it a bit, even add a second finger and twist them a bit. It always felt good, just that Dustin never did it for very long. Just enough to loosen the muscle inside, to spread him a bit.

Then he would lean forward, guide his dick between his butt cheeks, until it would wedge up against his more or less ready hole. There was no pleasantries, no teasing, no real preparation either. The dick would be wedged up against his hole, then Dustin would move his own body up, adjust his position, and he would lean further over Jack.

The eyes would look down at him, flutter for a second, before the tongue would flick out, lick at his lips, and then he would feel it. Jack would shudder a bit, as the thick cock head would start to move, to force his tiny hole to widen. He’d bit his lip which seemed to give Dustin some pleasure. A small little smile would curl around his mouth, and then his eyes would close, the head would toss back, his long hair flying.

It was then he’d cry out, as Dustin would press hard. The thick dick would push his hole apart, as it was driven in deeper. Dustin didn’t let him get used to it either, as once the head was past his sphincter, he would just keep on pushing, until his crotch was pressing up against Jack’s buttocks.

It was like having a piston shoved up your ass. In and out he would go, rarely changing speeds, rarely moving it around. Just a straight in and out motion that was never slow, never rapid, just steady and painful. Dustin liked to just push and pull, to now and then slap his cheeks, as his motion would rise for a bit, then back to its normal in and out.

Jack never felt anything but being full. It was like being on a long car trip. Just endless highway ahead, with the odd curve, the occasional hill or dip. Nothing but open road, and yet the sounds Dustin made, seemed to make it like for him, at least, it wasn’t plain vanilla sex. For Dustin it seemed like he was having the time of his life, and while his cock was thick, long, it never took him long either.

He would ride Jack, several thrusts and after about two minutes, maybe three, his thrusts would become suddenly quick and short. His breath would begin to sound ragged, and if he looked up, he’d see Dustin with his mouth open, his eyes shut tight, and his hair matted from sweat. His Adam’s apple would be bopping up and down, and he could feel the cock inside thicken, feel it slide a bit faster, then he would hear that animal like growl, and suddenly he would feel totally empty.

Dustin would still have his head tilted back, but he’d have a hand ripping the condom off his pole, and then he’d lean forward, his hand gripping his cock. His breath would be wafting over him, and he could hear his cries, see his arm moving in a blur, as it stroked the hard dick, until once more he would tilt his head back, his cries loud, as his whole body stiffened.

In that instant, he too would feel a strange excitement, and glancing down, he would see the blur of Dustin’s hand over his pole, then it would stop, the head of the cock just visible over his clenched fist. The stream would come then, the hot cum would splatter over his belly, or if Dustin’s aim was off, it would splatter over his inner thigh.

He’d feel his body quiver a bit, his own cock would jerk a little, as the cum would hit his skin. As he would watch, he’d see the hand squeeze the cock, as the second stream would pour out. Normally it wasn’t as hard, nor did it splatter as far. Dustin would jerk his cock, shake it actually, and a bit more of his cum would dribble out from the opening in the head.

Then it would be over, and Dustin would be leaning back, on his arms now. His face would look strangely calm, no wrinkles, no frown lines. The eyes would flutter a bit, and he always wiped the back of his mouth with his arm, and then his forehead.

His chest would heave, and he would watch the way the nipples would shake, move, as he struggled to breath normally. There weren’t much in the way of chest hairs, but there were plenty of muscles, that would be rolling, as Dustin slowly would calm himself down. Normally he’d reach out, to run his hand over the flat stomach, feeling the muscles rolling underneath his sweat soaked skin.

And that would be it.

Dustin would head to the shower, and while he did, Jack would jerk himself off. It was not what he had in mind, yet he never pressed the issue. Nor did he venture into the bathroom, to join Dustin in the shower. The guy had made his desire to shower alone clear, from the beginning. And if he thought about it, he couldn’t recall a single time that Dustin had ever taken Jack’s cock, either in his mouth, or up his ass. It was always the same, just a quick kiss, grope, then his dick was inside his ass. Never more, so why was he feeling so upset about Dustin moving out, leaving him?

Buy ya a drink big boy?

Jack almost choked, as he turned around to see who had tapped his shoulder, and made the age old pick up line? Mind you it had worked for him, but as he turned around, he was surprised to see an old friend.

Takes more than a drink fella, I ain’t a cheap pick up

No, you never were cheap Jack, so, want another?

Yeah, why not.

His friend signalled the bartender for another, and sat down next to Jack. He had to admit, he wasn’t looking all that bad, and he still had that wicked little grin on his mouth, and those evil little sparkles in the eyes. Jack had to admit, he always had fun when he and Terry went out. Though he hadn’t seen him for awhile, it was good to see him again.

So, another one bit the dust did they?

Yeah, how the fuck did you know?

Simple, you always go out cruising at the other place, when you want to lose yourself in the booze, you come here. And as I saw your latest at the other bar, I knew you would be here.

Shit, you sound like Sherlock Holmes, hell, am I that predictable?

At times Jack, at times.

So why you come looking for me?

Terry sipped at his drink, looking over at him from the top of the glass. The eyes were smirking at him, and the mouth looked as mischievous as ever, as he just looked, taking his time.

Figured it was time we went out, had one of our little dinner parties, and well, besides I have a message for you.

Yeah? I miss those little dinner parties, and stuff the message, if it is from who I think.

Oh get real, that little drip doesn’t know what a message is, now an IM he might know.

Shit, you are nasty.

Me? Come on, I have heard you say a lot worse about some of those old tricks of yours, and there have been a few. Like what you said about poor Tommy Boy, then there was good old Myrna, now that one still gives me a chuckle.

Fuck, Myrna, I haven’t thought about him for ages.

Duh, I mean after all, you are a size Queen hun, and Myrna, well he sure as hell doesn’t fit your special needs.’

Only thing that boy could easily satisfy was if your ass was no bigger than a thimble, man what a small dick he had.

Shit don’t start, so how about it, want to go grab some food, gossip, tear the other patrons apart?

Fuck why not? I am in the mood to be catty, got anyplace in mind?

Well the pizza joint down the street seems as good a place as any, lots of couples in there, I bet we can find a few to talk about

Just a few? Fuck you getting old Terry?

No, just you been out of circulation, you need time to get back into the swing of real life, besides, I told you, I had a message for you.

Yeah, so you said, another 20 year old tart you found down at the beach, looking for an easy mark, or maybe one of those grocery stock boys you keep hiring down at the market?

No way, those are private stock bucky, besides, I don’t have any that could satisfy your urge for size.



Who is the message from?


Jack became very stiff, his whole body got rigid, as he heard the name, and at how Terry looked at him. He felt flushed, even a bit angry at Terry for even mentioning the guy’s name to him, let alone be willing to pass a message on from him.

Carson had been one of his more long lasting flings, a few years back. The guy was one of the few guys he had dated, that was closer to his age. Maybe a few years younger, which would make Carson in his late twenties now. The guy had a build too, a very well defined muscular look, and the guy was hung like a horse.

Worse, he knew how to use that monster dick. If anything, Carson was an ideal partner for him. He liked to enjoy playing around first, he loved to fondle, to kiss, and he wasn’t selfish. As much as he liked to fuck, he liked to suck cock as much as Jack liked taking big cocks up his ass. Damn he hadn’t thought of Carson ever since he just up and left.

Slowly he let himself relax, the memory still painful. He really had like Carson, and everything seemed to be great between them, and then one day, he was just gone. A note on the refrigerator, saying goodbye, and that was it. Now he had found Terry, and sent him a message. Fuck, over two years, and now he sends a message?

You seen him?



And what? He still looks the same, bit older, but the same Jack.

It was like a knife to his heart. God how he had fallen for the guy, and to have him just leave had hurt worse than anything else. Hell, Dustin leaving or Tommy or any of those that followed were nothing, compared to Carson. He was, at the time, the one Jack thought he could enjoy spending eternity with. It was romantic crap that guys like Dustin wouldn’t understand, but Carson would have. Hell he did understand it, crave it as much as Jack did.

The way he would come home, to find Carson waiting for him. How his face would light up, plus how he would always greet him, hug him and squeeze his buttocks. It was always a treat, even when he had a rough day, Carson would still greet him that same way.

It was like they had been made just for each other. While Jack was no top, he sure as hell was a good bottom, for the right person. Carson on the other hand, he didn’t like being a bottom, though he had been mostly one in his other relationships. Still, he was an ideal top, who knew how to use that dick. Though it was more than just that, as he knew how to get Jack wanting it, wanting him.

Not like they screwed every night either, which was something Jack appreciated. After all, while Carson did his best to ease that dick into him, it still would hurt for a few days afterwards. Like the guy was really, really hung. Not just in length, but in thickness too.

He wasn’t a tall guy, nor did he have long hair, and he had lots of freckles around the nose area, but he was attractive. His face always seemed to have a smile, his eyes always seemed to be laughing at some secret joke. His lips were thin, but damn the guy could kiss. The tongue was an equal to his dick, long and thick.

Shit, he loved the way Carson would kiss him, drive that tongue deep into his throat, flick at the sides, then suddenly be licking him around the ear lobe, or inside. How he would hold him, tight and then loose, as his hands would love to roam over Jack’s body. Well, he made it seem like he loved to.

He knew Terry was waiting, but he couldn’t help but think about Carson. How it had felt, each and every night they had been together. Not just the fucking, which in itself was like a lifetime of great memories, but at the other stuff. How he would nestle into his arms, while they would sit and watch some tear jerker movie, or anything really. He just liked to touch, to be close.

Without fail, he would get an erection too, just from having Carson in his arms, or his head on his shoulder. Carson always knew too, and rarely did a night go buy without some good old fashioned cock sucking. How it was always just an innocent touch, a little love pat, that would lead to an hour or two of pure sex, always amazed him.

He never went to work without a glow inside. Carson had that effect on him, on making the time they spent together always memorable. Unlike Dustin, it was never just about his needs. Carson made damn sure to please him, to give him exactly what he needed.

How he could just get him rock hard, by a whisper in his ear, a soft peck on the cheek, a little caress of his hand. It never failed to get his body shaking, to get the blood flowing inside. And Carson didn’t need to pound his ass to get himself off either, and there was nothing he enjoyed more, than pleasing Carson too.

To touch him, to feel his heart beat next to his, always got him excited. The way his body would seem to react to the slightest touch, the merest provocation. Hell there were lots of times when he would shoot his load, while still fully dressed. Carson as well, though not as many times as he had done it. It never stopped them either. He might get off from the hard groping, or the soft gentle caresses, but he never got soft after one of those little accidents.

In fact, it always made him hornier. He loved how at times, Carson would simply undress him, and clean him up. Man, that was some memories too, as he felt his groin stirring. Remembering the way Carson would undo his pants, how his hands would feel so gentle as they pushed the pants apart, and down a bit. How he would be smiling and then kiss him full on the lips, his tongue licking the lips, but not forcing them apart.

The hand would be rubbing him, his cock still hard. Then he would feel it reach down into his shorts, and ran lightly over his hard dick. He’d feel the mouth move off his, and he’d always open his eyes, to watch Carson take the fingers out of his pants, then lick them. Each single finger would be sucked deeply, then the head would tilt to one side, and move back towards his. The kiss would always be hard, and long. He would nearly pass out from lack of air, and then as he would gasp when they would split apart, Carson would suddenly be down, on top of him.

He would feel the lips tighten around his cock, even as his lungs drew in its first gasps of air, He would suck in his chest, as he felt the tongue lick at his cock, all the way down the underside of his hard pole. It never failed, to reach down, to flick at his balls, at the very root of his cock.

His eyes would be shut tights, his hands would be on top of Carson’s head holding it down over his throbbing cock. God how good it always felt, to feel his hair brushing against his sucked in stomach. The way his head would press into him, while his mouth would move up and down his cock, his hands groping his groin.

Then he’d just lift his head up, and take the cock out, and begin to lick at his pubic hairs. That massive tongue would be licking at him, making him moan and groan like he had never cum for years. His whole body would always shake, tremble really as he would feel the passion mounting again.

He could remember it like it was this morning, and he shook his head, as he put his glass down on the bar. Turning sideways, he stared at his old friend. Jack had known him since High School, and yet all he could think about right now, was Carson.

You gonna cream your pants here, or you want to go find an empty stall in the john?

You are such a bitch Terry.

Naturally, who else but a bitch could put up with a constantly moping drama queen like you?

Jack stood up, and pocketed the small change he had still on the bar. Looking at his old friend, he just smiled, feeling a bit unsteady, but not from what he had just drunk. He wiped his eyes, and stared at Terry. Part of him was dying to know what the message was, another part wanted him to ignore it, to not even listen. Still, it was like losing Dustin was no longer a worry, or a reason to feel dejected.

The food any good at this Pizza joint?

Like, does it matter? They got some cute hunks waiting tables.

Oh geez, here we go.

Terry just grinned as they headed out of the bar, to go over to the Pizza Place. The night no longer seemed so empty, as they rounded the corner, to cross the street. As they did, he lifted his face up to stare across, seeing the figure leaning against the wall, just near the door. His heart skipped a beat or two, as he recognized the figure, even after all this time.

Heaven for Size Queens


Fiction – Making An Entrance (pt.3)

Making An Entrance

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (3)

Don found a parking spot in front of his apartment complex, not wanting to go to his assigned spot. Call it superstition, or just plain old fear, but last thing he wanted right now was to go to his spot, and perhaps see another car in it. Least this way he could keep the mood, the feeling inside that Alex was totally wrong. He really hated these nagging doubts, and as he walked towards the front door, he realized it was not going to end, even if he found nothing once inside.

The doubts would always exist, simply because he was so much older than Rob. There would be those thoughts, whether Alex or someone else said another word about it or not. It was part of being older, thanks to the notion that old men with younger men was about sex, not love. Society, his society, didn’t seem to accept it as much as the straight world. Walking up, he felt a bit saddened by that realization, wondering how Rob would take it.

Would he throw a fit, or would he understand? After all he was a lot younger, he hadn’t gone through the really painful years of being Gay, and having to hide it. Now it was easier, you didn’t have to look over your shoulder constantly before going into a gay bar, though you still need to be cautious. Still, would Rob understand? He hoped so as he pressed the button to go up and confront the doubts, to maybe put them at ease.

Even if the worst was true, that Rob was turning tricks, or something like that, it wasn’t the end of it all, or was it? Would he understand if Rob was seeing other men, for money? Leaning against the back of the elevator, he thought about it, wondering just how he felt. Did it matter as much, it wasn’t like they didn’t practise safer sex. Condoms were always on hand, but the risks were there none the less. Still, would it make him feel less if Rob was cheating? Was it cheating?

Not like they had exchanged any vows, or even signed any papers to say they belonged to each other, and he wasn’t sure he wanted or needed that type of legal stuff. Sure in some cases it might be practical, but hell he wasn’t about to kick off tomorrow, so what was the worry?

Rob had some pretty definite ideas on that one, and frankly he rather agreed with him. Society wasn’t designed to be monogamous. Advertising sure as hell didn’t cater much to that concept, and neither did the shows either. Though he found he enjoyed just sitting back in the sofa, reading a bit, while the stereo played some non stop music. Rob would read too, another trait that was unusual among the younger generation.

He enjoyed his mystery novels, loved reading them, while he was more of a general fiction type. Though he was reading a few more mysteries these days, which made him grin a bit. See, Alex was wrong, because when he thought about Rob, there was always something to remind him of his affection, his love. Reading a book, just one of them.

They had so many good memories, and really, it hadn’t changed since they met. They were always off making new memories together, things to look back on, to talk about at night. It wasn’t like they ignored each other most of the time, or were doing their own thing. They talked, and okay, yes at times it got physical, but in all honesty, he really could say, that he and Rob, had more than just sex going for them.

Don really hated this, knowing that all these doubts were just that. It wasn’t like Rob had given him reason to doubt him, that it was simply Alex and his more so called mature friends. It gnawed at him, but hopefully walking in now, he could put them aside, feel free from them for just a bit. Maybe he should have stopped to pick up some flowers, or chocolates, and make it one more of those special memories?

Now that would certainly tick Alex off. The idea gave him a bit of a warmth, as he came to his apartment door. He stopped, to pull out his keys, and heard the laughter coming from inside. For a second he felt a bit cold, before realizing it was more likely the television. Still, it had given him a start, as he put his key into the lock and turned it.

Entering, he could smell something cooking, realizing that dinner was already on the go. He could hear the noise now, relaxing as it was indeed the television set. Though a bit too loud, he just felt relieved. He felt like he was on pins and needles, as he walked in, expecting to see Rob on the sofa, ready with his excuse.

The room was empty, with no Rob on the sofa, just the television blaring. Stepping in he turned towards the bedroom door, as it opened and out walked Rob. He was shirtless, and the vision of his bare upper body made the hairs on the back of his arms stand up. He felt like he was on the edge of a cliff, as Rob stopped dead in his tracks.

A look of surprise was on his face, not a smile, just sort of shock. The eyes were wide open, the mouth slightly open, as he recognized Don standing there. Other than shock, there was something else in his eyes, a look Don had never seen before. It bothered him, making him suck in his breath as he looked at the younger man.

His hair was in a mess, and he just didn’t look like he expected him to look. It was as if he had been running and was just pausing to catch his breath. Rob was standing too still, to much like a statue.

Don, you are home early


Something wrong? Man you look like you seen a ghost.

You don’t look much better, more like you just fell out of a hay loft or back of a truck, but no, nothing is wrong. Should there be?

What the fuck is that supposed to mean?

He could see the spark of anger in his lover’s face. The way his eyes now narrowed, his mouth set firm, the chin jutting out a bit.

Nothing, you just get out of bed?

He saw the shot hit home. The way he suddenly stiffened, his arms going rigid, his whole body becoming more erect. Even his eyes seemed to suddenly smoulder, as if there was a fire lurking behind them, as they darkened.

Yeah, and alone too.

I didn’t say anything about there being someone else in there.

No, your look did though, so come on, go inside, see for yourself.

Rob turned to one side, letting a space show between him and the doorway. Don could feel the anger, almost see it, touch it, as he just looked at the young man. He was pissed, something Rob rarely showed. In fact, in all the time they had been together, it was Rob who had the cooler head, who never showed anger. Least until now.

Christ, you are half naked, what else should I expect?

Don moved away, turned his back on Rob and headed over to the sofa. This wasn’t going the way he wanted, besides, why the fuck was Rob so suddenly defensive? Did he have someone in there, or had before he got home? Sitting down, he stared back at the glowering younger man, wishing he had stayed at work, wishing he had turned the car around, anything but what was going to turn into a major battle.

That’s why you are here, isn’t it? You think I am doing some one else, don’t you? Come on, admit it, you are here checking up on me.

It isn’t like that, look, this is getting out of hand…

Out of hand, shit Don, you come home in the middle of the afternoon, accuse me of having someone in the bedroom simply because I don’t have a shirt on? Fuck man, sometimes I walk around in my undies, doesn’t mean I just fucked someone in the bedroom.

No, no I know that, it is just that, I uh…

What? You didn’t come home to check up on me? I am not stupid Don, give me some credit.

Fine, yes, yes I did come home to check up on you, happy now, make you feel better?

Hell no, I just don’t like being lied to, anymore than you do.

I haven’t lied to you.

Then what is this about? Why suddenly do you feel the need to check up on me?

I don’t know, maybe the talk from others, maybe it’s not wanting to fully believe my luck, I don’t know, just that I had to, to put it to rest.

Talk? What from some of the perverts you call friends? Who? Bet I know.

Look, calling them names isn’t going to help, and they aren’t perverts, they are my friends.

Yeah right, real good friends you got there, and Don they are perverts, Christ how many times I have… look, you can believe what you want about them, I just, I know better, okay? And I don’t cheat.

What’s that supposed to mean? How many times what? Don’t imply something without giving me the details? I have a right to know.

‘Oh, do you?’

Yes, damn it, I do.

and I don’t?


Not like you are telling me what they are saying behind my back, now are you?

Don looked up at Rob, saw the way his nostrils flared, realizing just how angry he truly was. It was hard for him to not feel like shit, but he couldn’t just let it all drop now. Too much had been said, and yet he couldn’t help but admire the guy. It was like he was lashing out, not from a guilty conscience, but because he really did care, because he really was hurt by the notion that Don thought he would cheat.

I didn’t want to piss you off, besides, I didn’t know how to bring it up

Yeah sure, but you believe them.

No, not really, okay, maybe a bit, but…

I wouldn’t do that to you Don, you should know that.

The anger was gone, and Don could hear the sadness in Rob’s voice. His head seemed to hang down, to stare at his feet, as he just stood there.

I should, I do, deep down inside, I do, it is just the age thing, it crops up and…

Screw that shit, you and your friends are the only one’s worrying about age differences, not my friends, sure as shit not me.

I suppose.

Suppose hell, ten to one it’s Alex doing most of the talking too.

Yeah, he the one being a perv?

Yeah, but I can handle him.

In your undies?

Rob smiled at that, and moved closer. He sat in front, on the coffee table, facing Don. He couldn’t help but check him out, which kept the smile on Rob’s face. Yet there was a serious side to him, one he hadn’t really appreciated before now. The anger in his face, was more from hurt, something that made Don feel ashamed. He should never have let Alex, or the other’s get to him.

Hell yes, give the creep a thrill and a heart attack, all at once.

You are sick

He’s your friend

Yeah well, he does have some good qualities.


Right now, damn if I could say.

Look Don, I like what we have together, I don’t want it to change, do you?

No, no I don’t either, but the whole age thing, it’s not easy.

I can see that, but, I am not that way Don, I am a one guy man, I am not a tramp, never have been, I just can’t do that.

You really walk around in just your undies?

Yeah, why not?

And if someone comes calling?

Like Alex perhaps?

Yeah, like Alex

Well see, he can’t get into the building without buzzing, so naturally I’d let him in, go and put on a suit of armour and everything would be fine, now if it was maybe the paper boy, well…

You bitch

Hey, it’s not easy waiting till you get home.

I have seen our paper boy, and let me tell you hun, he ain’t no boy. Hell, he’s older than me.

Yum, I like ‘em older, didn’t you know?

He couldn’t help but laugh as he felt the tension easing. Rob was smiling a bit now, no longer looking like he could kill someone, and the lines around his mouth, his forehead were softer now.

So I hear

Yeah, well next time, don’t use your key, buzz, and who knows, you might get invited to the party.

What party is that?

This one’ he said, as he stood up and more or less leaped onto Don. He felt his body press him hard into the back of the sofa, and his mouth was firmly pressed onto his. It had taken him by surprise, yet as he felt the hands urgently moving up and down his body, touching him, he realized just how lucky he was.

They kissed hard, as he felt his lips pushed apart by the urgent demands of Rob’s tongue. The rush was unbelievable, as he tasted Rob’s breath in his mouth. There was a lingering flavour from the toothpaste, but also something more, almost a musky type scent. His body was being pressed back hard, then suddenly Rob was standing.

Don glanced up, as he saw that glint, that evil little smirk that Rob would get every now and then. In the back of his mind, he knew that this afternoon was about to be one of those times.

His eyes moved down Rob’s body, following the motion of his hands, as they ran down his lean body, towards his waist. They lingered around the belt, then Don watched as the belt began to slide out. He had missed it being opened, and now it hung down, draped down the thighs on either side.

The fingers were at the button, and he heard the pop, then the metallic sound of the zipper being slowly pushed down caught his attention. At the same time his eyes kept noticing how the pants were growing, how they were not flat, but beginning to show a definite bulge to them. Don felt himself licking his lips, as he glanced upwards.

Rob’s face was peering down at him, a soft warm glow coming from the eyes, the face. The little smirk around his lips was a bit more pronounced, as the pants were flung open, revealing the pubic patch of hair. Don sucked in his breath, realizing Rob wasn’t wearing any undies

He looked up, his eyes questioning Rob’s, as he felt his own body beginning to become aroused. His face was feeling flushed, as the smile grew across Rob’s face.

Sometimes, I don’t wear anything.

As he said it, he dropped his pants down his legs, showing off his fully hard cock. It looked as hard as a rock, and seemed to stare right at Don. He couldn’t help but gasp, realizing just how thick it looked, from that angle, and more than that, how full it looked. To think, he had that effect on someone like Rob, well, screw Alex, screw them all he thought, as his doubts were cast away.

Don stood up, and grabbed hold of Rob, surprising him. He pulled him close, kissing the side of his neck, groping him all over. His hands moved up and down the naked flesh, caressing it, feeling it as his own body arched inwards. His arms were pulling Rob into his own body, as he felt the hard cock against his thigh.

Time seemed to have disappeared as his emotions took over from his reasoning. Don wanted Rob, then and there. His whole body seemed to shake, as he literally ripped his shirt off, tossing it to one side, while reaching and undoing his pants. It was like he was in some sort of frenzy, as he stepped out of the pants and underwear, before Rob could utter more than a gasp of surprise.

Quickly, he took Rob into his arms, kissing him again and under his chin, then his Adam’s apple, then he pushed him away, still holding him firmly by the shoulders. He looked squarely into Rob’s eyes, saw the surprise, saw the lust too. He knew Rob wanted him, as much as he wanted Rob. That was all he wanted to see.

Taking Rob firmly, he quickly turned him around, so that Rob’s backside was to the sofa, and with surprising force, he guided him down onto it. Not once did he let his eyes leave Rob’s, as he let himself rest on top of the younger man. His own hard cock pushing Rob’s to one side, digging down into the side of the thigh, to rest between the soft inner thigh and the leathery skin of Rob’s sac.

He felt so alive, so full of life, he lost track of all that was happening. His whole body was nothing but a mass of rolling waves of emotions. Every time he touched Rob, or Rob touched him, it was like being hit with a bolt of lightning. His breathing was ragged, his chest ached, as they kissed each other.

It was almost like they were just discovering each other, the way their bodies shook, moved to meet the other. His mind was lost, confused, dazed, as it struggled for control. His body refused, and soon his mind stopped trying, enjoying, instead, the flow of emotions that passed through. His heart raced, and he couldn’t believe how strong it felt, how loud it sounded in his ears.

The room had been filled with sunlight when he walked in, but now it was like being in a rainbow itself. The colors that flashed all around him, made him groan, made him whimper even. He felt Rob’s thick cock, felt his own as their bodies shifted, and moved. He could feel the tightness around his cock head, felt it being strangled by the firm hold of something.

Pentrating action from Blake MasonHis eyes glanced down, to see himself penetrate Rob’s tight pink hole. The lights grew brighter as they were reflected off the rubber sheath, that he hadn’t even recalled putting on. All he could feel was the love that held his cock, that made his entry slow and steady. Tossing his head back, he saw his hands gripping the ankles of his lover, holding them up and over his head, as his body filled the warm hole.

Maybe later, he’d remember the details, but for now all he could do was feel the passion holding him, stare at the hard pole pressed by his own stomach against Rob’s flat one. His own dick moving slowly inside of Rob. It was a feeling that just overwhelmed everything else. His eyes were coated from the dripping sweat off his forehead, but he didn’t care. He could even see the drops as they fell to splatter against Rob’s heaving chest.

It was all there, he could see it, feel it, and yet it wasn’t. The way his whole body seemed on fire, as if about to melt, yet his heart only raced faster, his lungs aching more. The muscles grew hard, feeling like they would break from the strain, yet on it went. His head was dripping sweat, pools gathered and rolled down the rolling flesh of Rob’s bare torso.

In some ways it was like watching a rolling wave coming to the shore. Endless line of white crests, coming on and on, despite the rocks, the outcroppings that stood in their way. On it came, as his body continued to pound, to act on its own and yet not.

Every sinew in his body was screaming, even his lungs were crying out and somewhere, lost in all that internal noise, was his own cries that seemed so soft compared to the rest. He could hear Rob’s pleading tones, feel his heart as it matched wild beat to wild beat of his own heart. It all was there, but his mind couldn’t cope, couldn’t decipher all the various signals.

He heard the cry, just as his eyes seemed to clear. His whole body was on a precipice, as if he was standing on the shore, watching a towering white capped wave looming over him, then come crashing down. Don felt his heart stutter, felt it tremble, as the power from within came rushing out, out powering everything else that was happening.

His mind was blank, his heart was like a racing engine suddenly thrown off kilter, struggling to regain the high ground, to stop from slipping, racing faster and faster.

His legs were about to crack, the bones inside stretched past their tolerances, as the crashing wave enveloped him. He heard his spluttering cries, felt the cold water cover him, sizzling as it struck his burning flesh. Steam swirled around his eyes, as the white water seemed to just close all around him, the flashing lights dimmed and made more amazing by the transparent coating of the water..

It was an illusion, he knew it, but refused to accept it. He felt lost among the crashing waves, felt himself falling, felt his whole body being buffeted by the force of the crashing wave. No longer could he feel his legs, nor his arms, as he felt himself twisting and falling. Nothing was there, but the swirling water, as he blinked, as his body finally surrendered to the power inside, that now exploded around him.

Everything was dark around him, and the noises were like some one huffing, as if their lungs were starved of oxygen. There were sounds of moans, as if a major catastrophe had happened, and the injured were crying out, when he finally realized the noises were of his own making. His eyes flickered, and light poured into the tiny slit, blinding him, making him recoil a bit, causing his body to move.

The pain shot through his whole body as he finally managed to look up, to see the dark wet strands of hair that were next to his mouth, the golden glare of skin, glowing red as if a fire was dying down within. His body shook, as he felt the pain in every muscle of his body, as slowly he turned his face, to find himself staring into Rob’s face.

The lips were parted, the nostrils flaring and the look in the eyes were like red orbs of burning embers. Don felt himself tremble, as he lifted his head up, the skin sticking to Rob’s as he slid onto his side, next to Rob. His heart was still beating a mile a second, and he could see Rob’s chest rising & falling quickly, struggling to catch it’s breath.

Looking into Rob’s face, his mind began to slowly unwind, slowly began to process all that had happened. The wetness all over his naked body was cooling in the room’s air, and yet the fire inside, seemed brighter, hotter, than ever. His arms were like lead weights, as he struggled to lift himself up.

Rob’s eyelids fluttered a bit, as he stared deeply into Don’s face. They were filled with a glow he had never seen, or felt before, as he just stared back. At last Rob moved a bit, giving Don a bit more room, as one arm now rested over Don.

I think you should start checking up on me more often.


Fiction – Making An Entrance

Making An Entrance

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (1)

Don wasn’t what you would call, a looker. To begin with, he was what he termed an ‘old queen’. He had been around the block a few times really, had his flings too. Some of them were damn good, but fleeting. Nothing that lasted, but were part of the memories, something to look back on, until he met Rob.

Rob was 20, while he was 45, and yet they seemed to click. There was a bond, or so he thought, that broke past the age barrier thing, and so what if all his friends said he was robbing the cradle? It made him feel good to come home to Rob, to have a late dinner, because when he did get home, Rob wasn’t into that kind of food. Like how many straight relationships were there where the ‘man of the house’ would come home to greet a horny wife?

So his friends could shake their heads all they wanted, he got laid when he got home. Not many of them could say that, nor could many of them say that they could keep up either. Another of his features that had attracted Rob, his ability to satisfy.

The hair may have a tint of grey at the edges, the skin under his chin was sagging a bit, bit puffy too. Granted, he didn’t have a flat washboard stomach anymore, but the belly wasn’t all that noticeable. His legs were still firm, the muscles still toned, including his arms. There might be a bit more hair, and he still had to shave every morning, but all in all, he didn’t look bad for a 45 year old account manager.

He might sit at a desk, but with Rob, he still managed to get out, do more than most of his friends. Sure, it was to the bar, but not to just sit and drink. They were on the dance floor a lot more than they were sitting at the table.

Saturday mornings they were up at dawn, jogging through the neighbourhood park, running and laughing and talking. It wasn’t like they sat around watching television or sleeping in either. Even Sunday’s were packed with things that they did together, so what if he was never home when his friends called? He was out with Rob, and yes, they did do things together.

Besides, Rob’s friends were all his age, and they didn’t object to the old man joining them, so why should his friends object to Rob? Jealousy he figured, though none of them would admit it. Specially his best friend Alex, who was always throwing digs in about Rob, about how he wasn’t right for Don. Like he knew?

Fact was that Alex was nearly Don’s age, and he had no one to come home to. He lived alone, had his odd fling from the bar, and had a boring routine. He didn’t come home at 6 every night and get greeted by a 20 year old stud, wearing nothing but an apron. Don did, and that pissed Alex off, though he never would admit it.

Still it was becoming irksome to him, not to mention all the warnings. Alex was persistent, if nothing else, and at times Don thought maybe he had a thing for him, or maybe for Rob? Now that was more likely, still, it was becoming annoying. Like yesterday, when they had met for lunch. Alex kept harping on how Rob was nothing but a flirt and only interested in Don because he got free room and board.

He kept nattering too, about how Rob still hadn’t found himself a job, nor that he had yet contributed one red cent to the expenses. It pissed him off, that Alex kept harping on it, despite his insistence that Rob made up for it, in other ways, and not just the sex. Though in all honesty, the sex alone was worth whatever added expenses Don incurred in having him live with him.

Still, it irked him, gnawed at him too because there were times when he would wonder at why someone like Rob would be with him. Why would a 20 year old, that had an athletes body, a handsome face and a definite penchant for unbridled sex, settle for an old fart like him.

After all Rob was the type that when he walked into a bar, every old geezer would turn to stare & drool. The younger group would glare, realizing that real competition for the old men had walked in. While Rob had never given Don any reason to doubt him, he had his moments. Alex was right, Rob was a bit of a flirt, and who could blame him?

Christ, his smile was a killer on its own, the way his lips would curl, his unblemished face simply glow, was enough to melt most men’s hearts. His eyes would sparkle, and he had a way that made everyone always glance at his package. It was a natural reflex, and that package never disappointed either.

It was like Rob was hard 24 hours a day. It didn’t matter if it was early in the morning, after a long night of partying and sex, or late at night, Rob was rock hard. There had been times when Don wondered if he was popping Viagra every few hours, but he knew better. Rob hated drugs of any kind, and he had no need of Viagra. He got it up naturally.

Still, there were moments when he wished everyone would stop drooling over him. The way some would show up at their table, buying Rob drinks, ignoring him. Though Rob was always polite, he also made it clear that he was with Don. It was then that they would notice him, and he could always see the envy in their eyes, the jealousy, as they would think what did he have that they didn’t. Naturally if asked, his answer would be simple. He had Rob, they didn’t. It made their intrusion bearable.

So why was he so bothered by Alex’s constant accusations about Rob? Why did he let it eat at him, to where here he was, leaving work early, to surprise Rob at home? Was it simply because he was an old fool, listening to the gossip of a jealous friend, or did he really not trust Rob?

As he walked out of his little office, telling his secretary he’d be at home if anyone wanted him, he thought about it. He felt guilty, in leaving work to go check up on his lover, but damn it, Alex had gotten to him. He knew in his heart he shouldn’t listen to him, but he had known Alex since Junior High. They had been through some rough times together, like the time he had hooked up with Marcus, a real piece of work.

God, just thinking of that time in his life, still gave him chills. The guy had been such a shit, but at the time he hadn’t seen it. He had taken the crap, the abuse really and not even realized it for what it was. Alex had seen it, had made him see it too, and he owed him for that. Maybe that was why he hated it so much when Alex talked about Rob in the same way as he had about Marcus.

But Rob was different, least he thought so. It wasn’t like Rob smacked him around, or took money without asking. It wasn’t like he tried to keep him from talking to his friends either, as Marcus had done. Sure, he liked to be alone with Don, but he also encouraged him to call them up, to invite them over. Hell, he even had arranged a surprise birthday party for him, with all of his friends. Now Marcus never did that. Yet Alex made it sound like Rob was the same as Marcus, manipulating him, owning him.

Inside, in the depths of his heart, he didn’t think it was anything like that. Still, there was doubt, but was it because of Alex, or was it simply that he really didn’t understand how a 20 year old stud could want a 45 year old queen?

He hadn’t believed his luck that first time they had met, and to be honest, he still found it hard to accept. Maybe he was hung up on the age thing after all, but shit, the guy made him happy. It wasn’t like he used Rob either, he did give him his freedom, and yet Rob never seemed to take it, to go out on his own, or with his own friends. Sure, once in awhile he had gone out with his friends, but he had always asked Don to go with him, to join them.

Most times he had, and found himself enjoying the wildness of being with a group of 20 year olds. The partying was a bit much, and lately he had begged off more than gone along, still it was his choice. It wasn’t like Rob made him stay home. And as he told Alex, it wasn’t like it was all that often either. Rob liked being with him, sharing things with him. So why couldn’t Alex accept that? Why did he question it so much?

He felt angry as he climbed into his car, turning the ignition on and screeching the tires as he pulled out. Damn Alex and his innuendo’s. He would put an end to it now, by going home, by proving that Rob wasn’t laying around doing others, or being an idle do nothing. He would be cleaning, or reading, or something, but he wouldn’t be screwing around. Then he would make sure to let Alex know, and to put an end to it all, to the hints, the nasty little smirks.

Alex was wrong, even their first meeting hadn’t been what Alex thought. It wasn’t like Rob jumped into his bed that first time, or even went home with him. Hell, they hadn’t even exchanged phone numbers then. Sure, they had groped each other a bit, more from Rob’s perspective than his, but Alex didn’t buy it. All he said was it was a good tactic, as if Rob had singled him out, to work him like some Con Artist would do.

Granted, the way Rob had acted did make him trust him. Hell, it wasn’t like he was a kid, he had been around the block. So, sure when Rob played hard to get, it made it seem easier, seem more real. But Alex should know he wasn’t a soft mark. He had pretty good instincts, most of the time.

That first time, they had simply sat together, talked about things. Not about others, or about mundane crap either. Rob had a good mind, knew current events, and he had opinions too. He wasn’t some blond air head, he had a mind, which impressed Don. They talked, they danced, and they drank, but not a lot either. Plus, Rob only let him buy him one drink, and he returned the favour too. Alex didn’t seem to take that into account.

When it was time to go, Rob didn’t try to force himself either. He gave Don a quick kiss on the cheek, and a smile. Okay, so he mentioned that he hoped to meet Don again, that maybe he’d seem the next night, sort of enticing him to come back to the bar, but hell, that wasn’t a set up. It was genuine, a simple desire to see if there was interest.

There was too, and the next night had been better than the first meeting. They had danced, touched each other a bit more, and yes, Rob had a hard on, but then so did he. How could he not, the guy was a dream, and he loved to slow dance. Not many his age did, which was another plus in his favour. Never did he just stop when a slow song would come on, and he didn’t try to keep space between them either. He moved in close, rested his head on his shoulder, and just moved with the music.

It excited him too, because Don could feel that whatever he had in his pants, always seemed to get harder & bigger, when they slow danced, when he held the young man in his arms. It felt good, to feel his warmth next to him, to feel his body sway in time with his own. Not once, did it seem to feel odd, or wrong. Rob just fit, and maybe it was that which got Alex bent out of shape?

Waiting at a red light, he realized that on that second meeting, he had two drinks the whole night. Rob hadn’t any more, and he never bought him one either. They simply had a night of fun, without the need for booze. And they closed the place down too, staying beyond last call. And it was then, and only then that he got Rob’s phone number, and Rob his.

He knew that Rob liked him, yet he didn’t push it, he didn’t even suggest going home with him. Not your typical 20 year old, as he was interested, sexually, but he wasn’t wanting it then and there. If he was, he sure as fuck didn’t show it. Rob was certainly sexual, and ever since they had begun to go out, he proved it every time they were together. Again, something that maybe Alex was jealous of.

Don had to admit, when he was Rob’s age, all he could think of was getting off, was seeing who he could fuck or blow, and then move on to the next target. Rob’s attitude had surprised him, been different enough that he found himself actually thinking of him at night, at the beginning. Hell for the next few days, he enjoyed going to sleep, to dream about Rob, about what his dick looked like, about how he would feel touching him, or being touched by him. Hell, he had a wet dream Monday night, thinking about Rob, and at that point, all they had done was dance & talk. Alex was wrong, it wasn’t a set up. He had to be wrong, because damn it, it felt good.

Besides, he was the one who phoned Rob, later in the week. It was his idea to go out together, to have dinner somewhere, then a movie, not Rob’s. Okay, yes Rob was the one who suggested dinner at his apartment, that he would cook something, and yes, it had led to more, but it was him, Don who phoned.

Alex was right in that he had fantasized a great deal about Rob, before phoning him, and yes, it was those dreams, those thoughts, that made him pick up the phone & call. Still, he wasn’t one to do that, to just call someone up out of the blue, but he had. That was a good thing, Alex should have been pleased, not disapproving.

He had no intention of having sex that night either, though he had to admit. He did want to, and when the opportunity came up, well, who would refuse? Christ, Alex would have stripped in a second if Rob had offered himself to him, never mind cook him dinner first.

And he had cooked dinner for Don. It wasn’t anything super fancy, but it wasn’t cheap either. Yet he never asked Don to pay for it, or bring the fixings over. And there was no way that Rob had a lot of money, as he only worked occasionally. Yes that was a drawback, in Alex’s eyes, in his too, but not like how it was with Alex. Still, he did wish Rob would try a bit harder to get a job, to sort of shut the others up.

Yet he always did manage to have money, and he knew it wasn’t all coming from him. Rob’s answer was that he had saved some, plus he did do odd jobs here and there. Like when he had surprised Don with the birthday party. Every thing had been paid for, by Rob. The cake, the party decorations, the small platters of food, the booze even, had all been looked after by Rob.

So he had kept it a secret, had earned some extra cash from delivering papers, and a few other odd jobs, didn’t make him a con, a leach. It was nice, thoughtful even, but Alex didn’t see it that way. He was so damn negative, that it was becoming a hindrance to their friendship.

The dinner Rob had made for him, was not a trap. It was decent food, good company, that led to more. Why couldn’t Alex see that? The whole night was still fresh in his mind, as if it was yesterday. The way Rob had answered the door, sweating and a bit unkempt, but that was from cooking.

His apartment was clean, not a pig sty, like how most guys his age kept their places. The coffee table had real magazines on them, not porn sheets. There weren’t beer bottles all over, in fact there were none. He had some nice stuff, not much, but some. It was all clean, dusted too, which he couldn’t say for his own place. Least not then, sure could now, and that was because of Rob, not him.

That whole night had been simply amazing. He had been nervous, but so had Rob. The way he kept wiping his hands on his pants, to wipe the sweat dry, was noticeable. Yet, the night had been special, even sitting at the table had its moments. Rob had gone out of his way to make it nice, to even make it romantic.

He had some soft music playing, classical actually which had surprised him at first. Then the small table had a table cloth, some candles and wine glasses on it. In some ways, it was like eating out at a secluded little Bistro, off in a corner, where you were hidden by the shadows. It certainly set the tone for the night, and it relaxed him as well.

Don felt his mood change a bit, his anxiety ease, thinking about that third date, that made everything change in his life. It was special, no matter what other’s thought. No matter how much they nagged, or picked at it. He had that night, they couldn’t take that away from him.

The whole night seemed to be a mirage, a dream. The food had been good, but it was the conversation, the atmosphere that made it special. Rob knew how to engage him, to talk with him. It was a rare gift, and after the ice cream & cake, the idea of going out seemed rather, well pointless.

Instead, he had been surprised to have Rob get up and put on some slow dance music. Nothing loud, but rather romantic. To see him now, standing in that small living room, the coffee table pushed aside, his hands open, beckoning him to come to him, to dance, was still a regular part of his night dreams. Even though he had the real thing, it was still a magical moment.

To have this handsome young man, waiting for him to come to him, to dance with him alone, was still enough to excite him. Hell, they still did that on occasion. Rob would now and then, just look at him, and walk to the stereo to put on some music, and then turn to open his arms, to draw him into them to dance.

It had been so amazing, so arousing, that he could still feel the lump in his throat, that it had given him that night. The way his forehead had suddenly beaded up in sweat, the way his heart had pounded with the thrill of it. How heavy his feet had felt, as he pushed the chair away from the small little table, how the candles flickered as he stood up. How Rob looked at him, how his eyes sparkled, as he waited, with those long arms extended towards him.

It had given him the hardest erection he had ever experienced, one that Rob clearly noticed too. It only made him smile wider, tilt his head to one side, and wait. While his own body had reacted so physically, he had notice Rob’s own body wasn’t ignoring the moment either. God, how hard he looked, how hot he was, standing there.

Going from the table to Rob, had been like floating on a cloud. It seemed so timeless, so effortless, despite the heavy feeling in his legs, the lump in his throat, the ache in his crotch. He could still feel it now, as he thought about it, even saw it flash across his face. For a moment, he thought he was there, but quickly focused on his driving. Wouldn’t do to have an accident, but as he wheeled the car around a corner, he knew he had to pull over.

He wasn’t far from home but he needed to stop, to think about what he was doing. He also wanted to keep on thinking about that night, about that first dance. How his whole body had quivered, how it shook when his fingers first touched Rob’s fingers. It was like being shocked by a sudden jolt of electricity, but more than that.

Everything had been perfect, and now it was beyond perfect. The way Rob had taken his hand, put it on his hips, moved in closer to where Don could smell the hint of grape from the wine they had just shared. It was all their, on his breath, as he let his body move in closer, to rest up against Don’s own. How his legs seemed to tremble as it brushed up against Don’s, at how his eyes seemed to glow the closer his head came to Don’s face.

It all was there in front of him now, as he felt himself perspire.

Don could hear the soft sounds of music, the way it had somehow filled the entire room with its sweet sounds, its haunting melody as they began to move to it, their eyes locked on each other’s face. How Rob tilted his head and let it rest on Don’s shoulder for a few turns, then how he lifted it up, to gaze into Don’s face. The way his eyes fluttered, then closed, as he moved in closer. How the sudden press of his lips against Don’s made Don’s heart race, his blood boil. It was all there, in his memory.

As good as his memory was, it couldn’t match that night. He knew it in his heart. The way Rob had just brushed his lips against his, how it felt to feel them touch. The way his whole body seemed to just ache, how his arms encircled Rob, holding him suddenly very tightly, close. How it felt when Rob let him, didn’t even resist, as he opened his own mouth, and let his tongue flick out, to taste those perfect lips.

How Rob’s lips parted, to let him inside, to let him taste all of him, and how he did. The way it felt, the way it all happened wasn’t an act, it was real. His heart knew, still knew it now. It raced then, as it as now, beating wildly, thundering in his ears, resonating deep in his very soul. It touched him in a way no other living being had. Even the feel of him, the way his chest throbbed when held next to him, was all part of it, all of what made him hold on even tighter. It also made Rob hold him just as hard, just as tightly, as if afraid to let go.

There was no mistaking the feelings they had for each other, the way Rob held him & he him. It was like they were made for each other, how their legs entwined into each other, how their bodies seemed to just fit perfectly together. A perfect match of height, of everything. The way his body throbbed, ached for more of Rob, yet he could feel that same desire, that same need in Rob.

It wasn’t sex, it wasn’t the wine either, it was real. He knew that, deep down in a place he doubted Alex ever bothered to search in himself. He had felt it then, still could feel it each time he took Rob into his arms, or Rob took him. Each time they kissed, each time they just looked at each other, it was still there, just as potent as that night.

Don leaned back in his seat, looking out but seeing that night. A drop of sweat dripped from his forehead, as he stared out the windshield, recalling that first deep kiss, that embrace. He could feel it now, as he licked his lips, still taste him, still smell the wine they had shared. His body shuddered, as he let the moment flow over him, as it once more engulfed him in its warm embrace.

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