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Tough Guy pt. 2

Part (2)

With their huffing becoming less noticeable, Connie took a careful look at Jesse, who returned the stare, unflinching. They looked for a few minutes, before Connie finally stood upright, the ache in his chest no longer. He glanced around a bit, to get his bearings, then with a sort of ‘follow me’ nod, he moved further into the dense grove of trees, that really weren’t all that dense.

Fact is, the forest was just old, and not many new trees could survive among the more older, established one’s. There was amble space between the huge giants, mainly covered with various bushes and foliage, that could survive with limited sunlight. The large trees provided a huge canopy of leaves and limbs, that filtered out the sun. It also gave the lower area, where they were, a sort of twilight appearance.

You could see the haze really, that was all sorts of stuff, like pollen floating around. The odd beam shone through, making it seem like huge bolts of light. It was cooler too, than if you were just out under the sun, which suited them both, as they made their way further into the forest. Connie knew that the other’s would come for them, but that they rarely moved far into the forest.

Ever since he had been a kid, he had played in the forest, despite its reputation. For him, it really was a sanctuary, and it was okay with him, if the other’s were too chicken to venture far into it. Some said it was haunted, other’s said it was possessed. While the local preachers didn’t come out and agree, they did warn the unwary about the evils that lurked in wooden groves, and how its ancient past, was one best left unexplored.

He used to laugh at that, but there were times, when he had been just walking along the natural paths, that he wondered about the forest. Not like he believed it was haunted, or had evil spirits living in it, just that it felt odd, strange. Still, it was the one safe refuge he had, and there always was something to keep him going, if the need arose.

A small stream ran deep through the forest, and it never seemed to dry up in the summer, like many of the others. There was fish in it too, but he didn’t try to catch any, unless he was hiding there for a long period of time. He valued the wildlife, sticking to the berries and stuff. He even found a couple of fruit trees, off in a grove of their own, set apart, that had surprised him when he had found them.

It never stopped amazing him either, at how the forest seemed to keep its natural beauty, and yet there were always an easy path to follow through, as if it had been made just for that purpose. Maybe it was haunted, or maybe it was a fluke, but it held it in awe, realizing how the forest always seemed to surprise him, in a good way.

He turned to watch Jesse coming up, who had fallen a bit behind. He waited by a large tree, that was near the stream. He could feel the cool air around, and he decided it was deep enough in, that they could maybe take a break. Jesse did seem to be lagging a bit.

‘We can catch a break here, if you want.’

‘Yeah sure, if you want, man this is fucking awesome, so old and yet, it feels so alive.’

‘Really? You feel that?’

‘Uh huh, don’t you?’

Connie had sat down, resting against the trunk, and was staring up at Jesse. He could see the amazement in his eyes, how he kept looking around, upwards too, that surprised him. He never figured him for a nature lover, or that he would so get the place, yet that is exactly what he had done.

‘yep, just, never figured anyone else would.’

Jesse moved closer, and sat himself down, crossing his legs over and leaning back onto his hands. His head tilted upwards, staring at the lush covering above, at the long thick limbs that were bigger than most of the trees in town. His eyes seemed to be glittering, as Jesse kept looking all around.

Even as Connie watched him take it all, he couldn’t help but notice how he sat, how his groin seemed exposed. There was no mistaking how well he filled out the crotch of his jeans either, and how firm it all looked. It had been a long time since he’d been able to just lean back, and enjoy something as natural as that.

‘so uh, what’s the deal?’


‘yeah, why won’t they come in here after us? They don’t like big trees, or are there some dangerous critters in here, a bear or two maybe?’

He laughed at the idea of some big bear crashing through the underbrush, to rear up and roar out, scaring everyone out of the woods. It would be worth it too, to see Tim come face to face with an angry bear, on its hind legs, claws extended.

‘Nah, nothing like that, they just think the place is haunted, home to evil spirits or some mean ghost.’

‘for real?’

‘uh huh, hell, the only thing this town ever agreed on, was to block some forest company from wanting to cut down some of the trees. They were all afraid of the evil being let loose on the town.’

‘no shit?’

‘no shit, but I’ve been coming here since a little guy, never saw any ghosts, or anything.’

‘how can, I mean, that’s just silly, isn’t it?’

‘Oh, I don’t know, silly that something evil lives here, because how good anything this great, let anything evil live here? But, I don’t know, at times, I kinda wonder if there isn’t some spirit, or something like that here.’

‘I know what you mean, I think.’


Jesse looked at Connie, then lowered his head and turned away. Connie watched the expressions changing on his face, at how the filtered light kept adding and moving shadows across his thin face. The way his lip seemed puffed up on one side, from the fight, all made him sit quietly, watching him thinking. How his eyes seemed to sparkle one second, then grow dim for another moment.

If anything, Jesse’s face seemed to grow even thinner, and the way his forehead wrinkled into a frown, sort of, made him hold still. It was as if Jesse was trying to make up his mind about something, and Connie didn’t want to intrude. It was eerie in a way, because he didn’t know the guy. Oh sure, he’d seen him around, admired his lean looks, but that was as far as it ever went.

Okay, maybe an odd thought when whacking off, but it wasn’t like he obsessed over him. He just liked how he looked, and okay, wouldn’t mind a tumble with him, but hell, he didn’t even know if he was gay or not.

‘It is, it is like as soon as you walk in, get a bit further in, you feel a sort of calm come over you, almost as if it was like some jacket or something, that you put on, when it starts to get cold. And yet, I dunno, it just seems unexpected, and then, at the same time, sort of what you would expect. Not making much sense, am I?’

‘No, you are, it is, I guess not easy to put into words.’

‘That’s for sure, when you try, and hear yourself, you sort of feel like a boob or something.’

‘Uh huh, but I don’t know, maybe that is part of its whole mystery. I mean, you hear yourself saying something odd, sappy even, and yet, you just felt like you had to try.’

‘yeah. Uh, how long you figure they gonna keep hunting for us?’

‘I don’t know, awhile I suppose, considering how I decked Tim. I should have been satisfied with getting a few licks in, then let him win, but…’

‘you just had enough?’

‘yeah, how’d you know?’

‘Been there, more times than I like to think of, I mean fuck man, you’d figure by now I’d be used to that shit.’

‘Uh, what shit?’

‘Being called a fag, having to let them win, when you just know you can kick their sorry homophobe asses each time, it gets tiring.’

‘Uh, you uh…’

‘gay? Yeah, can’t u tell?’

‘no, really can’t, guess I never, I mean… shit, I can’t.’

‘I have the same problem, everyone I know talks about gaydar, about being able to tell, and I dunno, I think it’s all bullshit.’

‘I feel that way myself, I mean sure, some guys it isn’t too hard to figure out, but most, no way can I tell.’

‘me neither.’

They both sat there, doing everything but look at each other. A small breeze seemed to be blowing through the forest, making the air fresh, with all the scents from deep inside. Small clusters of pollen seemed to be on an endless journey, as the air swirled around them, as they were both lost in their own thoughts.

Connie felt no longer alone. To begin with, he wasn’t the only one who had trouble a fellow queer, and that sort of made him feel like he was less of a freak. Odd to think of that, but when you don’t feel like you belong to the main group, and can’t tell who is in your own group, makes you wonder if you aren’t some sort of, well freak. To know you weren’t alone, kind of made things okay.

He felt himself relaxing even more, and the more he thought about it, he began to hum a bit. It wasn’t anything catchy, but it was rather funny, as this thought kept whirling around in his mind. Connie felt himself grinning, as he settled back a bit into the tree trunk, which made Jesse look at him, in a quizzical way.

‘uh, wanna share what has you beaming?’

‘LOL, beaming? No, just that, I had this thought, and well, it makes me laugh, a bit.’

‘Oh, so you gonna share?’

Connie grinned as he sat back upright, this time looking straight into Jesse’s face. He saw how his face looked, and how thin his body was, but he also could feel the desire for him, growing. He was comfortable being with him, not just because he had helped out in his fight with Tim, but in just how he talked, how he looked.



‘God you are an impatient bitch, aren’t you?’

‘Hey, I haven’t said I’d be a bottom, or anything, so watch it yourself… Bitch’

Connie burst out laughing, and as he watched Jesse laugh with him, he also noticed how damn hot he suddenly looked. Not that he wasn’t hot before, but the worry seemed gone from his face, and there was a whole lot more happiness shining through his face, than he had ever seen in one guy.

‘Fuck, okay, so ask yourself this, smarty pants, here we are, two ordinary queers, right?’

‘Uh yeah, though I like to think of myself as being a bit above ordinary, if you don’t mind.’

‘lol, okay above average, and we both, have troubles figuring out who else is gay, right?’

‘Uh, yeah we already went through this.’

‘Yeah yeah, but if we have trouble telling, and we are gay, how come guys like Tim and Parker can so easily tell we are? Unless…’

Jesse looked puzzled for a second or two, as he went over it all in his head, then he began to giggle a bit, as he looked over at Connie. The way his eyes seemed to shine, as he got Connie’s meaning, and the giggling became a bit louder, a bit more from inside. His face was simply aglow, as he thought about the prospect, and then he started to laugh uncontrollably.

‘Oh fuck, that is rich, but then too, can you imagine that guy you pummelled, being gay? God, he’d die a blasted virgin, no self respecting fag would do him, not the way he looks. Say, you don’t think he picks on you because, well, secretly he’s got a crush on ya?’

‘Oh Shit, man you trying to make me puke?’

‘lol, no, but damn, I never thought about it, just how do some of them know about us, unless they got their own gaydar happening? That is priceless.’

‘Uh huh, kind of thought you’d see the irony in it.’

‘oh man, suddenly the idea of being holed up out here for a bit, doesn’t seem so bad.’

‘It can be okay, uh, what about your folks, they going to worry?’

‘Them? Nah, I’ve stayed out for days before, way before I was eighteen, never called either, and it was, well… no, not a problem for me, you?’

Connie could see the quick mask come up, to hide the pain of what his home life was like, not like his was any better. Strange how they could be proud of his winning boxing matches, because that is what a guy does, but not about him being gay.

Parents could be so difficult. He could remember how his parents would yell at him to keep his music down, the hardcore heavy metal he liked, then bitched at him when he put on some classical music, saying it was for sissy boys, not their son. Stranger was how they played the same classical stuff, during their dinner parties.

‘no, not a problem, not for ages.’

‘then I guess we are set, to camp out, uh, except uh…’

‘what? You going to tell me you never camped out before?’

‘no, I’ve camped out, just I usually had food and a sleeping bag with me, I am not some caveman.’

‘lol, sorry, uh not a problem, I got a stash a bit further in, some canned stuff, and dry wood too, for a small fire.  Come on, we’ll head over now, would hate to have you catch a cold now, you poor frail thing.’

‘Damn if I hadn’t seen you deck that thick head, I’d take you on, but for now, I’ll just bide my time.’

‘Oh? Think I’ll let my guard down, and you jump and get your shots in?’

Jesse stared at him, as he stood up. Connie couldn’t help but notice a bit of firmness in his basket, and he quickly glanced away, but not before Jesse had noticed. Funny thing was, he felt a bit excited about spending the night with him, even though he hadn’t really thought about it, in a sexual way.

‘didn’t figure you for a bottom, but hey, suits me fine.’


‘maybe, if you play your cards right, us skinny runts, we like big strong he-men to worship at our shrine.’

‘Jesus, where do you come up with this stuff?’

‘I read a lot.’

‘Too much fiction, by the sounds of it.’

‘Nah, just harlequin for men.’

‘They have that? Oh shit… you got me, didn’t you?’

‘Uh huh, Mr Big Strong He Man, I done got ya. Now come on, I didn’t get breakfast, so let’s go see what goodies you got hidden away.’

Connie began to turn away, to lead the way when he glanced back. The way he had said the words, was almost flirty sounding, if there was such a word. Certainly seemed to have more than one meaning, and he wondered, was Jesse really hitting on him, or just acting? Somehow, he didn’t think Jesse was all that more experienced in sex with guys, than he was, but still, he did talk a better game.

Then too, the way his eyes kept looking at him, moving away as soon as he turned to look at him. Was he checking him out, or was he just hoping he was? Damn, he wished he had a better knowledge into this sex shit. Not that he was some virgin, but hell, wasn’t easy to get laid, and sure wasn’t frequent enough, for his tastes.

He had tried it both ways, had his time with girls, but it was cock that made him cum, that made him weak in the knees. Still, there wasn’t exactly guys lined up for him to taste, sure as hell not as good looking as Jesse. Though he had done alright, it was the idea, that he might be getting hit on, that made his chest swell a little. No one had really hit on him, this way, and those that had, well, it was more about the sex, than anything more.

The path was becoming a bit more difficult, and Connie noticed how careful Jesse was, to keep close behind him. A couple of times he had glanced back, noticing that Jesse had one eye focused ahead, the other seemed to be checking out his tush. It sort of gave him a bit of a warm glow inside, as he continued to move carefully. They were deep into the forest, but could still hear the river running nearby. It was like an endless ribbon of shimmering sapphires & emeralds, the way it glistened in the filtered sunlight.

The trail took on an upward incline, and he could feel the strain in the back of his legs, as he moved slowly uphill. His eyes were now focused for the tell tale signs that told him where he was, and which part of the trail to keep on following. It was one of those trails, that had many branches, that led really nowhere.

Jesse was managing to keep up, but Connie could hear his heavy breathing, from the long walk. He felt it himself, as he saw the last sign, and veered off one more time. Jesse stumbled on a fallen tree limb, staggering forward. He collided briefly with Connie, who felt an immediate charge of electricity run through his body.

The feel of Jesse’s body up against his backside, was amazing. The mumbled apology seemed like he was embarrassed, yet surprised too. He could feel the way his body had pressed up against his, and he could still feel how damn good it felt, how it made his dick quiver a little, and his ass ache. He had never really felt that way before, least, not quite the same.

Sure he’d gotten a boner over a guy, felt his ass twitch too, but it all seemed so automatic, so disconnected from his thoughts. This was different, as he felt the bump, not just in the normal physical way, but in a sort of emotional way. He didn’t really know Jesse, yet it felt like he did. That touch, bump or whatever you want to call it, didn’t seem out of place, but made him want to feel it again, only his mind wished they wer both starker’s, not dressed.

They came out into a sort of semi clearing. You could see patches of blue up in the sky, and the brush was considerably shorter than what they had been trekking through. Off to one side, was a small rock outcropping, that had loads of moss growing over it, along with hanging branches of some sort of bush.

He stopped and let Jesse move up next to him, to stare at what was to be their camping spot. He stood there, his chest heaving a bit, as he surveyed the area. Connie saw how he noticed the river that seemed to run from deep on the right, across and then disappear down the left, sort of making this spot appear like it was jutting out.

Jesse took in the whole area, seeing that the small river was a lot wider at this spot, than he had noticed anytime earlier. The clearing wasn’t all that large, and yet many old and dead tree limbs dotted the far right side. Off to the left, was the rock overhang, though you really had to squint, to insure you were looking at rock. There was that much vegetation covering it all up.

‘Nice, but uh, this it?’

‘Yep, the outside part.’

‘What you got a trap door somewhere or maybe a lift, to go up that big one there?’

‘lol, no but those branches, they make for a nice cover, and if you get right up close, you’ll see what they cover. Until then, well, you wouldn’t notice the little cave underneath.’

Jesse moved forward, up to where the branches hung down from the slab of rock. He stopped as he peered beyond the branches.  It gave Connie a chance to check him out, which he wasted no time in doing. He didn’t notice before, just how bony Jesse looked. His elbows looked like little door knobs, and in checking out his ass, he couldn’t help but notice how flat they looked.

Oh you could see the seat, an a bit of a curvature to them, in the jeans, but no real flesh to speak off. Yet, he found it attractive, as it matched the long legs, and the slender frame above. Connie noticed how his back had ridges, along the spine, that were outlined beneath the thin t-shirt he was wearing.

‘Sweet, so uh, how far in does it go, hard to tell, even from this close.’

‘Not far, maybe ten feet, bit less maybe.’

‘Nice place to hole up in, so, okay to go in?  Or you still want to check out my ass some more?’

Connie felt his face flush, then he couldn’t help but laugh. He had to admit it, Jesse did sort of just speak his mind, and well, it was refreshing, fun too.

‘For now, besides, you had the whole walk up here to check out mine, figure I am entitled to a gawk or two.’

Jesse didn’t say a word, but instead he leaned forward, as if to look further in, but instead placed his hands on his knees, and stuck his bum further out. He began to wiggle it a little, as he turned his head to stare over at Connie. His eyes were wide open, and a huge grin was across his face.

‘that a better view for you?’

‘it’ll do, it’ll do’

‘you sure now, wouldn’t what to deprive you of your time to view.’

‘I should hope not, but yeah, nice ass, bit scrawny, but then again, I kind of like ’em that way.’

‘Oh you do huh?’

‘Uh huh, I do.’

‘As if…’

‘As if what?’

‘As if you even know what a premium tushie like mine is like, bet all you’ve been used to are those kind that flap around, when you them apart.’

‘And how would you know?’

‘Told you, I read a lot.’

‘Yeah, but I assumed you meant you were just looking at the pictures, didn’t know you could actually read the text too.’

‘oooh, you are such a bitch.’

‘uh huh, listen to who is calling who a bitch.’

‘uh look Jesse…’

‘yes? Don’t tell me, I am too skinny for you, right?’

‘Like I care? It is just, I mean… I am not what you would say a long standing veteran of being gay. I uh, I mean, I’ve known I am for ages, just that hands on experience, is a uh, well, uh, not quite so easy.’

‘Oh and like I am some professional? Shit man, I may have had one or two more than you, but that doesn’t make me a slut.’

‘I never said that, nor did I mean it that way, shit man, honest.’

‘lol, I know, guess it is just the excitement, that maybe, uh, uh, that maybe…’

‘maybe what?’

Jesse and Robbie from Blake Mason‘I really wish there was some handbook about all this, but, look Connie, I like you, and well, I wouldn’t say no, if you ah, wanted to examine things a bit, uh more uh, personal?’

‘shit, you wish there was a handbook? Man, I haven’t a clue about all this stuff, least, not when it is more than, well, just sex. You know?’

‘Yeah, uh, is there where you sweep me up in those big he-man arms, and take me into your little hideaway & ravage me?’

‘I don’t know, not much there to ravage, not much meat, and us he-men, we like our meat.’

‘Bitch, I bet I got more meat than you can handle, care to find out?’

Connie couldn’t help but laugh, at how Jesse looked at him, when he said it. His hips were pushed out, and he had to admit, that package of his sure had grown a lot fuller, than last time he checked it out, but then, so had his.  Then too, the way Jesse looked at him, his face slightly slanted, his eyelashes batting quickly at him, his lips a bit puffed up, as if in a near kiss.

 To be continued…


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Tough Guy

Part (2)

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

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Along the Garden Path (3)

Along the Garden Path

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (3)

Blake MasonJesse couldn’t help but feel a tingling inside, as he looked up at Mr. Willows. The gleam in his eyes, the hunger he obviously had, was all there, just like before, but with a new found urgency, as if time was slipping away. He could see the desire, see the soft glow around the leathery face, how his jaw was just a bit ajar, his lips dry from anxiety, from age.

It was obvious the man was older, and yet in looking up at him, he felt a strange attraction, a strange desire to please this man. The surrounding were certainly unique for him, and the various scents of the different flowers were intoxicating, but nothing like smelling them, with a hint of the older man’s cologne among their various fragrances.

He wanted to do it, to please him, and without even realizing it, his one hand was already gently rubbing himself, just lightly but hard enough to move the stiff cock inside of his pants. Just fast enough to attract the older man’s eyes.

Jesse broke off the eye contact, his head swivelling around to stare at the surroundings, to see if they were truly alone. He also looked to see how far off the entrance was, to gauge how much time he would have, if someone was to interrupt. As he looked around, his body continued to ache, to distract him, yet he didn’t want this time to be interrupted. For a moment he wanted to suggest they head up to Mr. Willows room, or somewhere more safe, when the man spoke.

It was as if he had read his mind, as he spoke softly, informing him no one would interrupt, that he had ‘taken care of that’ whatever that meant. Yet in some way, the words were enough for him to stop his nervous head twisting, and once more he was staring up at the older man, who hadn’t moved an inch.

There was no mistaking his military bearing either, as he stood there, rock solid in his stance, in his gaze. The hands were at his sides, the crease in his pants showing, and unmoving too. It was all rather impressive to see, as his hand moved up his chest, to run across his upper chest.

Jesse felt the fingers pass over his nipples, feeling them tingle, as his eyes stared intently at Mr. Willows. There was no mistaking how his eyes were following every move of his hand, taking it all in. He let the hand move down and then under his shirt. Closing his eyes, he let his head lean backwards, to rest firmly against the warm leather of the huge chair. His heart was beating loudly, but he could hear Mr. Willow’s breathing.

Moving his hand, he slowly let the shirt expose his skin, sensing the older man’s excitement, as the fingers pulled the material up. Jesse heard the sharp intake of breath, heard the little gasp of pleasure, as he moved the shirt up and over his head, and then, lightly let it fall to the floor.

Leaning hard into the back of the chair, he let his mind wander, let his hands take charge. His own nostrils flared as he breathed in deeply, making his chest rise and fall. The muscles inside were all tingling, as the one hand now moved across his bare skin, the fingers prodding at one nipple, then another. He could hear the sharp intake of air, from nearby, but he ignored them, as his body took charge of his mind.

The beating of his heart echoed in his ears, as the one hand moved to caress his upper body. The other hand now reached inside his pants, to push and prod at his hard cock. He let it tantalize the older man, and when he felt the button on his pants snap, he didn’t stop for a second. The sudden opening of his pants, only made his hand move a bit faster, buried deep inside his shorts.

Jesse could hear the man, hear his own heart, as the scent of Mr. Willow’s cologne became much stronger. It was now the prominent smell, as his hand moved down to his belly, to rub at the coiled muscles beneath. The other hand lightly running along the hard pole.

In the back of his mind, he could feel his pants being pulled down, out of the way. He didn’t let it distract him, as he continued to stroke his massive cock. How good it felt, to feel the warm grasp of his hand, as he let a soft moan escape from his lips. Free of his pants, he let his legs spread open further.

The warmth of the room, of the moment, made tiny beads of sweat pop out on his forehead, slowly trickle down the side. His body tensed, as he felt a soft touch around his temple, as another hand touched him lightly. He felt himself quiver, as the soft touch of that other hand, lightly moved down the side of his face, tracing his jaw line.

Jesse could feel the tips of the two fingers, as they moved down the side of his face, to rest under his chin. He let his eyes flutter, but not open, as the fingers pulsed. It was all so sensual, so erotic, that he could feel the pulse in his own body quicken. His lungs hurt, as he held his breath longer, as the ache in his groin grew. The hand tightened its hold, as it moved up and down the fully engorged pole.

He licked his lower lip, as the fingers moved down underneath, caressing his throat, running around the popping of his Adam’s apple. He swallowed hard, as the finger moved along his bare shoulder, then down, to lightly twist the small tufts of hair under his arm. He felt himself quiver, felt the gentle shudder rolling through his whole body, as the finger moved down his upper chest. His legs pushed outwards, and off to either side, opening his groin even more.

Jesse felt the moistness between his buttocks, felt the way the cheeks were clenching and unclenching. He could feel the throb of his cock, as he tried to breath, as the other hand moved down his side, towards his hip.

His hand stopped stroking and moved up and out from under his shorts. He was feeling very hot, as if in a steam room. His body shook, as he breathed in deeply, letting his arms drop to the side, as the gentle tug on his shorts made him lift his groin up off the chair.

The feel of warm air across his groin, the way his legs were pushed together by the downward slide of his underwear made him suck in his breath. He could feel his dick sticking up, free form any restraints. There was no mistaking the grasp either, that came from nearby, as his cock was exposed to anyone nearby. For a brief moment he felt a bit hesitant, about being naked in a public room, but he trusted the older man.

As he felt his underwear slide off his feet, he automatically let his legs once more open wider, to either side. His hands now moved down to rest on his thighs, then one moved across his belly as he let his hips push upwards a bit, then settle down into the soft leather.

Jesse could feel his flesh sticking to the leather, feel the warmth across his buttocks, as he settled his rear into the seat cushion. His body was leaning back when he felt a small jolt, and suddenly felt his whole body going backwards. The chair was a recliner, and he felt the bottom pad bang into his lower calves, raising his feet up off the floor.

He let his head tilt back, felt his hips sway a bit, side to side, as he let his body get accustomed to its new position. Jesse felt the excitement in the air, felt the tension in his body, as he reached down, and let his balls fall forward, the hard pole sticking up into the air. His legs weren’t spread as wide apart, as before, but he lifted his feet upwards, resting the bottoms of his feet against the lower part of the foot rest.

Jesse moved his knees now, letting them both move to the opposite side, so his groin was fully exposed. His one hand continued to caress his belly, the other gently massaging the inside of one of his exposed thighs.

His body flinched a bit, as Mr. Willows let one of his hands touch the top of a knee, then slowly make its way down the tingling side of his leg. He felt the fingers, felt them tremble a little, as they moved lightly over his flesh. It all felt so good, making him let out a soft little whimper of pleasure.

The tips of the finger moved up and around his thigh, then up and over his hand, up the arm, lightly brushing his tiny arm hairs. It all made him tingle a bit more, made him sink back into the chair, as the fingers moved further up his arm. It was an amazing feeling, as he lay there, more or less. His body shuddered a bit, as the fingers moved back down, and then as they came to his waist, moved off the leg, to touch lightly his crotch. His body shook, as the fingers moved over the top of his pubic hairs.

Jesse could feel how his body was enjoying the touch, how it was throbbing deep inside, making him sweat. It was all so unreal, the smell of orchids, of cologne, of sweat, mingling with the musky scent of men aroused. He breathed it all in deeply, as the fingers moved down and around the thick base of his hard dick. He felt the shaft tremble, as the tip of the fingers brushed past lightly. He sucked in his breath, as the tips moved all around the shaft, the knuckles brushing past his balls, making them tingle, shake even.

Then one finger began to slowly move up the underside of his penis. It lightly caressed him, moving up along the pulsing vein. He felt the touch, making his whole body tremble, and he knew that he was close. It was impossible, he was the one who made other’s come close, choosing when he would cum, not them choosing. It all was so different, yet enthralling, as he felt the tip of the finger moving slowly upwards, making his blood run faster, his pulse quicken.

It was agonizing in one way, as the tremors of pleasure kept mounting inside. The more slowly the finger moved up and then around his cock head, the stronger the tremors inside became. He groaned now, his head flopping from side to side, and his body twisting and squirming on the hot leather. His body was sticking to it, and it made it harder for him to move, but he couldn’t help himself.

The mounting pressure was testing his control, and Jesse struggled to keep in control, despite the soft caress of his penis. His balls were throbbing, the liquid inside boiling, as they pushed upwards, urging for release. He cried out, as he struggled to hold it back, to let the mounting tremors race through his body, without surrendering.

The finger moved down the top of his shaft now, then once more was circling the thick base of his cock. He could feel his skin tighten, feel how hard his dick was, as the older man lightly caressed him. Then when he thought he couldn’t hold out any longer, the finger moved away. He felt himself shudder, felt his body sink deep into the chair, then the wound up muscles inside began to uncoil.

For the moment the pressure eased, and his eyes fluttered, when he suddenly felt moist lips pressing up against one nipple. He felt the teeth, grating lightly over his left nipple, a pair of fingers now tweaking at the nipple to his right. He cried out, as the teeth bit down a bit, pulling at the left nipple, the fingers now pushing and lightly prodding the right one.

His body shuddered, as the lips closed around his bitten nipple, the tongue now licking at it. He moaned softly, as the fingers pressed hard into the area just around the right nipple. His whole body was squirming, as he felt both nipples being manipulated, being aroused even more. His body began to feel like it was on fire. The heat of the moment, rose from deep within, as the older man began to bite then lick at the one nipple. His hand now moving from the right nipple, to caress the flesh below it, then slide down to the belly, to the upper thigh. The hard press only made Jesse moan more, as the teeth let go of the nipple.

The long flick of the tongue across his chest, matting his few hairs only made him squirm more. He felt the edge of the tongue licking down in the center of his chest, at the V shape of his upper body. Jesse’s hand moved up off the arms of the chair, to reach out for the man, and to take hold of him, to help guide him. He was younger, but the old man had surprising strength in his body, resisting the press of Jesse’s hands. He remained solid, licking at the upper body, tasting Jesse’s salty body.

Despite Jesse’ strength and obvious indications, the man refused to go lower, despite the now urgent pleas from Jesse. His lips moved along the trembling flesh, making Jesse shudder. His legs were twitching, as he struggled to have the older man satisfy the ache between his legs, but to no avail. His body was sweating, rivers running down his face, his whole body steaming, as the older man continued at his pace, licking, kissing, touching the hot flesh.

His cries becoming mingled as one, as he felt the tremors inside, felt the pleasure, and felt the ache growing. His body wanted to be touched, to be caressed, to be allowed to surrender. On the one hand he was trying, on the other he was desperate to deny his body’s wishes. The numbness in his arms, his legs, began to wear on him, as one leg fell off to the side, only one being able to be kept up and spread apart.

The throb in his groin was dull, but he could still feel how hard his cock was, as if it was an unbreakable rod of pure steel. It stood tall, dripping a little from the top, as his body continued to twist and writhe under the old man’s mouth and hand.

The uncontrollable urge to cum had eased, his body was less tense, as the hand moved along his side, as the mouth no longer pressed against his flesh. He sighed a bit, as his own hands relaxed a bit, the numbness easing. His dick was still aroused, still like steel, but he was slowly catching his breath, when he felt the soft caress across his inner thigh. The closeness of the hand, brushing past his stiff dick, made him catch his breath, his eyes pop open for a moment.

Jesse saw the glazed look immediately, the way the older man’s nostrils were flaring, as he stared down at Jesse’ dick. It made his heart skip a beat, as he noticed how deeply the man was staring, almost as if in a trance. The light touch against his inner thigh made his eyes snap downwards, to see the old long finger moving lightly over his body. He noticed how it just barely passed over the small hairs, that stood up from his flesh, as it moved closer to his groin, to his patch of pubic hair. He licked his lower lip, as he saw the finger cross over, then slide down the crotch, at the warm moist flesh between the groin and thigh.

He heard his own voice moaning, as his body trembled. It was an amazing feeling, as his eye fluttered a bit, but remained open, watching the slow motion of the finger down between his crotch and thigh. He felt it down at his toes even, and the hair on his head began to tingle too. Odd how his whole body suddenly was twitching, every muscle once more coiled up, as the finger moved so slowly down then across his cum filled balls.

How they both seemed to grow, as the finger passed lightly over his leathery sac. How hot it made him feel, as once more his body began to pour sweat, as the finger crossed to the other side. Glancing up he saw the old man’s eyes narrow, focusing on his finger.

Jesse let his eyes move back down, saw how his legs were once more up, spread apart. His knees were shaking, as the finger moved up this time, on the other side. The warm tip moving along the inside, along his groin, to once more tickle at his wiry pubic hairs. He could feel each hair tingle, as the tip moved across.

His head fell back into the soft leather, his hair hanging all around in a wet tangled mess. He felt the strands on his shoulder, cool but damp, as the finger now moved across the belly, then suddenly, he felt a second finger, and they both moved down instead of across. He could feel the tips brush against the thick pulsing base of his dick, and he moaned loudly, his hands upraised, resting on the older man’s arms.

Jesse felt his hands tighten around the older man’s arms, as he shut his eyes. Lost in the moment, he felt his body ache, felt the rolling thunder inside, as the man’s fingers moved around the thick base of his cock, then as he began to settle down into the chair, he felt the fingers move away, suddenly replaced by a firm grip at the very base. The fingers wrapped tightly around his lower shaft, gripping it hard.

Just as he felt the pressure around his shaft, he felt the warm press of lips up against the tip of his cockhead. He felt the raspy edge tongue flick out, lick at the center of his cock, and felt the pre cum that was oozing out being licked off. A long rolling shudder went running through his whole body, as now he felt the lips pressing up against the head, the tongue flatten out by the press of his cock head.

The fire inside seemed to leap forward, making his whole body feel like it was a raging inferno, as the lips moved around the head, then began to slide down his burning shaft. The ache in his groin grew, as the lips pressed tightly against his skin. He cried out, one hand releasing the older man’s arm, to pound on the chair arm. He felt his own fingernails digging into the soft flesh of the palm of his hand, as the mouth moved down his shaft, and he felt his body shake, then arch upwards.

His other hand moved up and onto the older man’s head. He sucked in air, smelling the musky scent of aroused males, feeling it all around his trembling body. This time the man didn’t resist his urgent pressing, and the press of the man’s nose into the side of his thigh made him moan loudly. Jesse felt his balls throb, felt the raging flood gathering strength inside. His body quivered, as every nerve was tingling, was on edge, waiting for the right moment.

The wild beat of his heat told him it would be soon, the roar in his ears testament to that coming moment. His body was ready, and his mind couldn’t hold it back, as he felt the lips pulling up on the skin of his dick. He could feel the tongue being dragged along the underside, feel the tip as his cock was slid out from within the man’s mouth.

Then as he felt the head of his cock about to be let go, the tongue suddenly flicked out, licking at the sensitive head, at the blood gorged flesh that felt like a white hot ember of pure fire. He cried out, his hand now grapping at the older man, who suddenly shot his face forward. His mouth once more engulfing the entire penis, the nose once more buried deep into Jesse’ groin.

The old man reached out now, his two hands took hold of Jesse’s hips. He was surprised at the change, then at the strength of the man’s hands that held his hips tightly. He felt the pain as the fingers dug deep into his flesh, as the head moved up his cock, then shot back down. He felt his body shudder, as the man moved his head back up, this time holding his cock head only in the mouth. He felt the tongue swirling around the head, licking at it, like a lollipop. He moaned loudly, feeling the sensation deep inside his body.

He twisted, trying to move out of the man’s firm grip, but he couldn’t as his body ached, as the rolling waves inside built in strength. Each one rolling up and down his whole body, making his arms quiver, his legs twitch. He cried out again, as this time the head moved slowly downwards. His body shot forward, but was once more held back, then again the head moved up, faster this time. Then down it came, the hands around his hips pulling up at the same time, bringing Jesse’ lower body up and off the chair.

He felt his cock driving deep down into the man’s throat, felt the muscles grapping at the throbbing pole as it flew past, and he cried out, feeling his balls swell, feeling the liquid inside pushing at the inside of them, stretching them bigger.

Jesse felt it, a deep rolling booming thunder, that sent a huge shock wave into his whole body. He couldn’t hold it back, screaming out as the pain forced his body to shake, to shudder. Then the rushing sound of his explosion echoed in his ears, as his body lost control. He felt the balls squeezing now, aiding in the sudden rush of cum that began to flow through his groin.

He felt the cock jerk back, then shoot forward. It made the head holding it pull back a bit, but only for a brief moment. His voice was crying out, as his body shook. His toes were curling inwards, his legs stiffen like two boards, as his body released its stream of cum deep down into the older man’s throat.

Jesse felt the muscles quiver, in the man’s throat, as his cock swelled up, then shot its load of hot milk deep down the throat. He could feel the man swallowing, several large gulps, as his seed continued to pour from his dick.

Tears rolled down from his eyes, mingling with the rivers of sweat as his body bucked and yet was held firmly by the older man’s mouth. Jesse couldn’t believe how much he was shooting, how many waves of pleasure kept coming up and down inside. He felt them, each one, and before they ended, another was replacing it, growing in intensity, as his body continued to empty itself of his milk.

He felt the ease of pressure, as his body now settled into the chair, and his eyes opened, to see the old man above him. Jesse saw the coating of his cum, drying on the man’s lips, and chin. There was no mistaking the man’s pleasure at it either, as he looked down at Jesse. He had enjoyed his drink of milk, as he smiled down at Jesse, no words necessary.

It took him several minutes to calm down, to let his body gather itself, but as he waited, he saw how patient the older man was, still standing by his side. As the rise and fall of his chest eased, the man bend down and picked up his removed shorts, and placed them over his feet, then slowly he pulled them up, pausing for a few seconds, to gaze at Jesse’s soft penis. His eyes were glittering, as he stared, then glancing up he gave Jesse a warm smile, pulling the shorts up and over, covering Jesse’s groin.

He did the same with the pants, then stood back a step or two, to just gaze down at Jesse. Slowly, Jesse pushed his feet back, against the foot pad, until the chair was once more in its normal upright state. As the bottom clicked back into place, he glanced up at the older man. He saw him wipe his face, with a small white towel, then Mr. Willows grinned at him.

Shall we adjourn to my rooms, where we can uh, take our time?

All he could do, was nod and grin. There was no doubt that tonight was not going to be about sleeping, as he realized, he was no match for Mr. Willows.

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Along the Garden Path (2)

Along the Garden Path

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (2)

Matt H from Blake MasonIt had been two weeks since his encounter with Mr. Willows, and so far not a peep from the old guy. It was a bit unsettling but he figured the Misses was keeping an eye on her husband, as she certainly seemed around a bit more than usual. Not that she hadn’t been before, but normally she would give her instructions, then disappear until his next visit.

That had changed the very next time he had shown up. She kept popping out, checking on his work, which made him nervous. The way she would stand off to one side, watching, hands on hips. It was almost like being on inspection or something. Yet she didn’t venture any conversation, not even a hello. She just would stand there, watching for what seemed an eternity.

The lace curtains in the main window barely fluttered. It was as if Mr. Willows had just vanished, or been kept away from any way of looking out. Even the upstairs windows seemed so empty, that he wondered if maybe the old geezer had been kicked out. Yet he figured he’d have noticed some sign of that, but he wasn’t too certain.

Mrs. Willows was a tough customer. She kept her conversations brief, to the point, so he might have missed the signs. Yet as he did his work, he couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous, waiting for the other shoe to fall. He doubted she could have any inkling of what they had been up to.

He tried to put it out of his mind, but it kept nagging at him, as he tried to get on with his work. Still he did keep glancing up at the big front bay windows, looking for some sign of Mr. Willows. He even managed to do his special little stretching, hoping that there was an audience, uncertain if there was.

Strange how he seemed so distracted, without his audience. Not like the man had been out there often, or more than a shadowy figure behind some curtains, other than the last time. Yet it felt different, odd really, as he tried to concentrate on the day’s work. His whole body seemed edgy, restless, as if he had been expecting a date to show up, who was way late.

Granted their first little tryst hadn’t been much, and yet for some reason, he felt like it had been a possible beginning of something he didn’t want to miss out on. There was no rational explanation for his feelings, but he had been horny all last night, and this morning. Now that wasn’t unusual, but even his normal quick little whack offs hadn’t satisfied the ache he felt inside.

It was some strange aphrodisiac, making him glance up constantly at the big house, at the empty curtained windows. He didn’t know what to expect, and as the day dragged on, it was becoming evident that there was going to be no Mr. Willows, no tryst out back behind the big double jointed Tree by the stream. In a sense, it made the work seem harder, less enjoyable, which was something for him.

Jesse loved his work, always did, and while he loved his sex too, gardening was something that much more rewarding to him. Oh he liked to cum, to be touched, fucked even, but to watch plants grow, to see them flourish, was something even a good night of wild sex didn’t quite equal. It came close, damn close once or twice, but never equal or greater to the joy of seeing plants sprout, rise up and fill out. It was like a slower process of watching a cock get stiff, that lasted a damn site longer.

Maybe that was why some of his dates were impressed by his sexual prowess? He never rushed things, he liked to feel the blood filling the cock, tightening around the vessels, making the skin grow taut, thickening the shaft. He loved how he could see the skin stretch, as the blood flowed through the vessels, filling and constricting the vessels. How the head would deepen in color as more blood was rushing around.

The way his fingers would touch it too, was something that everyone complimented him on, at how soft and sensuous it had felt, as he would ran the tips all over the shaft, the head, and down beneath too, to the sac, and beyond. He could feel them tremble as his finger tips would softly run along the pulsing veins, to lightly caress the tiny hairs underneath. How they would lightly pass over the moist flesh, the muscles below the surface quivering to his touch.

He knew he wanted to feel all that himself, and that Mr. Willows might just be the kind of guy who could deliver, what he himself gave his sex partners. Attention, loving care, to the whole body, not just the penis or the hole. How he enjoyed touching every part of a guy’s body, caressing it, prodding it when least expected. It was all part of the nurturing process, of coaxing more than just a normal rushed explosion.

Some called him a tease, but in a good way. They all loved how he would bring them close, not once, not twice or even three times, but make it last for the night, until they least expected it. Then he would bring them to the point, and over the top, just as if some flower had been brought to bloom when it was more than ready. How it would explode, spurting its seeds everywhere, which is how he liked his dates to cum. To see more than just a quick dribble or two, but to see the whole body convulse time, and time again, as the precious fluid poured out from the quivering dick.

Jesse knew his biggest problem was, that not many of the guys he dated, could return the favour. Oh they weren’t bad or even boring, but they just were in too much of a hurry. They didn’t know how to control their own emotions, to lose themselves in the other person, like he could. It was okay, but it rarely left him feeling totally satisfied.

It was like he was on some strange search or quest really. To find the perfect man, who could appreciate his body, just as he appreciated theirs. He hadn’t thought it would be such a hard journey, but it had proven to be just that. There had been one or two, maybe three, who he could put up in the ‘worth exploring more’ category, and maybe a couple of more that might be trained, but he didn’t want that. Jesse knew his own mind, he wanted to be pleased now, just as he pleased them.

None of that taking time to explain that while he liked the idea that his cock was a super turn on, he still wanted them to show it some care, some wonder, as they explored every vein, every piece of flesh that covered his uncut dick. He wanted them to take time as they made his foreskin tighten, not rush it with a quick hard grasp, and pump his cock a few times, like they were milking some damn cow’s udders.

He wanted long thoughtful strokes, just as he gave them. Jesse wanted to feel every bit of the tongue as it slowly licked on his cock, as it gradually made its way up and over his cock head. He wanted to feel the tongue curl, as it licked into his little slit, at the top of the cock head, gobbling up his precum, then tasting it before letting it slide down the throat.

Just like his plants, you didn’t just grab hold and plunk them down into the hole, you caressed them, you carefully held them as you tenderly made room for them in the earth. It was how he liked his sex, thoughtful, careful, and hot as hell. Just like a plant, it needed fluid to surround itself in the earth, and a good fuck needed the same care, the same attention.

The more he thought about it, the more he realized he was missing Mr. Willows. He had such promise, such a direct way of indicating his needs, though they hadn’t done very much. Still, the way he had spoken, how his eyes had looked at him, enjoying every second of his slow revealing of his crotch, of his body. That wasn’t something many enjoyed, they were always grabbing, reaching to speed him up, to pull his shorts down and lean over to suck on his cock, while grabbing the shaft and stroking it hard, wanting to taste it, before it was time.

Mr. Willows hadn’t been like that, he had watched, with his eyes, while his body absorbed the moment, while it readied itself. He could tell then, that Mr. Willows had potential, even if he was 72. Age didn’t matter when it came to appreciation. Jesse had learned that, from his work in various gardens. Some of the most beautiful plants, were long past the seedling stage, and had endured a lot from Mother Nature, just as Mr. Willows seemed to have.

Glancing up at the big bay window, he couldn’t help but give his hard dick a quick grope, a quick little grasp, to let it know he was aware of how hard it was, of how much he wanted it to be touched, to be worshipped. His eyes narrowed, as he saw her figure coming from around back, the long purposeful strides of a person on a mission, or so it always seemed. She never wasted a step, taking full strides in her quest to get wherever she was heading.

As he watched, he knew she was once more coming to check on his progress, to once more stand off to one side, judging his performance, his abilities. He hated her, at that moment, uncertain why, but knowing it was her, that was preventing him from watching, from enjoying their little teasing routine. Their foreplay, really, as his eyes narrowed, his lungs ached a bit. She was becoming annoying, and if it wasn’t for his need for him, he would tell her to chuck the job, and just leave.

Still, he knew he couldn’t do that, not without at least trying to see if his impression of Mr. Willows was real, or just another failed prospect. He didn’t know why, but he had a different feeling about the older man, than he did with other prospects. For some reason, just how he had watched him, how his eyes followed his every movement, was different than others. It was almost as if he could sense what Jesse was going to do next, before Jesse did.

The closer she got, the more his anger towards her grew. It was unreasonable, but he couldn’t help himself. He had been denied something he had been searching for, or at least had it delayed, and he didn’t want to miss out on one second of pleasure. Least that was how he was looking at it, as she came closer, her sour and twisted face becoming more grotesque, to his eyes, the closer she got.

Even the sound of her voice was beginning to grate on his nerves, as she instructed him that the big patch out back, that he had spent weeks on, was to be dug up, for some plumping work. She wanted it moved to a new spot, further away, and he was to begin the task on his next visit.

It wasn’t an unreasonable request, but he gritted his teeth, feeling put out. That garden bed had been painstaking work, now to have to move it, to a spot that was less than ideal, was almost too much. Yet she was the boss, and he agreed, suggesting that perhaps they could find a different spot, that would give them better light. She merely stared at him, informing him that she had made the selection, and it was his job to make it work.

In a way it was her way of dismissing him, as he bit his lower lip. For 2 cents he’d tell her to shove it, but he knew she would just have the bed dug up, killing many of the young plants. He couldn’t allow that, which only infuriated him more. Yet he gave in, knowing no one else could move them, with any degree of care, as he could.

Packing up his tools, he stared at his employer, wishing she would just go away. Jesse felt his anger rising, wanting to say something, but mindful of his position. He could tell that she knew he was angry, but it didn’t change her expression one bit. Her face was as stony, as cold as always, as she informed him that perhaps he would add another day each week, so that the move was done quickly. She even indicated that she would provide an extra ‘stipend’ to his weekly pay, above his normal fee, in return for his agreement.

At first he thought of refusing, but her look, her mannerisms, said he better not. He hated her, at that moment, but accepted her request, as he placed his tools into the wheelbarrow. Lifting it up, he felt deflated, no longer feeling like working, which was something for him. Granted it was near quitting time, but he rarely felt anxious to leave. Now he did, as he started the cleanup process, doing it more out of habit, than anything else. It also made him feel depressed, as he slammed the back tailgate of his truck. He turned to see the back of her, striding towards the big house, his eyes narrowing with hate. Jesse never had felt so angry, as he did at that moment.

Climbing into the truck, he took one more hard look at the big house. His eyes searched every window, to see any sign of Mr. Willows. There was nothing out of the ordinary, as he settled into the seat, feeling miserable. He knew he needed a diversion, to get his mind off of Mr. Willows, off of the anger he had for her. Only trouble was, he didn’t know what, as he gunned the truck, a sign of rebellion as she hated loud noises. It gave him a bit of satisfaction, as he sped down the drive, out to the street, managing to squeal the tires a bit as he turned onto the street, away from her.


It took him several hours to calm down, to stop cursing to the air in his own home. Even going out back to work with his orchids, in the green house, wasn’t satisfying his need to relax. Jesse couldn’t explain his anxiety, nor his sudden rage either. It didn’t make sense, considering how little he knew about Mr. Willows.

He knew the guy had been watching him, had wanted him too. After all they had that brief moment out back, until she ruined it. Now it seemed like she had ruined any chance of further contact. The moving of the bed out back, to the new distant location on the property made it certain that Mr. Willows wouldn’t be able to even watch him work. No more stretches, to show off his own desire, no more nothing.

Even using the kitchen was made more difficult, with the distance, and it would take time, to properly move all those plants & bushes he had laid out. Then there was the whole prep of the ground to sort out, before anything could move. The digging, the painstaking work of insuring the soil contained no weeds, and was properly seeded with nutrients, with worms.

All because of some battle axe. His anger was still there, as he paced the back, looking at his beloved plants, not really noticing them. He knew he should go back inside, not add any tension to the area, but he couldn’t face the house, not yet. The realization that his mood, his anger, might damage the growth of his precious flowers, he slowly began to count, trying to calm the nerves, trying to restore order to his mind.

The flashing of the light, above the door of his greenhouse told him he had a visitor out front. He felt the frustration of everything rising again, as he made his way back to the house. Glancing at his watch, he noticed just how late it was, wondering now, who would be calling at such a late hour.

Most of his friends knew better than to drop by unannounced, or without a prior call. It made him a bit puzzled, as thoughts that it was the Shrew herself, come to have it out with him, or to fire him. Well fine, if it was, he had a few choice words ready, though he knew it was being unreasonable.

Opening the door, more or less asking in an angry voice who it was, before seeing the person, he was a bit surprised to see a tall man, dressed in a dark grey uniform. The man even had on one of those hats, that looked official. It rather surprised him, as he stared at the man, noting how he filled out the uniform very nicely.

He was a little over six foot he guessed, and perhaps around 200 pounds, but it was all muscle. Jesse could see that, as he quickly took it all in, asking the man what he wanted.

Mr. Willows sent me.

The man’s voice was cold, just as his eyes seemed to be as they stared down a bit at Jesse. They looked so lifeless, so menacing, that he actually took a step backwards, wondering if the man was going to attack him.


Yes, Mr. Willows is staying at his club, out by Miller’s Woods.


He’d like you to join him there, for a uh, a late night drink & perhaps a sandwich.

Jesse felt his heart racing as he looked at the man. It was evident that the guy knew exactly what Mr. Willows was asking, and it sure as hell wasn’t for a drink or bite to eat. He almost giggled at the man’s obvious discomfort, as he thought about it.

It is late, but hell, why not.

Uh, yes, uh, Mr. Willows has uh, asked me to drive you out, and naturally return you here, uh, however, uh

However, what?

He has uh, has suggested given that the club is a fair distance from here, perhaps you might consider staying the night. There are guest rooms available, and he has taken the liberty of reserving one for you.

There was a bit of a flicker in the man’s eyes, a quick glance too, as he almost seemed to be checking him out. The idea of going to some fancy club, and spending the night certainly was a quick mood changer. He realized that Mr. Willows was a resourceful man, as well as more well heeled than he had at first thought.

Miller Woods was well known in the area. It was in a very remote part of the County, and was private land too. Very chic and very exclusive, the place boasted what it called a ‘club’ though it was more of a hotel, tucked away from prying eyes. The place had its own small security detail, that made sure only those who were members, or invited guests gained access to the grounds.

No one was able to just drive up, or in. It was all rather impressive really, as he realized the man was waiting for his answer.

Uh yeah, yeah that would be fine, I’ll uh, just give me a few minutes, to throw some stuff together.

Certainly. I’ll be out by the car, when you are ready Sir.

Jesse couldn’t help but grin. The idea of being called ‘sir’ was so unusual that he felt like laughing out loud, but thought better of it, as he tried to act like it was all so normal. While he wanted to race back to his room, like a teenager getting ready for his first date, he managed to control it. Still he could feel his heart racing, as he made his way back, until he heard the front door close, knowing the driver had gone to wait for him by the car.

At the sound of the door closing, he broke out into a mad dash for his room, feeling more like fourteen than twenty eight. Throwing open the door to his room, he ran around picking out a nice shirt, some clean shorts, and two pairs of freshly laundered pants. Kicking off his shoes, he quickly got out of his current pants, to put on a fresh pair, wondering if he should change his shorts too.

Grinning, he thought maybe Mr. Willows was one of those who appreciate the scent of a man, who worked for a living, rather than some pampered pansy.

A new toothbrush, still in its package got tossed into the overnight bag, along with the box of Condoms he had by his bed. He had no idea what Mr. Willows had in mind, but he’d be damned if he was caught unprepared. The bottle of lubricant went as well, but he stopped short of adding a few of his ‘toys’ to the bad. After all, it was only conjecture that Mr. Willows was seeking more than what they had begun, a few weeks back.

Even the memory of how that could have been so much more, until she ruined it, no longer made him angry. He tossed that part off, feeling excited, as he took one last look around the room. Everything was a mess, but he kept glancing around, seeing if there was anything he should grab, but decided not.

Quickly he made his way to the door, grabbing his jacket as he flew outside. Slamming the door he fumbled with the keys, until he heard the lock slide home, then he turned and headed towards the car out in front. His heart skipped several beats, as he stared at the large white limo, and the man standing by the rear door. The soft purr of the car’s motor only adding to his sense of disbelief.

The drive to Miller Woods, then to the club itself, seemed like it was taking forever. He felt so nervous, and kept checking his reflection out. Not typical for him, yet he couldn’t help but feel excited. He had though so much about Mr. Willows these last few weeks, ever since that brief meeting. Maybe he was setting himself up for a huge disappointment.

Maybe he had read too much in the old man’s eyes that one time, or maybe it was all, just in his head? He could feel the sweat on his forehead, feel the itchiness of it on the palms of his hand, yet deep down, he really did believe that Mr. Willows was the best prospect yet.

The ache in his groin was different than when he knew he was going to get it on with someone special. It felt harder, more intense of an ache, that made him squirm on the leather seats. Every now and then he noticed the driver’s eyes peering back at him, through the rear view mirror.

It was all so strange, and yet he had worked around rich people all his life. They were the ones who could afford his landscaping services, and so far he had done quite well. He was surprised though, that he hadn’t noticed that the Willows were a bit more well off, than he had first thought.

They obviously didn’t flaunt it, and he wondered if that was due to him, her, or both of them? Somehow he just didn’t see her being the type to hold back, without someone else forcing it. Yet, he had to admit, she really wasn’t like others, in many respects. Course he still couldn’t forgive her for interrupting his fun, but it looked like it was merely a momentary setback.

That naturally brought him back to the moment, and his nervousness. He couldn’t help but wonder too, about Mr. Willows. After all it was late, and the guy was 72 years old. Still, he really hadn’t looked anywhere close to that age, so maybe it went just beyond looks? After all, the man had said he had been in the Military, so maybe he knew how to conserve his energy? Maybe he had kept up his physical training?

Now that would be fun, to see who had more stamina, him or Mr. Willows, though he wasn’t about to put himself to the test. He had a sneaky hunch that the old guy was a lot fitter, than even he was. Just thinking of it going on for hours, had him fully aroused. So much so, he hadn’t noticed they were at the main house, and the driver was nearly at the door. He felt the cool night breeze, hoping he had remembered to fill the humidifier in the green house. For the life of him, he couldn’t remember as he was too preoccupied with being able to see him again.

Not many of his past ‘affairs’ had made him so nervous, or anxious either. Never had he ever questioned his own abilities to please, yet now as he entered the wide foyer of the main room, he felt worried. The surroundings were so opulent, they impressed him, and worried him.

Everything was so different, the way they looked at him, as he entered. From the old doorman who sort of nodded and bowed to him, like he was some Prince come to visit, to the younger man dressed in a crisp pin stripe suit. The man looked at him, and indicated for a bellhop to take the small bag from the driver, and informed him that Mr. Willows was in the Solarium, waiting for him. Another bellhop appeared, to show him the way, and just like that, he had entered a whole new world.

He passed from rich dark wood, to a more modern look, as he saw the huge panes of glass approaching. It must be the Solarium, as his feet made no noise, as the bellhop never moved a hair, either way but straight ahead. It reminded him of some lonely walk to one’s own doom, or to unexpected pleasure. Strange how his mind was conjuring all sorts of things, some of them rather erotic.

Jesse could feel his body reacting, to the surroundings, to the unexpected summons, as well as to the manner in which it had been delivered. No phone call, just a messenger, with an implied invitation, again upping the excitement. Mr. Willows knew how to milk things, as the bellhop stopped before the large dark colour glass doors. Stepping to one side, he opened one of the massive doors, allowing a warm and scented flow of air to hit him square in the face. Jesse couldn’t quite place the fragrance, but knew it was from an orchid.

Moving inside, he felt overwhelmed. The scent of exotic flowers, the warm air, and the stars glittering overhead, the only real light in the room. It was impressive as hell as he moved past some tall trees, growing from out of the floor. The perfume of different orchids made his nostrils flare, as he spotted the crackling flames further into the room.

Looking back, he noticed how the trees hid the forward area from anyone walking in, and even if they walked past the huge glass panels, the glass was one way. No one could see in, and he felt his pulse quicken as he moved closer, to see the dim shape of a man, seated in a deep red leather arm chair.

The man stood up, revealing his trim figure, and the light from the fireplace made him look like some God Like creature. Jesse felt his heart flutter a bit, as the man turned to look at him. He was dressed in a deep red smoking jacket, a pair of dark trousers with a light color shirt, open just at the neck.

I see you are looking a bit hungry, again.

Jesse laughed, as he could see the man’s eyes staring right as his crotch, knowing his pants were well tented by the hard on inside. It was no different than when Mr. Willows had approached him in the kitchen.

I am still growing, I need my nourishment.

Don’t we all, don’t we all.

There was no mistaking his real meaning. Mr. Willows indicated for Jesse to come closer, to take the other seat. As he moved in closer, he saw the tall glass of milk, next to a plate with a large plate of cold cuts, just like the one’s he had that afternoon. He smiled as he sat down, looking over at the man, who beamed down at him.

Sitting down, he couldn’t help but reach down, and adjust the hard pole inside. As he did, he noticed how Mr. Willows stood perfectly still, his body rigid, as he watched the hand move the hard lump off to one side. It was like before, if not even more arousing. As he looked at the plate, he realized, the setting was perfect, and he grabbed the glass of milk first, slowly bringing it to his face, gradually tilting his head back.

Jesse could feel the eyes on him, as he let the milk trickled down his throat, his Adam’s apple bopping, as the cool milk made its way down. He let a bit dribble out from the corners of his mouth, not bothering to wipe it away. He heard the sudden intake of breath, as he let the glass move from his lips, his head still tilted back. His arm moved to one side, clutching the glass as he turned his face, to stare up at the man.

I do enjoy my milk, are you a milk man?

He saw how the man’s face lightened up, how his muscles near his jaw twitched, as he knew exactly what Jesse was talking about. His eyes were so bright, as they watched Jesse move to put the glass of milk down, as the hand moved past his crotch. They widened as he spread his legs outwards, making him slouch a bit into the rich leather back of the chair.

But naturally, milk is such a refreshing beverage, well worth enjoying like any fine wine.

They just looked at each other, both of them knowing exactly what the other was wanting, was willing to do. As he looked at the older man, he knew that his little fantasy notion of seeing who had the more stamina, was about to be put to the test.

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