Burning the Midnight Oil

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (2)

Jimmy still couldn’t quite believe it. How the hell had he missed those signs? More than that, what was going to happen, now that they both were, well outed to each other? Did others at work know, were others at work also, well, also Gay? Man, how could he have been so blind, and yet, to be fair to himself, he really didn’t see how he could have known. Scott always talked about his dates, with girls, and there were a few who showed up too, so it wasn’t like it was just talk. Or was it?

Staring up at him now, seeing how his eyes were fluttering, his nostrils still flaring a bit from his orgasm, well he looked different. Maybe in some way, he had been looking for something obvious, or maybe he just believed in the bullshit that there were signs? Wouldn’t that piss off the religious right, to find out that queers really didn’t have some secret sign, or mark, that made them known to other queers.

He felt a smile on his face, as he too realized how exhausted he was feeling, yet he also was feeling a bit, well, horny. The ache in his butt was growing a bit, as he stared at Scott’s crotch, wondering what it would feel like? Would he be able to take that massive tool, or would he wusse out at the last second? Then too, was that even in the cards? After all, they did have a kiosk to finish setting up.

‘You ready to get back to work sluggard?’

‘Me? You the one who made this small break longer than normal, so don’t call me a sluggard.’

Scott had a rather thoughtful look on his face, as he smiled, but there was something in his eyes, that told Jimmy that he wasn’t perhaps just talking about finishing off the kiosk. Maybe there really was hope for a bit more personal relations between boss and employee?

‘You are just lucky I don’t dock you for it, come on, we got some shelves to put up still, then start humping in the boxes of product. Think you can manage that?’

‘And why wouldn’t I be able to do that?’

‘I don’t know, you young punks tucker out real easy, real men, well, we can keep going for hours.’

Jimmy laughed, as he realized that Scott was indeed talking about more than just the kiosk. Funny, but if he thought about it, well there had been a fair number of those comments before. Problem was, he hadn’t just finished sucking the guy off, to realize he had been talking in code.

‘Listen old man, I can out hump you any day, anytime.’

‘Ya think?’

‘Oh, I know it… old man.’

‘I might just call your bluff, punk.’

‘Go ahead, just make sure you have some oxygen tanks handy, you will need more than one… old man.’

Scott just laughed, and pulled himself upright, and began to turn around, to exit the tight small. His legs brushed up against Jimmy’s which made him look down, at Jimmy’s still naked lower body. His eyes stared for a few seconds at the moving pole, that seemed to be enjoying the sudden attention.

‘Funny, not original, but funny still. Oh, and I have never needed any oxygen, though a few others did, but then, they were about your age… punk.’

With a sort of glazed look in his eyes, Scott left the bathroom stall, letting the door bang a few times. Jimmy heard him wash up quickly, then leave the restroom. He just sat there for a few minutes more, then stood up, pulling his pants back up. There was no doubt that Scott had been talking about doing more, but when?

For a few minutes there, he had thought it would be right there in the bathroom stall, but then they’d never get the kiosk finished. That was one thing about Scott, he took his business seriously. Couldn’t be after either, as Scott had talked about this party for the last week or so, which meant that he’d have to whack off a few times at home, to console himself, or would he?

Making his way back, he almost ran into a few people walking through the mall. He had made his apologizes, but it wasn’t until he had moved on, that he realized he had missed even checking them out. Turning around, he couldn’t help but notice how two of the five guys had pretty good looking butts, yet even as he was looking, he was also comparing them to Scott.

It was like one was nice, a real good bubble butt, yet it just didn’t look as good as Scott’s butt did. The other, well his was interesting but looked rather flabby, something Scott’s behind wasn’t. Strange, how he was now comparing guys to his boss. It wasn’t like him, to fixate on anyone, even if they did meet his criteria. Yet that was what he was doing as he made his way back to the work area, where the kiosk was.

Turning the last corner he saw Trish, standing next to Scott. Suddenly he felt rather angry, to see her there. She was Scott’s latest, or so he had said. It was one reason he hadn’t tumbled to those subtle hints, because in all honesty, Trish was a looker. No way would she be hanging out with a fag, or be patient in getting into his pants either. And from what Scott had said about her, sex had definitely been going on between them.

Still, it shouldn’t bug him, but it was. He felt his body stiffen, felt the anger inside, the desire to scream at her, to tell her to get his fishy hands off his man. The thought, made him pull up, because Scott wasn’t his man. So why did he suddenly want to think he was? Okay, so he was good looking, was the right age, and available, still why did he suddenly assume he was his?

Shaking his head a bit, which got a few looks from some passerby’s, he put a grin on his face, and gave a warm hello to Trish. She turned and smiled at him, a sort of look that showed she appreciated his looks, but one that also said he was way out of her league. If she only knew, he thought, as he grinned back and went on to begin gathering brackets to put in place, for the glass shelving.

Scott was talking to her, in a lowered voice, and he couldn’t make any of the words out. Yet he sensed that she wasn’t very happy at what he was saying. He wanted to look up, to see what Scott’s faced looked like, but he didn’t dare. He felt rather giddy inside, still sort of in shock from the break in the bathroom stall.

Maybe Scott was telling her he couldn’t go to the party with her, maybe tonight was the night for him calling Jimmy’s bluff, though he knew it was no bluff. He was pretty good in the sack, least no one had complained. He also could keep it up, and without needing any blue pill either. In his own mind, he felt rather comfortable in showing Scott, just how much stamina he had. The hard lump in his dick was proof enough. After all, he really did have a good one in the bathroom, but he was ready to go a few more rounds. Least his body seemed to be telling him, specially that ache between his butt cheeks.

Jimmy found his fingers were becoming sweaty, as his mind continued to daydream, to think that tonight wasn’t just going to end with the kiosk being ready. Somehow, inside, he felt like Scott was going to make good on his threat. Time seemed to drag a bit, yet before he knew it, Trish had left, the shelves were all up. All that was left to do, was bring in the inventory & then maybe he could satisfy the growing aches inside. He had managed to avoid staring, too often, yet he knew that when he had, Scott seemed to have been looking too.

Was it maybe regret, or desire? Jimmy wished he could tell, but with Scott, it just seemed like a blank. He had no clue as to what anything meant, if a small wrinkle or curling up his upper lip was good or a bad sign. He felt totally flustered, as he couldn’t help but remember how good Scott had tasted, how powerful his hands had felt, as he held onto Jimmy’s hair.

The unpacking and display was moving along, and as Jimmy reached into the last box, he realized Scott was standing by his side. Looking up at him, he couldn’t help but notice his bulging basket, then at the way the eyes were looking down at him. He was a bit nervous, nearly dropping the fragile carving in his hands.

Clutching the piece, he felt the perspiration trickling down the back of his neck, and the rather trembling shake of his muscles, as he set the piece onto the shelf. It looked perfect, with the price tag dangling just right. He leaned back on his feet, and turned to once more look at his boss, Scott.

‘Done.’

‘I see, and without breaking anything, must be a record.’

‘For you maybe, I don’t break things.’

‘Oh, I think you do, but least it isn’t my stuff. So, you ready to pack it in?’

Jimmy let his head move down, from staring at Scott’s face, to his groin, then lifting his eyebrows, looked back up at him.

‘Always reading to uh, pack it in.’

Scott laughed as he reached down with one hand, to push at his groin, adjusting his bulging basket a bit. The lips were curled upwards, giving his face a rather mischievous look.

‘I am sure you are, grab your stuff, I’ll give you a lift home. Have to make a stop or two on the way.’

Jimmy heard the words, saw the bulge, and yet felt a bit depressed. It was like that was it, there wasn’t going to be any later tonight fun, which he had been hoping for. His body seemed to sag, as he thought that the bulge had been for him, but maybe it was for her, instead. Damn he hated this kind of shit.

After all the guy had gotten him pretty revved up earlier, and all this talk, this banter about taking it, about stamina, and now ‘packing it in’ seemed to say one thing, but mean something totally else. It was a piss off, as he stood up, his own excitement dwindling a bit. Yet he couldn’t help but notice how Scott’s eyes immediately moved down to check him out, as he stood up.

Maybe the guy was just a tease, a flirt who wasn’t really into guys, in the way he was? That could explain why he had such trouble reading him, or figuring out just what he was actually saying. Then too, the way he had cum, it couldn’t just be an act, or about a quick blow job for the sake of Cumming, or could it?

He couldn’t help but dwell on it while in the front seat next to Scott, as they made their way, inevitably to his place. The first stop was at a local liquor store, which only made him more depressed. He figured Scott was stocking up for his date with Trish. There wasn’t much conversation on the way from the mall, to the store, or even as they left it.

Scott seemed preoccupied, and all he could think of was how he wished he could be in Trish’s place tonight, being boned by Scott. He was certain she would be, after all, that was what girls like her wanted. Maybe she saw in Scott a way to get up in the world too, as he was young, successful in business, so naturally she’d want to snag him. And what else did she have, but her body? Not that he wasn’t above using his, for his needs, but she was so obvious.

As the car stopped in front of some apartment building, he jumped a bit as he realized that Scott was once more staring at him. He turned his face, also realizing at how jealous he was of Trish, and how his thinking about her, was sort of, his way of dampening the disappointment. After all, if Scott was maybe just gay curious, how could he compete with someone like Trish?

‘Damn, you are a moody little bitch, aren’t you?’

‘No, hard to talk when you got some weird crap playing on the radio.’

‘Now a music critic I see, okay, so you coming up?’

‘Up where? This your place?’

‘Give the boy a cigar, yes, or you chickening out already?’

It was only for a second, but his face must of shown his surprise, as Scott laughed and gave him a tap on the shoulder, while undoing his seatbelt. In that instant, Jimmy felt like a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders. His body sensed the change, and he could feel the tightness in his pants, as his dick reacted to the sudden news. Trish wasn’t the only one to get boned tonight, if at all. He was, and for some inexplicable reason, he felt like it was his first date.

He could feel his face blush, as he fumbled with his own seatbelt, then he nearly fall out of the car, as he tried to hurry out. All Scott could do was laugh at him, which made him giggle himself. Strange, he never considered himself a giggler, and it was odd to hear his shrill half laugh, half chuckle. It also made his face go redder, as he hurried his step, to keep close to Scott.

The brown paper bag was in his hand as they made their way into the building. It really wasn’t anything spectacular or expensive looking, yet it was nice. He was a bit busy staring at Scott’s backside, seeing how his hips moved, how his legs took large strides. If he didn’t know better, he’d have said Scott was in a hurry too.

That perception made him slow down a bit, and relax. The lump in his throat eased, while the lump in his pants seemed to get harder. He couldn’t help but keep a huge grin on his face, as he also studied Scott’s butt, wondering how it would feel, to slide his own pole between them. Suddenly everything seemed just right, just perfect, as they moved out of the elevator, down the long hallway.

He didn’t even notice which floor they were on, as the doors they passed simply had letters on them, not a single number. For all he knew they could be on the second floor or the very top. It didn’t really matter as they came to the last door of the hallway, and Scott pulled out his keys. He handed Jimmy the brown bag while he fumbled a bit with the door, then they were inside. A quick click and the place was lit up, looking rather stark, but inviting.

Stepping further inside, he noticed how it was rather empty. Typical straight bachelor pad, and nothing like his own dinky apartment, but then this was much larger. He couldn’t help but notice a nice big screen television, some stereo stuff and speakers. Not much else really, other than the rather large sofa. Still it was clean which surprised him as he took his jacket off.

‘I just put ‘em in the bedroom, it’s that door over there.’

Jimmy turned to follow where Scott was pointing and moved over to turn the door handle, to put his jacket inside. He couldn’t quite explain it, but it felt like he was being manoeuvred to the bedroom right off, not even a bit of small talk. On the one hand, he felt like he couldn’t wait either, yet on the other he felt like maybe it was a bit rushed, a bit, well cheap.

Opening the bedroom door, he could tell that it was the one room that Scott used. There was an opened bottle of cologne spray on the end table, of a rather massive looking bed. A lamp, along with an opened box of Condoms , lay next to the spray bottle. The other end table had the alarm clock, but what he noticed the most, was that the bed was made. The guy had to be queer, no straight bachelor ever bothered to make their bed, least none that he had ever known.

He could feel Scott’s eyes on him as he stared at the inside. The smell of his cologne was all over the room, and from behind him too. He felt nervous, felt himself wiping the palms of his hands on his pants, as he turned around, to ask where to put the jacket. As he did, he saw that look, that hunger, in Scott’s eyes. He felt a small tremor inside, as he just tossed the jacket off to one side, not caring where it landed.

‘Guess that means you don’t want a drink first?’

‘Not unless you do.’

Scott lowered his eyes, staring at Jimmy’s crotch. He watched as he licked his lips, then let his eyes look upwards at him. It felt so sexy, so damn erotic, that he couldn’t help but let his hand move down the side of his body, to rest just by the lump in his pants. He pulled back a bit, on the pants, accentuating the bulge. There was no mistaking the eager look flashing in those eyes.

‘I think the drinks can wait, uh, there are perhaps more pressing matters to delve into.’

Jimmy laughed, as he spread his legs a bit further apart, hooking his thumbs into his belt. He stared hard at Scott, as his body stiffened. There was no mistaking Scott’s desire, no error in thinking he wanted him. He wanted to ask about Trish, was about to, when he realized, screw it. All that mattered right now, was to satisfy that hungry look in Scott’s face.

He watched Scott`s eyes widen, as he quickly tore off his clothes. A few popping sounds, a few gasps too, as he tossed his clothes out of the way, and stood in front of Scott, totally nude. His hard dick was aimed right at Scott, then he moved a step or two backwards, then sat down on the bed. He heard it creak a bit, as he pulled himself further up onto the bed, his eyes never leaving Scott`s face.

`Uh, you don`t waste much time, do you punk?’

‘Not when they are your age, old people tend to forget things, or what they are doing.’

Scott laughed as he took a step back, and slowly, with his eyes fixed on Jimmy’s naked body, began to undress himself. He took his time, watching how Jimmy looked at his every move, at how his fingers deftly undid the buttons, letting the shirt hand open. At how he slowly unzipped his pants, pushing them down his long legs, leaving his underwear covering his groin. Jimmy could feel the excitement building, knowing that Scott was playing him, just as he played some of his own dates.

It was all rather nice, to be on the receiving end, watching the man reveal his naked body in slow steady steps. How he saw the dark chest hair flashing beneath the open shirt, to suddenly being totally visible. How the legs appeared darker, thanks to the hair, but all he could think about was what lay under those tight shorts.

Jimmy could feel his own body trembling in anticipation, noticed how Scott kept a close watch on him too. The way he would glance up, to find Scott’s eyes peering right at his wavering dick. How those eyes looked so longingly at his dick, which made him reach down, to give it a quick tug, a little push towards Scott’s direction.

He saw the little shudder, the way the muscles in the thighs shook, and he smiled to himself, as he let his finger run underneath the cap of his head, making his dick quiver a bit. There was no mistaking how excited Scott was becoming, as he no longer was taking his time.

Jimmy had glanced away, briefly, to stare at his hard cock, and the sudden feeling of the bed moving, made him quickly look back towards Scott. The older man was already next to him, his eyes looking at Jimmy, then down at his cock. His mouth looked dry, but his eyes were glowing, as his hand moved out, to rest lightly on Jimmy’s knee. The fingers tighten and pressed deeply into his flesh, then the man’s strength pulled, making his legs spread further apart, exposing all of his groin.

‘I think I will have a drink.’ he softly said, as Jimmy watched his head come down and block out his own vision. He felt the hand move up and push at his other leg, widening the space between his legs. He could feel the hot breath, as his head tilted back, one hand resting lightly on Scott’s head.

It wasn’t as he had expected, but the sudden grip around the base of his cock, made him suddenly moan. Then he felt the jolt inside, felt the growing tremor rushing through his whole body, as his legs spread a bit further, his toes began to ache. Scott had taken hold of his cock, and the lips were already moving down the cock head, the tongue licking at the oozing precum.

Jimmy felt his hand tightening around Scott’s hair, as the wet mouth slid further down his burning pole. He felt his lungs exhale, as he felt the lips holding onto the flesh, as the mouth slid even further down. His whole body felt like it was on fire, as Scott sucked on him, moving up and down his pole, like a bloody suction machine. Jimmy felt like he couldn’t hold back, as his hips began to try and arch upwards, to drive more of his cock into the warm wet mouth. He heard himself moaning, as he put both hands on top of Scott’s head, pushing it down as hard as he could.

The press of his nose into the soft belly only made him moan more, but Scott was a lot stronger, as he pulled up suddenly, panting a bit as he looked sideways at Jimmy. Then he quickly moved his body up and was taking Jimmy’s face into his hands, and kissing him hard full on the lips. He could smell his own scent, as he opened his lips, to let Scott’s tongue dive deep inside. His body shook, as Scott had hold of his dick, stroking it while kissing him. It was unbelievable, as he tasted his own pre cum, then as he was trying to kiss back, he felt his chest heave. His body was aching everywhere, as he felt Scott’s hands down at his legs, felt his body cross over his, and rest in between his spread legs.

He knew what was coming, but was enjoying the hard press of Scott’s body on his, at how his hands moved up and down his sides, at how they touched his legs, pushing them even further apart. He moaned more, as his own hands were grabbing at every possible reachable part of Scott, when he felt the lips around one nipple, the one hand reaching under his buttocks. He cried out as he found himself being flipped over onto his side, Scott now behind him.

The sudden press of fingers between his cheeks made him moan softly, as he felt the sudden pain of his buttocks being pushed apart. Then the hard raspy tongue was licking at him, just above his crack. Every nerve inside was tingling, as he bit into the pillow, struggling to not cry out, as he felt the rolling waves of pleasure going through every part of his body.

The tongue was digging at his insides, licking him hard and then softly, twirling around his tight pink hole but not touching more than the edges. He felt it pucker, felt the need to have it touched, as he pushed his torso back, trying to direct that raspy tongue to where he wanted it. Scott continued to ignore his needs, until his body once more shook in an uncontrollable spasm of pleasure.

He felt his butt quiver, felt the ache growing around his hole, as the tongue moved all around the small pink hole. He felt the muscles coil, felt the desire become almost unbearable, making him cry out, in a begging tone, wanting Scott to do him, to fill him.

There was no answer, just the tongue moving around his hole, the fingers digging in even deeper, pulling at his flesh, widening the gap between his two cheeks. He moaned now, adding more pleas to what seemed deaf ears, when he felt the first touch. Jimmy nearly shot his load, as his cock jerked, as his whole body shuddered.

Scott’s tongue suddenly had stopped playing with him, and was now diving past his hole, spreading it open by its own strength. He felt the tip slide past his muscle, diving deep inside to lick at the soft velvet lining of his flesh. He cried out, one hand pounding the bed, as Scott’s tongue licked him hard and deep.

His body twisted and turned, as sweat poured from every open pore on his body. The tongue moved up and down, side to side, then out, then in. He felt his body shaking, felt his cock jerking, felt his balls aching threatening to unleash their precious milk at any second. He cried out, trying to hold it back, desperate to but knowing he couldn’t. His voice echoed in the room, as his body could no longer holdback.

The words seemed lost in the big bedroom, but suddenly found himself back on his back. Over top of him was Scott, and his cock was quickly being engulfed into the older man’s mouth, just as his body gave one last shudder. The pain in his groin was replaced by a sudden rushing sensation, as his body exploded.

He felt the cum leaving his body, felt it quickly filling Scott’s mouth. He heard a short gagging sound, but his ears were quickly filled by the thunder of his own heart, as he reached down and up, to grab hold of Scott’s head. Jimmy held it tightly, as his whole body arched up, driving his cock further into Scott’s mouth. He felt his cum coating the sides of his exploding cock, making him quiver even more, making his body jerk harder.

As the last of his cum trickled out, he felt the cool air, felt the press of Scott’s body on top of his leaning off to one side. Drops of something wet fell onto his heaving chest, as Scott move across, then back again. He felt the hands pulling and pushing at his still shaking body. His mind was still reeling from the waves of pleasure, when he found himself facing the door, the pillow off to one side. He could hear some noise, but couldn’t make them out.

His body was still shaking, when he felt the hands moving his legs, pushing him harder onto his side, one hand suddenly running between his cheeks, moist and rough. Jimmy felt his body shaking, as there was suddenly hard being wedged between his cheeks. He moved a bit, to try and look over his shoulder, but he couldn’t. The hard press of something very solid was now at his hole, and he realized that he was about to be penetrated.

It all came to him, in that instant. The reaching over was for the Condoms , the big thick object was Scott’s dick, and as he sucked in air, he felt the first jolt of pain begin to enter his body. His legs stiffened, as Scott pushed a bit harder, one hand pushing his leg apart, his upper body resting on Jimmy’s. He felt his hot breath on the side of his face, smelled the mixture of cum, of sweat, as he felt the hard lancing pain tearing into his body.

For a moment, he thought he couldn’t take it, his scream nearly out of his throat. Then he felt the muscle inside surrender, felt the hard thick head slide past and enter him. He cried out, but not from pain, but from pleasure, as Scott’s cock drove into his body. He felt its thickness, just as his mouth had earlier that day. God, to think of how big it had been, to think it was now inside of him, made him shake. His hands hit the bed, he bit the blanket, as he pushed his hips backwards, wanting more of the big cock to penetrate him.

Jimmy felt the press of Scott’s body up against his, felt it drive him forward a bit, as the groin pressed into his butt. He moaned now, as slowly Scott began to pull back, to hopefully drive it back in, and he wasn’t disappointed. The sudden thrust forward made him cry out, made his body shudder again, made his legs tighten. He couldn’t believe how full he felt, how his whole body seemed to be filled by the hard cock.

In and out it went, slow and deliberate, then suddenly the speed picked up. He could feel it jack hammer into his body, the sounds of Scott’s thigh slapping up against his butt cheeks. He felt each thrust which made him cry out, made him moan constantly. The hard thrusts didn’t seem to stop, as Scott began to change up. He would push in hard, then very slowly pull back, then several quick hard hammering thrusts, then back to a more regular rhythm.

Jimmy could feel his body shaking, feel it being drenched in sweat both from his own perspiration, as well as from the torrent dripping off onto his body from Scott. Off in the distance he could hear other sounds, but his own ears could only hear his own cries, along with the thunder of his heart, as his pulse continued to race. His chest ached, as the hard cock continued to dig into his body. He could feel the veins pulsing as they pushed past his tingling nerves.

Every part of him seemed coiled, as the big dick dove in, then slowly pulled back. His toes were curling, the muscles everywhere, were protesting, yet he couldn’t stop it. Instead he could hear himself begging for more, pleading for more, which Scott seemed willing to do. The thrusts grew quicker, then deeper too. He felt his whole body being pounded, felt it slide across the bed with each hammering blow into his body, when finally the distant noise became distinguishable. He could hear Scott crying out, hear his hard panting breath blowing across his face, then suddenly it was gone.

The head of the cock was still inside him, then suddenly it was racing into his body faster than before. He felt Scott’s body crash into his, felt his whole body push forward, sliding forward from the force of the blow against his buttocks. He felt the cock inside thicken, felt it swelling up, then he felt it. The whole cock seemed to shake, to jerk wildly and bang Jimmy’s inside.

Just as suddenly as it had been driven in, he felt the sudden emptiness inside. He cried out, begging for its return, but as the words escaped his lips, hot burning stings blew across his quivering cheeks. He flinched, as he felt the burning liquid strike him everywhere. His voice was hoarse, as he heard the hard panting breath, felt it once more across his face, then he felt the sudden weight on his body.

His legs trembled, as his body took the weight, as more gobs of hot liquid seemed to dribble down between his cheeks, and across them. He could hear Scott’s heavy breathing, hear his own, as his body quivered, as the hot burning liquid cooled, drying quickly on his hot flesh. He felt not only his own body shaking, but Scott’s too. It was strange, to feel so exhausted, yet be unwilling to let it end.

In a croaking voice he heard himself taunting Scott.

‘That all you got Old Man?’

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Entering the Dark Side

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (2)

The silence was uncomfortable. He couldn’t help himself staring, and yet it seemed that Dix was totally impervious to his stares, or his needs. It was like a test of wills, in some ways. How he had a sort of blank stare on his face, while Mark stood there, sweating.

Staring at the phone, he remembered just how it all felt, how he felt annoyed at first, then self conscious, then scared, as Dix just stared at him. Eventually he managed to avert his gaze, and it was shortly after that he was ordered to get on the table. It was like a sudden surge of relief, and anxiety all rolled into one.

He stretched out on the table, and felt the hands pulling him, positioning him slightly differently. His neck was resting on a rolled up leather tube, that gave him support. Then came the restraints. Each one was carefully tightened over his wrists and ankles, making it impossible for him to move.

Mark felt Dix’s presence, as he came close, and whispered into his ear: ‘What is your safe word?’

Immediately he answered, ‘Demon, Sir’ which got him a pat on the head. In some ways, it was rather exciting, to feel that gentle little pat on his head, more rewarding than any words could make him feel. It was strange, thinking of that now, of those little touches, little signs of doing something right. He could still feel the pride, the warmth with each pat, each gentle caress that it earned him.

While other sex, they had always expressed their pleasure, this was different. It was in the moment, not afterwards, and it wasn’t words either. You expected those words after a hard fuck, or long tasty blow job. Yet that was during the sex, and he settled back into his couch, feeling the twinge, yet feeling that pleasure too.

Funny how it all seemed to mingle together, as he struggled with deciding on whether to call or not. Some of what had happened, scared the shit out of him, yet at the same time, the good feelings far outweighed the others. And to be honest, he wasn’t so sure the others were bad, just that they were new to him.

The whip for instance. How sinister it looked in Dix’s hand, as he held over Mark’s face that first time. How the strands of leather hung from it (*known as falls), lightly touching the cheek of his face. How his eyes fixed on the hard knot at the end, where it joined the handle, and how dark it all looked in the flickering candle light. He had swallowed hard, as Dix held it near his face.

They had mentioned corporal punishment, and how he might want to try being disciplined with a variety of tools. A cane, a riding crop, and even a hand whip were mentioned, which he had agreed to. Now seeing it, well he was having more than second thoughts.

Yet Dix just stared at him, that little evil grin on his face, as he ran the leather straps down the side of Mark’s face, then under his chin. He used it to lift his chin up, ordering him to keep his head that way, as he let the leather lightly caress his throat, then down the centre of Mark’s chest.

He felt his muscles coil, felt his heart race a bit, as the falls continued to lightly move down his chest, towards his crotch. How Dix let them dangle, let them tease him, was making him both nervous and excited. He was afraid he couldn’t handle them, with any force, yet their slow movement across his flesh made him ache to feel it, to have them lash out and strike.

When Dix moved them down between his legs, how they lay across his groin, then around his hard dick, made him wet his lips. He felt strangely excited, more alive and sensitive to each touch of the falls, thongs, that he felt his balls swelling, felt the cum swirling inside, wanting to escape.

The muscles along the inside of his thighs quivered, as the leather slid past them, making his nerves tingle in anticipation, then when Dix suddenly pushed them up and under his balls, he moaned. He felt the hard knob of where the leather falls had been gathered together, felt it press up against the root of his cock. He felt his body arch upwards, felt his legs strain at the ankle restraints.

Then suddenly they were gone, the feeling was just taken away. His body slumped back to the table, his heart felt disappointed, as he felt the ache in his balls, and in his ass too. He had thought for sure there would be more.

A creaking sound made him flinch, but he kept his head tilted back, as ordered. He felt a sudden burning sensation across his groin, felt his cock jerk as something hot hit the shaft, then across his cock head. He cried out in surprise, as more drops of hot liquid dripped onto his groin, drying almost instantly. He had no idea what it was, as he lay there, head tilted back. He so wanted to lift it up, to stare down his body, but he was too afraid of what Dix would do.

His balls were suddenly grabbed. Mark felt the hand take them both, and squeeze, making him wince, then cry out a bit, as the hand twisted his balls, then pushed them inwards, as if to crush them back into his body. His legs twitched, at the pain that came up his backside, then it suddenly ended. He breathed in deeply, as his hard pole was now grasped by a hand, tightly squeezing the base of it. He moaned a bit, as the hand pushed up and down for a few quick hard strokes. His head move a bit, side to side, which brought a slap to one hip.

‘Keep still’ was ordered, and Mark struggled to obey, to not move, but it was hard to do, as the waves of pleasure and pain continued to race up his body from his cock. He felt himself moaning, felt his body shaking as the hand clasped his dick even harder, almost as if to strangle it.

The hand moved down under his cock, pushing his balls upwards, then two hard fingers began to massage his crack, to run up and down between his cheeks. He wanted to lift his legs up, to let the fingers have more access, but he couldn’t. His restraints made it impossible for him to shift himself much, plus he had been told to stay still.

It was agony, as the fingers moved up and down, then twirled around his tight hole. He felt the tips brushing past, lightly pulling at the muscle, lightly opening it. He moaned more as the fingers began to concentrate just on his hole, on the tiny sphincter muscle around it.

The penetration was quick and hard. Mark cried out as suddenly not one, but both fingers were digging into his insides, his muscles unable to prevent their entry. They move in deep and hard. He felt his insides protest, felt his body arch upwards, that got him another hard slap on a side of his body, around his buttocks.

It hurt, and yet as the fingers moved in and out, in a steady but fast motion, he also felt the pleasure such penetration eventually delivered. His head ached, and he could feel the sweat dripping from his forehead, as Dix worked his hole. Soon a third finger was pushing in, making his insides stretch even more. He cried out, a sort of muffled moan, that made the fingers twist a bit, as they pushed hard inside.

Mark had no idea for how long he was fingered, but he felt the change, when his throbbing cock was suddenly engulfed in a warm wetness. He cried out, as Dix’s lips wrapped around his cock, and slid down, while three fingers probed his insides. He felt his body arch up, to meet Dix’s mouth, to escape the fingers.

Dix let his mouth take him all, every inch of his throbbing cock. He felt the man’s nose pressing into his soft belly, felt his face on his groin, as his cock was deep inside of his mouth. His body shuddered, as the tongue licked at the throbbing veins around his cock, as his balls began to throb as well. He wanted to cum, felt his balls getting ready, when once more all of the sensations just ended.

He could hear himself panting, as his body relaxed on the table. Every nerve inside of him was screaming, wanting more, as he struggled to gulp in air. The flickering candle lights made him blink several times, when he felt Dix’s hand push his head back, so it rested in a more normal position.

Thinking about it now, he also realized that not once, during the entire session, had his dick softened. Not for one single moment, did his dick soften or even slightly soften. It kept hard, throughout, which was unusual for him. Not that he had problems keeping it up, just that at certain moments, it would relax, as he and his partner gathered themselves for the next bit of fun.

Funny how that hadn’t happened last night, or for that matter, how during those odd little breaks, those moments of nothing but silence, how his dick seemed to ache even more, seemed to throb just that much more. It was like it hated the break, anticipated more happening, which it never did. In some ways, it was as if his dick knew more of what was happening than his mind.

The whole night had been like that too, nothing seemed expected, yet when things happened, his body was like amazed, taken by complete surprise. Every nerve in his body never seemed to totally relax, but his dick, just seemed to know more was coming. Not once, which really was remarkable, given how long he had been there.

His arms and legs were sore, from being stretched out for so long, but he didn’t complain. One more of the rules he remembered, which was to not speak, unless to utter the safe word, or to reply to a command. For him, that was different. He was a surveyor, used to giving orders to others, to move this way or that way, yet here he was, the one taking the orders.

In his other life, his sex life before last night, he was the aggressor, the top. He was the one who decided what would be done, when and how. If he liked the guy’s looks, how his dick hung, he’d suck him off. If not, well the hand was a good tool at times, and rarely did he ever meet someone that he wanted to rim. Though he liked receiving it, he wasn’t a fan of ass sucking.

He had told Dix that, who simply told him, if he wanted his ass licked, he had to do it. That had been a tough call to make, sitting drinking some coffee in a rather ornate room. Yet he had bitten the bullet, realizing that Dix was pushing him, testing him. Agreeing that he would rim Dix, if ordered to, was just one more way he felt himself submitting to the will of another. At first glance, Dix would not be one he would normally choose to give a rim job to.

Everything kept playing over in his mind, running together. How he had sat agreeing to do things, then actually doing them, or not. It all seemed like one blurred picture, yet distinct enough to make him ache for more, even now, hours later. In some ways, it felt like maybe he was just some sicko, yet at the same time, he felt so alive, so full of life.

Okay he hadn’t had much sleep, and had been sitting here for what seemed like hours, but he felt tingly all over. Sure, he didn’t like everything that he had done last night, or had done to him, but it was the whole package, that had him feeling so invigorated. It was almost as if he had a brand new perspective on things, even work.

Having his morning coffee was even different now. It kept reminding him of Dix, of that room, of those papers. It also reminded him of his decision, of having to make a choice. Glancing at the clock, he realized that time was starting to run out, that he had only minutes to decide.

There was no doubt that if he was late, if his clock was off by a minute or two, it wouldn’t matter. He’d be shit out of luck, which made him pick up the phone. He knew inside what he wanted, how he wanted to keep on feeling, yet his mind was still opposing him. It was still throwing up roadblocks, playing to his fears.

Like how Dix made him suck him off, was one thing that had nearly made him use the safe word that night. How he had stuffed his own uncut cock into Mark’s mouth, forcing it past his lips and down into his throat. How he had nearly choked on it, and how Dix kept at him to take it all, to suck the whole thing, had made him panic.

It wasn’t like he hadn’t deep throated a dick before, some even a bigger than Dix’s eight inches, but the way it was just thrust into his mouth, at how the hand grabbed at his hair, lifting his head up, to take the whole cock straight in.

No preliminaries, no warnings, just suddenly his head was being lifted up by the roots of his hair, the smell of stale sweat filling his nostrils, then the thick pole being stuffed down his mouth. How it hurt his jaw, made his tongue flatten all came back to him, as he held the phone in one hand.

Mark had nearly thrown up. Not once, but three times, as Dix was merciless. He kept pushing it in and out, forcing Mark to take it, making Mark gag more than once. It was rough, hard, and yet it made his body tingle, made his own cock jerk a bit as he tried to swallow the cock, to let his throat muscles relax.

It had gone on for several minutes. He had felt the skin tighten around Dix’s shaft, felt the head become more noticeable as the foreskin was held back. He tasted his salty precum too, which seemed to be never ending. It made him nearly toss his cookies, but he held back, afraid to let his natural urges take over. Dix had pounded his face for what seemed forever, then like everything else, it just ended.

For several minutes afterwards, he coughed, trying to get his throat relax, wondering when the next assault on his mouth would happen. His body ached too, as he slowly stopped panting, gradually feeling his throat ease. It was then, when Dix once more brought out the whip.

Mark had been turned over, but in a different way than before. His head now hung over the table, his arms were stretched out and downwards, towards his feet. His legs still spread far apart, but they felt different.

Dix held the whip under his face, so he could see it, then once again he brought Mark’s face up, using the hard end. Mark stared into Dix’s eyes, saw that same little grin, saw the sparkle in the eyes too, which made him tremble. He was in position to being whipped, and he knew it. It scared him as Dix stared at him, then once more let his head fall back down. The falls moved across his cheek, then up over his shoulder.

Mark felt his body shake, felt his arm twitch as the leather moved lightly over his shoulder blades, and along the back of his neck, then gradually down his spine. He felt them brushing past his lower back, to rest around the top of his buttocks and back. He felt himself licking his lips, then biting lightly at his lower lip, as the leather pieces just sat there, as if trying to choose where to strike him.

His muscles were once more coiled up, as Dix moved them down one of his butt cheeks, then down between his legs. A hand reached out and underneath to grab hold of his scrotum, and pull them back, so they were between his legs, but visible, not hidden by his lower body.

Down the inside of his leg they moved, slowly and lightly, until they curled around his foot, then back up Dix took them, to once more tease his buttocks. He felt the hard knob suddenly push between his cheeks, then he felt the soft leather caress his exposed balls. He felt frightened, wondering if Dix was going to whip his balls, or worse, reach out and push his hard dick down, and whip that.

Strange thoughts had run through his mind, as Dix just stopped the motion. The leather straps rested on his balls, and Mark could hear his heavy breathing as he waited for the pain to come. He felt his nerves tingling, felt his body grow taut, in anticipation, but instead nothing happened. He felt slightly deflated, when the loud whack echoed in the room.

Mark cried out instinctively, as he felt the hard blow across both cheeks. He only felt the one, realizing that it was something else that had hit his cheeks. The warmth was creeping up from where he had been struck, as the next blow landed just above the first. He kept quiet this time, biting on his lower lip as the pain and warmth, both made their way up his spine and through his whole body.

He flinched after the third blow landed just below the first one. His legs jerked as he felt the tingling of his body, as he felt his balls suddenly swell up and try to push up into his belly, then sag down. A fourth blow was not so straight across, but more on a diagonal, cutting across the three previous blows. He felt himself groan, felt his toes curl up a bit and his legs jerk.

The restraints hurt as his arms pulled at them, as well as his legs, as each blow landed, all on different spots of his fleshy cheeks. He felt the warmth become a solid wave, felt the pain become a bit more intense. Each blow was deliberate and full on to his cheeks, which he could feel shake after the landing of them. His eyes were clenched shut, as each blow struck, his teeth digging into the lower lip, making his cries muffled.

The table creaked, and he felt something wedge between the burning flesh of his buttocks. His head was in a cloud, as he felt the hard press of a thick pole, thinking it was the cane or riding crop that Dix must have used on him. He gritted his teeth, as suddenly he felt the thick knob pressing up against his hole, then slice inside.

He cried out, straining at the restraints as his whole body trembled. His legs grew taut, as did his arms, as they struggled to break free of the restraints. Yet even as he thrashed around, he felt the pain race up his spine, making him even more tense, more tight.

Whatever it was, it was in quickly, stretching his insides like nothing else had so far that night. He cried out, his hands balled up into fists, as he realized that whatever it was, it wasn’t a cane or riding crop, it was just too thick for that. Mark felt his body shaking, as the hard object drove deep into him, making his insides stretch beyond their breaking point. He felt them ache, felt them protest, as the hard pole shaped object stopped its drive in, then began to pull back.

He realized then, that it was Dix’s hard cock. The pain inside only grew, despite knowing what was being impaled into his body. The hard slap of Dix’s groin into his cheeks only added to his groans. He felt each thrust, that seemed to drive in deeper than the previous one. His whole body shook, as he twisted his head from side to side, as the hard cock dove in. Then it would stop for a brief second, before being very slowly withdrawn, to where just the cock head was inside of him.

Each thrust made him jump, made him strain at his restraints. He cried out, wanting to call out ‘demon’ but he didn’t. He bit his lip, until he tasted blood, as the hard pole would dive deep into him. Each thrust going further, each thrust forcing all of Dix’s weight to force him flat against the hard wooden surface of the table. He cried out, but stopped short of yelling out ‘demon’.

While his body struggled with the pain, the fullness inside, his mind grew stubborn, refusing to let him give him. It kept telling him to take it, to not think of the word, to not think of ending the pain, that was filling his whole body. He let himself take it, believing Dix was merely testing him, to see if he was worthy of more, or being allowed to cum.

His cock ached as it slid up and down against the hard table. How his taut belly rubbed one side, the hard wood the other. It made him groan, made his legs twitch, his arms strain. Each crushing thrust brought a sort of grunt from Dix, but that was it, as he felt himself getting closer, nearing the point of orgasm.

The pain inside stopped as suddenly as it had come to him. He felt his chest heave, felt his heart still pounding despite the lack of any pressure on his backside. Then his head was once more held in a vice like grip, and his eyes opened, to see the massive cock in front. Before he could say or do a thing, it was being driven into his mouth. Once more he felt his throat constrict, felt it try to stop the thick pole from entering, but he failed.

Only this time, it didn’t seem to take him as long to relax his muscles. Then too, the thrusts were quick, and hard, when he felt the fingers pulling at his hair, as he felt them yank hard, as the cock was thrust deep down into his throat, further than before. He smelled the testosterone, smelled that man aroma, and as his nostrils flared, he felt the jerk of the cock.

He knew what was to come, but then suddenly the hard thrusts ended. The thick pole was taken out and all Mark could hear was the heavy panting from both himself, and Dix. Then he felt a hand reaching down underneath his heaving body, and take hold of his cock. The fingers wrapped around it, and stroked it while he lay on top.

There was no way he could hold back, on the third stroke he felt himself explode, felt his balls suddenly empty their contents. He felt his cock shake, felt it tremble in between the hand that was sliding along its length. He cried out, yelling he was cumming.

He was too late in shouting his warning, as the hand suddenly stopped moving. Yet he felt his whole body shudder, felt the explosion of his milk as it raced through his cock, streaming out onto the table and along his heaving chest. Mark felt his muscles suddenly collapse, his whole body shaking. Every part of him was suddenly exhausted, as his cum spewed out. The hand that held his dick, was quickly removed, but he still shot a small final load of cum.

Mark lay there, slowly letting his body return to normal. There wasn’t any other sounds really, just his own panting breathing. He didn’t know what to do, or if that was the end of it, as he felt completely exhausted. His ass hurt from the caning, his legs and arms hurt from how he had thrashed while taking Dix’s cock, but he didn’t want it to be over. He wanted more, wanted to take Dix again in his ass, but he wasn’t even sure if Dix was still in the room, it was devoid of any other sound, but his own.

He was beginning to wonder if Dix had left, when he felt the restraint on an ankle loosen, then another. The wrists were last to come off, as he lay there, totally spent. His body ached, as he didn’t have any strength to even lift his head up, to try and see where Dix was.

His body flinched, as once more he felt the leather straps on his shoulder. His head turned to see Dix standing near him. His eyes were narrow, sort of slanted, as he told him to get off the table and get down on his knees. Mark swallowed, not sure if he could do it, but he managed to push himself up, then slide his legs off the table.

Holding on, he lowered himself off, to kneel at the side of the table. His eyes followed Dix’s every movement, not sure what was going to happen. His lips felt bruised, and he could still taste his blood, as Dix moved to stand right in front of Mark.

He had one hand holding his cock, which was still hard. Mark noticed how the cock head was still so purple in color, so full too. It made him lick his lips, which seemed to get Dix to smile. Then, before he could move, Dix had his other hand around the back of Mark’s head, and was holding it tightly, as he moved in closer, and shoved his cock towards Mark’s mouth.

There was no need for any words, as he quickly opened his mouth, to let Dix ram the hard cock past his bruised lips. He felt it push inwards, once more filling his mouth and throat with its thickness and length. The cock was shoved in as far as possible. He could feel Dix’s pubic hairs rubbing up against his face, smell them, as Dix began to twist and turn his hips.

It didn’t take him long either, before he was pounding Mark’s face with his hard dick. The one hand behind his head, kept him from moving away, made him take every inch of that cock down into his throat. He felt his body shaking still, as Dix pounded his face. He could hear the man’s breathing growing shorter, feel the thrusts coming faster, when Dix just pulled it all out.

Before he could close his mouth, he felt the stinging stream of hot cum splatter across his face. He heard the low groan too, as the hot cum struck him. He closed his eyes briefly, but then couldn’t resist opening them again, to watch the stream of milky cum shoot out from the cock head. He licked at his lips, tasting the cum, as more shot out. He felt it hit him, as Dix stroked his cock a few more times, before it was all over.

Mark leaned back against the table, totally exhausted, covered in Dix’s cum. His own belly and chest had his own dried seed on it, as he looked over at Dix, who still stood there, staring back at him.

It was shortly after that, when Dix had told him that if he wanted more, if he wanted to not have sessions end so quick, that he would have to call tomorrow, to confirm his desire for more advanced training. It was said so softly, so low, that he had trouble picking up each word, yet when he did, he felt his body shake. It was like he was on the edge of a cliff, about to fall off.

Looking down, at the phone in his hand, he felt himself shake all over again. It was as if he could hear Dix now, telling him that there was lots to learn, that it would take months before he could really call himself trained. Mark felt the sweat on the palms of his hand, as his eyes stared up at the clock. Licking his lips, he began to punch the numbers, realizing that time was nearly gone, that his chance to enjoy it all, was about gone.

Mark fumbled with the phone, having to hit cancel twice, before he finally got the numbers pressed. He waited, looking at the clock, waiting. His body was tense, as he realized how close it was to the time limit set by Dix.

‘please, let my clock be fast, please oh please’ he kept saying as he waited for Dix to answer the phone.

On The Run

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (3)

Bobby Rae pushed the barrel up hard, making TJ wince from the pain. He knew he should keep on taunting him, but he had nothing left. There was no way out, so he might as well not make it any easier for the bastard. Still, he could choose his words a bit better, but then what the fuck, he was fairly certain he’d be long in the ground before much longer.

The gun was slid out from between his legs, and he could hear Bobby Rae grunt, and suck in some air. There was no doubt that the guy was heated up, but what else could he do? Smack him around a bit or rifle whip him? So he’d maybe break a few bones before finishing him off, least then it wouldn’t seem so bad.

The rifle simply moved away, and he relaxed a little, wondering when it would come crashing into him. Would Bobby Rae simply ram it across his leg or his arm? Would he even bother, and just simply pull the triggers? Then too, would he shoot him in the cabin? It would leave a mess, one that even Bobby Rae would know someone would eventually notice.

No, he’d maim him first, break a few bones, to get TJ to cry out, to have him begging for him to stop, but he knew he would never do that, no matter how many limbs he broke or cracked. He wasn’t going to give into the bastard, not now, not ever.

The hairs on the back of his neck stood up suddenly, as he felt a chill across his back. Then he heard the door open, and then close quickly. He didn’t dare look out between his legs, but he stood there, hunched over holding onto his ankles, staring at the floor. Bobby Rae’s heavy boot echoed on the wooden floor, coming back closer to him. Yet there was a sort of different sound to it.

It wasn’t as forceful of a tread, muted sort of plus there was a sound of something jangling, like keys or such, but he tried to ignore it. Instead he tried to think of other things, to let his memories have one last play before his mind, before his lights were permanently dimmed.

A few images flew past, just brief flings or one’s that were just about getting off. Not like Doug, in that it had been memorable, just that it was nothing but random sex. He sucked in some air, as he tried to think, to take his mind off his impending doom. In some ways he began to feel sad, not for what he figured was to be his last moments alive, but that really he didn’t have a lot of memories worth holding on to.

Sure there was Rick and Ron, and then Doug from last summer. Man that guy was hot, and while he had only been in the county for 10 days, it seemed like a lot longer at the time. How they would meet at different places, have a quick suck, before going back to TJ’s place, where they would really let loose.

Try as he might, he wanted to think that there was more than just three good memories to hold, to review one last time. As the sound of Bobby Rae coming closer, his body shook a little in panic, when the image of the dark haired guy in the red Corvette flashed before him.

He had been pumping gas at the gas station by the Inter State, as a favour to Ron. Ron had some test to study for, needed the time, so naturally TJ had offered to work his shift, not like he hadn’t done it before. Besides, it was easy enough work, and it meant a few extra bucks too. That always came in handy, but that day was what his dad would call a ‘red letter one’.

He had spotted the car coming off the exit ramp, saw the dust as it hit the county road leading past the station. The bright cherry red color just seemed to glimmer in the sunshine, and as it came closer, the air around it seemed to just shimmer. It really was a hot looking car, but when it pulled into the Station, the guy driving it was just as good looking.

Man, talk about being lucky, as the guy had rather short hair, dark that matched his deep tan too. As he turned the car off, he took off the sun glasses and TJ saw a pair of rich brown eyes that just made his heart skip a beat or two. He couldn’t help himself, as he had been thinking of Ron, and how he had promised not only to let him have the day’s pay, but would give him something special later on that night. Now he knew it was either gonna be a joint of some of that good BC Bud, or his dick. Either one was worth spending the day pumping gas.

As he walked around to fill the tank up, another first for him, he couldn’t help but notice how the guy kept looking at him, checking him out. Hell, he knew he wasn’t bad looking, but it was nice when strangers thought so too. Naturally he had done some checking of his own, enjoying the nice tight butt the guy had, and how his face looked when he talked. It was like he was always smiling too, and when he popped the hood for TJ, well, that was the beginning of one hell of a night.

TJ heard something being slid out of its case, or hold, then he realized it was Bobby Rae’s belt. So the bastard was gonna whip him first, like that was going to make him cry out? Not fucking likely, but still, he just wished the bastard would get it over with. All this suspense was becoming a bore, but then too, the longer Bobby Rae prolonged it, the more time he would have to remember those special times, like with Jordan.

It was while under the hood that Jordan made his play, which had surprised TJ. Normally he was the one making all the plays, so it was a surprise when the guy leaning in, with him, under the hood. Then as he pulled the dipstick out, he felt the guy’s hand suddenly resting on his. He had placed it on the side, to balance himself, while reaching for the dipstick.

With his hand in mid air, the dipstick just showing, he turned towards the driver, to see his dark brown hairs looking into his face. The way they glittered, along with the curling smile around the lips only made his heart skip a beat. The hand didn’t move, but rested lightly as they stared at each other.

Finally the guy leaned back, and watched as TJ wiped the dipstick, telling him the oil level was just fine. The guy had grinned, saying ‘well the car may not any oil, but I damn sure do’ and that was it.

TJ didn’t need any other encouragement. He knew exactly what the guy meant, and it wasn’t like there were lots of people around. He just grinned back at him, saying ‘he had some private stock oil, that was guaranteed to keep his motor well lubed’ which made the guy smile even more.

Strange to be thinking of guys he did, or who did him, as possibly his last thoughts. Shit, maybe it was natural, or maybe he was just trying to avoid dwelling on his lack of luck. Yet then again, he didn’t think he was unlucky. After all, taking Ron’s shift, meeting Jordan, and having their first little fun in the office of the gas station, was well, lucky.

It was lucky because no one drove by, no one came in to interrupt while he stood behind the counter, with Jordan on his knees, sucking on his dick. Nor did anyone suddenly show up needing gas, while he returned the favor a few minutes after he had shot a good sized load into Jordan’s eager mouth.

What wasn’t lucky about finding out that the guy had a nice 8 inches of uncut meat? It was a definite taste treat, and how the foreskin had grown so taut when he worked that dick up to its full length, man that was worth remembering before the lights went out. Besides, not only had it tasted good, but later, when they had gone back to TJ’s place, well, that dick sure gave him a good workout.

So maybe he wasn’t unlucky, just that at times his luck wasn’t the best. Though thinking of that night with Jordan, well maybe even that wasn’t about luck, but timing? What if Ron hadn’t needed to study, and what if Rick had been off elsewhere so he couldn’t spell Ron? So maybe it wasn’t bad luck, just more about timing. At times it worked for him, though not lately.

‘Let’s see how you like this, sissy boy’

He felt his body stiffen, as the words were whispered into his ear. He could feel Bobby Rae’s breath against the side of his neck, as he knew what was about to happen. The sounds had already registered on him, as his fingers released his ankles, then reset themselves to hold tightly to them.

The sound of Bobby Rae lifting his hand backwards only confirmed his thoughts. As he heard the belt come slicing through the air, it was sort of detached from his mind. Instead of waiting for the blow to land across his cheeks, his mind took him back in time, to when Jordan had returned to TJ’s home.

As the belt stuck, making him wince, making him stumble just a bit, his mind saw Jordan, removing his tight fitting jeans, showing a pair of white shorts. They weren’t the true boxers, but more the jock type of shorts, that fit tightly around the thigh and had a bit more leg to them, than say your regular jockey shorts did. It wasn’t the shorts though that had made him gasp.

It was the full basket. He had already had a taste of that pole, but it looked so huge now, encased in the white fabric, that it made his buttocks ache, and his mouth salivate in anticipation.

The second blow landed and he winced, but the image of that tight package kept him from even doing more than grit his teeth. He liked his men, his sex, and he wasn’t going to let some red neck deputy ruin his last minutes. He was going to enjoy experiencing Jordan all over again, in his mind.

How his big balls swayed under that fully erect cock, how they swayed as he just stood there. Nor was he going to let the feel of that 8 inch penis stretching his insides be ruined by some sadistic quirk in Bobby Rae. He was going to enjoy it, to relive it, and he could feel his cock stiffen, feel his own body grow as excited, as it had then.

His buttocks twitched, the muscles inside aching, groaning even, as he recalled how the head felt being wedged between his cheeks, how it felt as Jordan pressed his hips forward, stretching TJ’s hole until finally the head penetrated past, making his whole body quiver with the mixture of pain and pleasure. God, how good it had felt, as that head pushed past, entered his inner valley, to fill him.

TJ smiled as he remembered how he had cried out, telling Jordan to put it all inside of him, to fill him completely, and how Jordan had shot his hips forward, until he felt the crush of his groin up against his buttocks. How his hole had stretched so far that it felt like it would rip apart, as the huge cock ploughed deep into him.

Man, how he had screamed out his pleasure then, how he could still remember how Jordan was pressed up into his body, his sweat dripping down onto TJ’s shoulders, back, as his body pushed in and pulled out in a steady rhythm. How it gradually became faster, making him moan constantly, making sweat drip from his forehead, as the huge cock plunged in and out of his tiny hole. Christ it had been a fuck he would never forget, one he would gladly take with him to eternity.

The memory made his body suddenly quiver, as he realized his own cock was fully erect, and as he opened his eyes, as he realized just how aroused he had become, he was quickly brought back to reality.

‘So, the faggot likes it rough does he?’

He didn’t say a word, as he felt the hot breath on his back, as he felt the press of Deputy Bobby Rae against his quivering buttocks. TJ felt the sweat dripping onto his flesh, as he kept his position, unflinching waiting for the next assault on him.

The press of Bobby Rae on his body suddenly eased, and TJ gritted his teeth, waiting for the next blow, but instead he could only hear the heavy breathing of the Deputy. It was like he was going to take his time, to try and spin the whole torture out, yet it wasn’t quite like that. Least it didn’t feel like that, as if instead Bobby Rae was thinking. That in itself was odd, as Bobby Rae was known for acting before thinking, yet as he stood there, grasping his ankles, he couldn’t help but feel the difference.

As he felt his mind begin to wander, to try and pick up the thoughts of Jordan, he heard the shuffling sound of Bobby Rae. It was a sound he was familiar with, that didn’t fit the situation he was now in. It didn’t make sense, and it made him think again about those signs he thought he had seen. Couldn’t be, but just as he was about to push the notion aside, he felt the slap of what could only be a dick, up against his raw buttocks.

It was a feeling he knew well, he couldn’t be mistaken as he let his eyes move up from the floor, to glance backwards. He saw the fallen pants around the ankles, and knew that the shuffling sound was exactly what he knew it to be. Bobby Rae had dropped his pants, and had moved closer. The press of the man’s penis against his buttocks was proof enough.

‘Let’s see if you can handle a real man, faggot’

As Bobby Rae spoke, he pushed his penis up between TJ’s buttocks, until the head was being wedged up against the pink hole. His cheeks were spread apart slightly and out of instinct, TJ lifted his hands upwards, to grab hold of his cheeks. He felt the pain lance up as his fingers dug into the bruised flesh. Yet he didn’t hesitate to dig deep and pull his cheeks apart, giving Bobby Rae an easier means of entry.

He held his breathe, as he felt the man’s penis pull back slightly, then he felt the searing pain travel up his spine, as the cock penetrated his hole. TJ cried out, at the force of the penetration, as it split his hole and dove deep into his insides. His body felt the rolling tremors as the cock made its way deep inside. The tiny muscles had no chance of stopping it, as it seemed to just keep going further and further.

TJ felt the tears at the corners of his eyes, as the cock seemed to be endless. For a brief moment he thought it had to be something other than a dick, nothing was that long, but he could tell, from the feel, it was flesh. He felt it inside, pushing his muscles aside, stretching him. There was no mistaking the throbbing sensation of the huge pole that was being buried into him, it was a dick, and he bit his lip, not wanting to cry out.

He tasted blood, as his teeth bit deep into his