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11Feb

Making the Play (5)

Part (5)

He shuddered a little, laying there with Philippe’s head on his shoulder. How warm it felt, how enjoyable, to feel his body nestled into his own. The way the legs wove together, and how it felt as his chest heaved while he regained his breath. It was something he hadn’t experienced before, and yet it seemed so natural, so right.

Lying there, enjoying the moment, he realized just how much Tommy had missed out. This was what sex was about, not just the moment when you got off, or when the other tasted you, but as you got ready for more, as you realized you wanted more. He couldn’t help but smile.

‘What are you thinking about?’

‘Huh? Oh, how good you tasted.’

‘Really?’

‘Yeah, really.’

‘I never really liked the taste, myself.’

‘Of yours? Or just anyone’s cum?’

‘Fuck, mine, of course, not like I am some tramp.’

Dolph LambertTroy reached down and gave the hair a muss, as he laughed at the smiling face nestled into his arms. How good it felt, to be able to just talk, to relax naked with another guy, and not be on pins & needles.

‘Oh, so that makes me a tramp, ‘cuz I have tasted other guy’s cum?’

‘No, no, I didn’t…’

‘just teasing, but yeah, not everyone’s favourite, I guess.’

‘You liked it?’

It was a question he didn’t know how to answer. Not like he was some expert who had lots of taste experiences with cum, but truth was, he really wasn’t sure how he liked it. The taste before, always made him feel a bit, well nauseous, though not Philippe’s. Rolling his eyes upwards, he wondered how to say it, without sounding sappy, or like some love sick cow.

‘Well, not like I have tasted a lot, but yours, well, yeah, I liked the taste of it. Maybe because it, I don’t know, maybe because it was yours?’

‘You asking for more?’

Troy lowered his eyes, to stare at Philippe. There was a strange look of horror, on Philippe’s face but Troy could feel his cock jerking, feel it growing a bit, as it was wedged up into his side. Maybe he didn’t think he could do it so soon? Though the truth was, he was wanting something a bit more than another taste of Philippe’s jizz.

‘Funny boy, maybe I am asking if you want to taste mine?’

Funny how Philippe’s face got all twisted, as he stared up into Troy’s face. The way the eyes glistened a bit, but also seemed a bit, well, frightened. Yet at the same time, he could feel his cock, jerking a bit as it was wedged into his side. The feel of him, of how his chest seemed to heave a bit more, with the idea of maybe sucking him, of maybe having to taste him.

‘If uh…’

‘It’s okay, I am not asking, but you are welcome anytime.’

‘I uh, shit, I sound like a real jerk. I kind of do, and don’t, at the same time. It is just, I don’t know, what if I don’t do it right?’

‘You start over? Shit, I don’t even know if there is a wrong or right way, all I know is that I loved how you tasted.’

Philippe lifted his upper body up, and stared at Troy for several seconds. The silence felt weird, as he saw how Philippe stared at him, at how his eyes seemed to be searching his face for something, for some sign. He felt the ache in his groin too, as he held his breathe, not sure what was going on.

The face moved away, and stared down at Troy’s body, that lay stretched out on the bed. A hand moved up and rested lightly on his chest, just below the nipple. It felt shaky, trembling a little, as he waited. Then the hand moved down, the fingers brushing across his skin, that made him tremble a bit, with a sense of excitement.

His leg shook a bit, as he pushed it aside, further up against Philippe’s body. The hand moved down, the finger tips brushing over his pubic hairs, making his stomach muscles tighten. Troy felt sweat starting to bead up on his forehead again, as he watched the way Philippe’s hand moved down his body.

Troy could see how his face had drawn in, the muscles of his cheeks tightening. A thin white line appeared near the corner of his mouth, and he could see the brow furrow, as his team mate stared down at the hard cock, that stuck up from his crotch. The tip of his tongue darted out, licking at the lips, and Troy heard a small little gasp, as the head moved down, to rest on Troy’s stomach.

He reached out, to let his own hand caress the back of the head, just enjoying the pleasure of his body resting against his. The feel of his hot skin, at the beat of his chest against his, made him lean back, waiting. Troy sighed as he felt Philippe’s hand reaching out, feeling the tips of his fingers touch the base of his stiff cock.

It was like an electric shock, as he felt the touch, as the fingers moved around the base, pressing lightly against the hairs around the base of cock shaft. How weird, to notice the way each touch made him quiver, made him catch his breath. Troy could feel his chest beginning to hurt, as Philippe’s hand moved around, and the fingers slowly took hold of his dick.

The way each touch seemed to generate a jolt inside as he felt his eyes closing, as he felt every muscle grow tense inside. It was odd, and yet thrilling, that made him want to lift his head up, to stare down his body, but instead he found himself leaning harder into the bed, waiting, wondering how it would feel.

The way the bed suddenly moved, at how the press of Philippe’s body changed, made him close his eyes tighter. His mind was struggling with the emotions that seemed to be welling up inside, as he waited, nervous and yet excited. Would he take it, or would he try and stop? Was he maybe too big, or not big enough for him, and what about his precum? Would it make Philippe back off, because he could feel it oozing, feel it along the top of his cock head.

Troy felt the hot breath blow across the head, which made him shudder. He moaned a bit as he felt Philippe’s breath getting warmer, which meant his head was getting closer. He wanted to look, but instead clutched at the bed sheets, as he waited, his body stiff and tense. So many things were running through his mind, yet all he could concentrate on was how much he really did want it, how much he wanted to feel his cock between those soft pink lips.

His hands stopped pulling at the bed sheets, and moved up to rest on Philippe’s shoulders, then moved to take hold of his hair. He felt the strands through his fingers, as he wrapped them between. His mind could see it happening, yet all he could think about was feeling those lips. The sound, the press against the palms of his hands, were ignored, as he felt that wetness, that warmth envelop the head of his cock. Troy felt his body quiver, felt the tremors rushing up his body, as he slid his cock into the open mouth, past the lips, scraping against the teeth.

He could hear a sort of garbled cry, or maybe it was a moan? Troy didn’t care, as his hips pushed up a bit, lifting his butt off the bed a fraction of an inch or so. The feel of the flesh covering his cock, of the wet warmth the coated his head was too much for him, as his hands seemed to be pushing down.

There was some resistance, but he tried to ignore it, to just enjoy the feeling that was filling his thoughts. He ignored the gargled cries and eventually the resistance ended, and suddenly he could feel the motion as more of his cock was taken into the warm wetness. He felt his balls ache, as one hand moved to the bed, the other lay across the trembling shoulder.

Troy moaned, as the lips tightened even more, as the head moved without any need of his guidance. He could feel the tongue licking at the thick vein underneath, as more of his shaft was taken inside the warn cavern of Philippe’s mouth. The way his hand gripped at his cock, the tight hold that held his erect cock made him moan even more.

The teeth no longer scraped against the side of his cock, as it made its way in and out. He could only feel the lips sliding up and down, as more of his cock was taken. His body stiffened even more, as he felt the strands of hair lashing at his belly, as he felt the nose pressing into the soft skin of his inner thigh.

Philippe’s body moved down a bit, and he felt the hot breath against his pubic hairs, felt the nose, the way the air would blow each time it came closer until it was buried into his flesh. Troy was moaning loudly now, one hand pounding the bed, as he realized how close he was to cumming. His eyes popped open, his mouth was ajar, as he felt the heat inside, felt the way his balls were stretching as the fluid inside bubbled, as it boiled from within.

Down in his ass, he could feel the muscles tighten, feel them constrict, as his body tried to hold back, as in his mind he saw the head bob up and down over his erection. How good it felt, and yet he didn’t want it to end, not yet. He struggled to hold back, tried to keep his balls from releasing their pleasure.

It wasn’t easy, as Philippe had moved one hand up and was pushing into the stomach, the other no longer holding his cock, but digging down and under his full balls. He felt the fingers digging into the flesh of his buttocks, felt the balls slapping against the palm of the hand, as the mouth moved up and down on his cock. He had never felt like this, never felt this excited, this aroused.

Every part of his body felt like it was on fire. Even the tips of his hair felt like they were being singed, as the mouth moved faster and faster over his cock. Troy could feel the head banging into the hard roof of Philippe’s mouth, feel it as it was forced down into the throat. He cried out, knowing he couldn’t hold back, desperate to try to.

‘Oh Christ’ he called out, feeling the press inside, feeling the mounting pressure up against the very base of his cock. The lips were clenched tightly around him, he could feel the tongue’s raspy edges licking at the bulging vein on the bottom of his cock, feel the sensation of the blood rushing through the constricted membranes of his veins. His hands were pounding the bed, as his body struggled to hold back, as he squirmed across the bed itself. He wanted so much to cum, to let it fill Philippe’s mouth, but not yet, not this moment.

The sounds of rushing water filled his ears. It was like being in a far off cave, listening to a distant echo rushing inside. His body was shaking, and he was yelling, telling Philippe he was cumming, that he couldn’t hold back, but the lips still held tight.

He couldn’t stop. It was too much for him, and with one last loud cry that he was cumming, his body shot upwards. His hands reached up to grab hold of Philippe’s head, as his cock impaled itself deep into the mouth. He could feel the throat muscles contract, feel them taking hold of his cock, as the head jerked back, as the tiny slit began to widen.

As his cock head shot forward, he felt the muscles in his groin contract, felt them release the precious milk from his balls. His eyes were clenched tight, tears of pleasure being squeezed out around the corners, as his body could hold back no more. He felt, rather than heard, the gagging sound, the rush of liquid being poured out. Then he felt it, as his cum was washed back across his burning pole, and down into his groin.

Just as his body began to sink back down, he felt the spasm inside, felt the waves of pleasure rushing up his body, to overwhelm his thoughts. His body shook, as his limbs went numb. There was no feeling left in his arms, or his legs, as his entire body seemed to suddenly release itself. Every muscle that had been coiled, and tightened, was suddenly released.

Every part of his body sagged hard into the bed, as he felt his precious milk being drained out. The sensation of warm wetness around his cock was no more, but he could feel the hot spurts leave his cock, hear each one striking, before falling against his own burning skin. Troy could hear his moans, but also the gasping sounds coming from above his own waist.

The spasms racked his body for what seemed like ages, and he could feel the panting breath blowing across his stomach, as finally he managed to open his eyes. He saw the stars or what looked like stars flashing before him, until his blinked a few times to clear them from his vision. As he adjusted to the room’s light, he glanced down, to see Philippe’s head. It was tilted up and back a bit, and he noticed how the cheeks kept blowing in and out, as if he had just surfaced from holding his breath.

There was splashes across the cheeks, the bridge of his nose, and even under one eye, that Troy knew had to be his cum. He could see the chest still heaving, and noticed more splashes of his milk, around the chin, and upper chest. His own body was still shaking, still feeling the effects of his orgasm, but he couldn’t help but notice how Philippe’s body was shaking, how it was trembling.

‘You okay?’ he managed to croak out, and watched as Philippe leaned back, then slump down a bit. His shoulders sagged, as his face turned to stare down at Troy.

‘I think so, I am sorry…’

‘sorry? For what?, I never, I uh…’

‘I just couldn’t take it all, I tried, I really did, but…’

‘That’s okay, I didn’t, I mean, it’s okay, I wasn’t expecting you to take it, honest, it’s okay.’

‘I wanted to, but there was so much, I just…’

‘Philippe, it’s okay man, I should have given you more notice, I mean, I did try to hold it back…’

‘No, no I heard you, but… shit man, I wanted to try, to see if, well, to see if it did taste different.’

‘Yeah? And, was it, I mean…’

‘I don’t know, it was all so fast, so quick, and yet, I mean, fuck, I didn’t get that much, to taste that is, but fuck, you sure got me covered everywhere else.’

‘Sorry, I can see that.’

‘Feels kind of weird, in a nice way.’

‘They say it is good for the skin.’

A small smile crossed his face, as he stared down at Troy. The glint in his eye was something to see, and he felt a strange tremble inside, because suddenly it did matter to him, if Philippe did like his seed, or not. He didn’t know why, but it was like being judged for something important, without knowing exactly what.

‘Do you, I mean, do you always shoot that much?’

‘No, but you haven’t said yet, did it, I mean, was it okay? Or…’

The silence seemed to grow, and yet the way he looked was anything but positive. He didn’t know what he would say, or how he would feel if Philippe didn’t like it, but he waited, feeling a bit uneasy. It was obvious that Philippe wasn’t sure, or maybe he just didn’t know how to break it to him? Maybe he should try to put him at ease, but how?

Before he could say anything more, Philippe laid backwards a bit, leaning on his elbows. His eyes seemed to be off elsewhere, and Troy felt certain he was going to tell him he didn’t like his spunk. His chest was still heaving, but he was already beginning to feel like he was being rejected.

‘I honestly, I am not sure. It was so much, and yet, I mean, it was salty, then sweet, and well, truth?’

‘Yeah, truth.’

‘Truth is, I want to try tasting it again.’

‘For real?’

‘Yeah’

‘Sure you just aren’t some cum nut, and just want to drain me dry?’

‘Funny, but I don’t know, maybe I am and don’t know it? Or maybe you just stalling because you can’t cum more than once a night?’

‘Oh I can cum more than once, not at this moment, but I can, soon enough.’

‘Good, ‘cuz I really do think I could get into tasting a lot more, just as long as you don’t try to drown me again.’

He felt relieved, as he stared at Philippe, realizing that he wasn’t just saying those things. He really did want to try again, and Troy couldn’t help but wonder, what it would be like, to try a bit more than just swapping some cum.

‘Well give me a few minutes, and I’ll do my best to not drown you.’

‘Okay, uh, have you ever, I mean… have you ever gone all the way?’

Troy wasn’t sure where this was leading, though he had to admit, it was on his mind too. He wondered, if Philippe was a top or bottom, but from his look, he was fairly certain either way would be a first for him.

‘You mean fucking?’

‘Yeah’

‘Once’

‘You do it, or take it?’

‘Took it, it was, sore, from what I remember, hurt like hell at first really. Why?’

‘Just curious, I mean I’ve seen the videos, looks like it’d hurt a lot, even the guy doing it always seems to scrunch up their face, like its hurting their dick or something.’

Strange, he never really understood how one came to just, doing it. In the videos he had seen, well they just seemed to naturally go to doing it, though he realized that there had to be more to it, than just flipping over and ramming the cock in.

From what he could remember, from his only time, it had hurt like hell, but he couldn’t remember how he had wound up with his legs spread open, his legs up and over his head, and a guy breathing on his face, as he stuffed his hole. Man the pain had hurt, and he knew it would be a lot worse doing it sober. That time, he was blitzed, which helped, or maybe not.

Now he kind of wished he had kept his wits about him, so he’d know how to maybe, find out for himself. He also wasn’t sure how to tell Philippe, that he was as much a rookie as him. It sure sucked, not being able to ask others, but then again, maybe it really was just natural? Maybe he should just reach over, and pull the guy to him, and roll over?

‘Could be, I uh, I should say something like you get used to it, or something, just that, oh fuck, I just don’t know.’

‘Really? Me neither.’

‘Fine pair we are, but all this, I mean, damn it makes me want to, well, to do it.’

Philippe looked at him, with a growing smile on his face. It was as if he had been hoping Troy would say that, or at least give him an opening to suggest it.

To be continued…

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Making the Play

Part (5)

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2009 ? All Rights Reserved

Category ¦ Athletes, Jocks

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29Oct

Burning the Midnight Oil (1)

Burning the Midnight Oil

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (1)

Stepping back a foot or two, Jimmy stared at the long wall, holding his breath. It didn’t shake, didn’t look like it would soon fall over either, which made him sigh in relief. At last, the biggest task was more or less done, as he stared at the long slat wall that he had erected. It felt rather satisfying, so much that he didn’t even notice the two hot guys saunter past and swivel to stare at him.

Hell, he didn’t even notice his boss Scott walk up to stand beside him. It was his scent that finally made him turn his head, to notice Scott standing next to him. He also noticed the grin on his bosses face, which seemed to only add to the satisfaction inside.

It was late, and there was still tons of work to do, but the biggest task was finished. The 14 by 8 kiosk walls were up, and standing like they should. He even watched without fear, as Scott leaned forward, to give a small push against the long wall, to make sure it wasn’t going to come crashing down.

They had three more hours before the Mall closed for the night, though they could stay longer, but damn it, it was a Friday night and Scott had been pushing him hard, wanting to finish so he could head off to some lame ass party as usual. He wouldn’t have minded going with him but then straight parties weren’t Jimmy’s thing. Not that he didn’t mind a good party, but he rather party with his own kind. That way he didn’t have to worry about getting the crap beaten out of him for making a pass at some sexy stud. Though if it was Scott, well, he wouldn’t say no.

Getting the spot in the mall, for Christmas had been a stroke of luck for Scott, which Jimmy had sort of wished hadn’t happened. Least until he spent some time at the mall, knowing instantly that he wouldn’t mind being the one working it. God, the hot guys that seemed to be all over the place, kept him constantly drooling.

There was that one guy, who kept walking past, while he had been setting out the poles and wall panels. His hair was a bit weird, some purple along with pink and a huge loop sticking out from above one eyebrow was a bit much, but damn he had a nice ass and that basket was certainly worth a stare or two. Besides, it wasn’t the face he was interested in fucking, if he ever had the chance.

Judging too how the guy kept coming around, he had to be interested. Why else would he keep sauntering past, always turning his face to stare at him? Mind you, he did check out Scott too, but Jimmy felt he was cruising him, not his boss. After all, he was 20, his boss was 38, and well, the guy didn’t look like he was into older men. Though in all fairness, Scott didn’t look that old.

He was tall, had a firm body too. His hair was short & a dark brown, that sort of set off his angular jaw line. Mind you it was Scott’s deep emerald eyes that were his best feature, other than his full looking basket. Jimmy noticed those things, noticed too how Scott always wore tight shirts and pants, showing off his muscular body.

Jimmy on the other hand looked still like some pink faced teenager. He had long curly blond hair, that hung around his face, dangling a bit on top of his shoulders. He wasn’t what you would call muscular either, but man did the guys at the local gay bar drool over his looks.

He didn’t kid himself either, knowing that it was the way his hair curled around his face, that gave him a sort of boyish look, that was the attraction. That and the rather full basket he sported, lot fuller when he was horny, which was most of the time. He couldn’t help himself, he liked sex, and yet felt unsatisfied for the most part. Least with most of who he went to bed with. There were a few exceptions, which made him wonder, if he just hadn’t been looking in the right age group.

Oh, he had his share of sex with guys his own age. Sex had never been something he had done without, or been late in enjoying either. There had been the high school basketball star years ago, and a few other jocks since, but they had never really satisfied him. Sure, the sex had been good, but not what he liked to think about when jacking off, another thing he loved doing, and doing often.

It was also one reason he rather wanted to get this done with. He hadn’t managed to sneak off for a few minutes whacking his willy for the whole evening. Heck, last time he had managed to jack off, was hours ago, which really had him horny. Every time some guy walked by, it seemed to get his dick jerking in his pants, and there were a couple of times when he was certain Scott had noticed.

Now that would be interesting, to imagine himself doing it with Scott. While Jimmy was fairly certain the guy was straight, there was some doubt. The way he would catch him staring, back at the store, and certainly a few times so far tonight, so was he?

He had thought about him a few times, even had a few good jack off sessions thinking about doing Scott, which would surprise most of his friends. They were into guys their own age, but he liked his men older, or thought he did. The few really good sex he had in his 20 years of life, had been with older guys. They just seemed to pace themselves out more, so that they were ready when he was ready, not spent or finished, like so many of his own age usually were. Mind you little Aaron had been a surprise, but that was a rarity. Most of the guys Jimmy had managed to get into bed, were usually way done, long before he was even thinking of shooting his load.

The older guys, which he had slept with, never seemed to be in a hurry to cum, to finish. Not like he had slept with many older guys, but the few he had, were like Aaron. Course, they were looking for guys like him, and okay so the one old geezer hadn’t been very good, but hell the guy had been in his sixties. So maybe that had been stretching it, but now Scott, that would be in the right range.

At 38 Scott didn’t look his age, just as he didn’t look his age of 20. Scott had a fantastic looking body, showed off nicely too, but it was more than just the physical look he had. It was his eyes, how they could make you feel like you were the only one in the room or in a crowded mall. How they could seem to get right inside of a guy, knowing that he was seeing your innermost thoughts. That was his charm, and when you added that little smile of his, well, no wonder his dick always tried to push out from his pants.

Yet he was fairly certain Scott was straight. Not that Scott had said so, and too, it wasn’t like he kept talking about girls or anything, just that when he had told Scott he was Gay, the guy hadn’t made any move, any indication that he too was. He had sort of, well just acted like he was being told that there was a new delivery or something mundane to deal with. No surprise, no real comments other than a sort of ‘yeah, cool’ approach.

Surely if he was gay, he’d have said something more. Maybe a sort of ‘I know’ or a casual ‘thought so’ would have worked, but instead he got nada. Hardly a flicker from his eyes, but then Scott did keep his private life rather secretive. Jimmy had no idea what bars he went to, though he had mentioned going on a few times, but never anything more.

It bugged him sort of, but then too it also made him appear more desirable, more mysterious too. It had led to some interesting fantasizing when he had taken a break to hit the can, but that was the extent of it all. He rather wished there had been more details to add some spice to his fantasies, but he’d take what he could. Like working late on a Friday night, to set up the kiosk. After all it was Halloween, and well, that was always worth a few good memories.

Still, when Scott had asked if he’d work late, maybe till midnight, to help set the kiosk up, he didn’t hesitate a second. He rather enjoyed the time working with Scott, and this was certainly one of those times. It was one thing to stand next to him, pricing stuff, or unpacking new merchandise, but this was different.

This was real work, and he could smell the man’s scent as he stood beside him, admiring their handiwork. The slat wall panels had given them grief, along with the braces that they connected to. It seemed nothing wanted to work just right, or as they were intended to. Though he shouldn’t complain, because it certainly made them work closer. The mixture of Scott’s sweat and his cologne was also making him horny, but he didn’t dare look at him, not now. If he did, he was sure his dick would explode, and no way was he going to have a big wet spot on the front of his jeans for Scott to see, or anyone else.

It wasn’t fair at how horny he got. At times it was really embarrassing, and there had been a few times when he was certain Scott had caught him, hard. Hell the guy would have to be blind to have missed it. Not like he had his dick hanging out, but Jimmy’s dick wasn’t some short stubby wiener. He was rather proud of his dick size, not that it was what you would call monster sized, but it was uncut, and when hard, well it wasn’t average, that was for damn sure. Judging by the odd times he’d seen Scott’s basket, he rather didn’t think Scott was exactly lacking in the penis department either.

Though he had to admit, he’d like to have seen that basket more, but he was too damn afraid of getting caught. Seemed every time a good opportunity would popup, so to speak, Scott would be looking right at him. Now, no way could he stare, but he did dare a few quick peeks,

Hey I gotta hit the can’

Yeah? Okay, just don’t take all day, we got the glass shelves to get up.

Yeah, okay.

As he stepped away to head off, he couldn’t help but feel Scott’s eyes staring at him, which only added to his growing discomfort in the crotch. Damn the guy, he thought, as he walked quickly to the closest washrooms. The guy was just too damn sexy, to be working this close. Besides, that aroma of his was too much, especially how long it had been since he had last relieved himself, and he wasn’t talking about taking a pee.

Pushing open the main door, he quickly scanned the room, and headed for the far stall, that was open. He hated the closer one’s, and most usually took the first ones. He liked to take his time, though he didn’t expect it would be that long, given how horny he was feeling. He was already inside, locking the stall door, and undoing his belt before even turning around. His dick was anxious, he could tell as he shoved his pants down to his ankles. As his head lowered, he could see how his shorts were super tented, and he smiled, feeling rather pleased with himself.

Standing up a bit, he grabbed hold of the shorts, and pushed them down towards his knees, freeing his hard cock. It really looked so pleased, to be free of his clothes, that he couldn’t help but fell a sort of thrill.

Jimmy reached down with one hand, to pull back the little bit of foreskin that still covered his cock head, noting the glistening sheen on the head. As he pulled it back, his other hand reached down, to swipe at the clear liquid and he brought the wet finger to his lips, tasting his pre cum. He felt the tremor inside, as he tasted it, as he felt the excitement building inside his body.

His butt ached a bit, as he felt the hand holding his cock, pull back a bit more, the skin growing even more taut over his throbbing pole. Spreading his feet out a bit more, he reached under his dick with his other hand, to push at his balls. They were so full, and ached so much, he stopped playing with them, in case he set them off too early.

Letting his hand drop to his side, he began to use his other hand to slowly slide up and down his shaft, to gently stroke it. He could feel the palm of his hand slide over his head, smearing the pre cum down the hot shaft. It felt rather tingly, as his hand slid a bit easier down the hard pole, which amazed him a little. He really was rock hard, which usually didn’t happen while jerking off, though it usually was that way when there was someone helping.

Too bad he didn’t ask Scott to join him which got him grinning, and made him tilt his head back a little. The idea of Scott was consuming his thoughts, as his hand moved a bit faster, as his breath became a bit shorter. His heart was beating a bit faster, and he could feel it racing inside, from the way the blood was rushing inside his whole body. His toes were already trying to curl inside his shoes, as his hand was moving a lot faster along his shaft.

His mind was off, thinking of Scott and of how hot he looked, at how he smelled all sweaty and everything else. He could see the vision of his muscular arms, of his flat washboard like stomach, at how the muscles rippled a bit when he moved his upper body. All of it was flashing before him, as his hand stroked his dick, so the knock on the stall door caught him totally off guard.

He swallowed quickly, wondering if he had been moaning or worse, crying out. He hadn’t heard the main door open, and there hadn’t been anyone else inside when he entered, so he felt a slight tinge of panic inside. There had been cases in the paper of guys being roughed up in washrooms, though not locally, still it leapt to his mind, as he felt his hand quiver a bit.

Jimmy was staring downwards, at how his hand was gripping the shaft of his cock, when he heard the voice. He felt his whole body stiffen even more, as he recognized the tone, the timber of each word asking if he was in there. His face was beet red, as he stammered out a weak ‘yes’.

Well unlock the damn door.

He unlatched it without thinking, when he realized his pants were still down at his ankles, and his shorts by his knees. It was just dawning on him, that Scott was now inside, closing the door, and was staring right down at his exposed groin.

I knew it.

Knew what? I uh…

That you were whacking off.

But uh, I mean I uh…

He couldn’t look at Scott, who was now leaning against the stall door, but still staring down at him. For some strange reason, he felt excited, felt his cock growing harder, as he tried to figure out what the fuck was going on. He had been caught, but then, as he tried to figure out what it was all about, he breathed in that smell, that scent that was his boss. It only added to the sense of excitement, to the actual thrill he seemed to be experiencing, from being caught.

I gave up a hot date to work on this with you, I could have just sent Johnny with you, and here you are, polishing the wood, with work to be done.

He was suddenly on edge, as it felt like Scott was really pissed with him. Still, he hadn’t had a break, so what if he did take an extra minute or two, wasn’t like he had disappeared for an hour or more. Jimmy could feel his anger rising too, because what fucking right did the guy have to barge into a stall with him, just because he was taking an extra minute or two.

Not like Johnny would have given up his Friday night anyhow, so…

Damn you are a hard ass, aren’t you?

Jimmy felt his face flush a bit, as he realized that Scott was glaring at him, or so it looked. He just didn’t feel like he had done anything wrong, and he did like his job.

Hey, uh, look, I don’t want to get into a fight, but notice where you are? In a bathroom stall, and well, it isn’t for yelling at your staff.

Damn, you got balls Jimmy, I’ll say that for you.

Well fuck man, I mean you come hammering at the door, push your way inside…’ He stopped as he realized that Scott was still staring at him. While he had been so outraged at Scott’s treatment, he suddenly realized, he was being put on. The light finally clicked in his mind, as he shuffled backwards a bit, then sat down on the toilet, staring up at Scott.

Fuck, you?

Takes you long enough, Christ I threw so many damn hints at you…

Staring up at Scott, he couldn’t believe he had missed any clues, or hints. Just what did the guy do, send them in some secret code he had never heard of? No way, he couldn’t have been that blind.

I didn’t, Jesus Christ, I missed them all, I mean, I had no idea that… I mean, you are, right?

Well I sure as fuck ain’t standing in a pisser to take a whiz.

So uh, what uh, I mean uh…

Scott just laughed as he leaned against the door, showing his basket which drew Jimmy’s attention, at long last. He heard Scott chuckle as Jimmy’s eyes finally focused on the hard bulge. He couldn’t help but lick his lower lip as his eyes moved up to stare into Scott’s face. The guy was smiling, and there was that look, the one that always gave Jimmy a hard on.

I see you are interested.

Uh huh.

Scott pushed himself up, to stand closer to Jimmy. He reached down in a few seconds his pants were undone, pushed down towards his knees. The legs spread apart, to prevent them from falling further. Jimmy could see the bulge, now sticking out from the tight jockey shorts. It was aimed right at him, making him break out in tiny beads of sweat, all over.

It looked so big, but as he glanced up, to make sure, he couldn’t help but feel his own body becoming more aroused. His hands were moist from the sweat, as he reached up, to run one across the front of the shorts, to touch the hidden prize.

He recoiled a bit, as his hand touched the hot cock, still bundled beneath the shorts. It was like touching an open flame, as his pulse quickened. How hard it looked, how huge too as Jimmy ran his hand lightly across the side of the hard dick. He could hear a soft moan from above, and glanced up to look at Scott.

Scott had one hand under his shirt, rubbing his belly, the other leaning up against the wall of the stall. Sweat was dripping down his forehead, but his face already had a sheen to it, giving him a bit of a wet look. How hot it looked, as his eyes moved back downwards, to stare at the hidden dick.

Jimmy breathed in deeply, smelling Scott’s man scent, feeling the heaviness of the testosterone that now filled the small little stall. His fingers trembled, as it reached up to the waist band of the shorts. One more quick look up, then back down, as he gripped the shorts and pulled them down, to finally expose the hard cock.

It was like opening up a Christmas present. One that he hadn’t expected to get, that was suddenly there in his hands. He felt his body twitch, as he stared at the winking eye of Scott’s penis. The small drop of pre cum was all he needed, as one hand reached up to reach around Scott’s hip, while his other hand moved down to his own hard cock.

With his fingers digging into the soft flesh of the buttocks, he pulled the older man closer, while his own iron grip began to glide up and down his own throbbing pole. Jimmy could smell him, as he felt his eyes closing, as the room turned to a sort of semi darkness.

The brush of his lips on the hot pole in front of him, made him shudder, groan a bit, as his lips parted, to let inside, the hot head. He felt it push forward, as Scott’s hand reached down to take hold of Jimmy’s hair. He could feel the fingers grip the locks of hair, wrap them around, and pull forward, making him take more of the hot pole into his mouth. His throat was resisting, but with little success.

Scott’s hard pole was reaching down inside, while Jimmy felt his tongue flicking out and around the hard pole, tasting the saltiness of it. He could feel the hot pre cum coating the back of his throat, as his one hand was moving quickly up & down his own shaft.

He could feel the blood pulsing in Scott’s dick as his lips held tightly around the prodding pole. His throat was being pounded, as his own hand moved faster and faster over his own throbbing dick. He heard Scott moaning, felt his body stiffen even more, from his hand still clutching at Scott’s butt cheek.

The smell was overpowering as his own body was shaking, as his heart was racing out of control. He felt the sweat trickling down his face, in a stream more than anything. His chest ached too, as he struggled for each gasp of air. His legs were taut, cramping almost, as the pounding in his face got faster and faster. He felt his head rocking, despite the tight hold by Scott’s hand, but he couldn’t stop it from driving backwards, as the hard dick kept pounding is mouth.

Suddenly it all stopped, the hard cock was yanked out, and as his eyes flickered open a bit, in shock, he felt the first stinging stream strike him squarely on the upper lip, below his nose, above his lip. He felt it burning, as his eyes stared at the hard cock, that was once more rearing back, then shooting forward. He saw the stream leave, saw it arc upwards a bit, and then felt it strike.

As the second stream of Scott’s cum splattered across his cheek, beside his nose, he felt his own body arch upwards, felt his own cock rearing back, and begin to fire out a huge stream of his cum. At the same time he heard his own voice crying out in a long mournful sound, that was echoing another cry the was surround his ears.

Scott had his face taut, his eyes tightly closed, his nostrils flaring as his body shuddered and shook to the explosion of his cum. Jimmy could make out the way his chest was heaving, how rigid his arms were, that now held his shooting cock. It only made his own body shake more, as it too continued to empty itself of its seed.

He could taste the semi sweet salty jizz that was dripping onto his mouth and around the corners of his lips. He could feel the hot flush from the splatters across his cheeks, feel it dripping down, as his own cum was flying through his tightly held fingers. Jimmy felt his body spasm, felt the ache in his chest tighten, as his body sent its last load out, as the balls shrunk to empty dangling flesh.

His body was spent, as he leaned against the cold of the toilet, coated in drying sweat from his body. He felt the ache in his legs, as they tried to restore the blood flow, but all he could do was stare at Scott’s softening cock. At how empty it was looking, at how the tiny hairs around the shaft were matted from his saliva, from the sweat too. He felt his head rock a bit, as Scott’s hand released the locks of hair it had been holding. He felt the pain around his scalp, from Scott’s tight grip, as Scott’s body moved backwards a bit, then leaned heavily against the closed stall door.

The way his chest heaved, how his hands hung down twitching, added to Jimmy’s feeling of satisfaction. How his body stood there, quivering, after that explosion, how his one cheek was being tightened by the drying cum, how his mouth felt so sore, how his jaw even ached, all made him feel like somehow, there was more to come.

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8Oct

Clearing the Air (5)

Clearing the Air

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (5)

It was a strange feeling for Jeff, as he lay there, just enjoying being in Mike’s presence, in the after glow. In some strange way, he felt more satisfied than at any other time, and as he felt the warmth of Mike’s body next to his, he couldn’t help but wonder at what had taken him so long to speak up, to let Mike know how he had felt.

He really couldn’t help feeling this way, it was really like a dream coming true, like winning the Lottery. Inside he could feel the way his body was still shaking, from the wild emotions that came the second he first touched Mike’s naked body. Not when he managed to breath in that musky scent of his groin, but the actual first touch, his finger against Mike’s flesh.

Even now, he couldn’t believe how it seemed to have made his whole body shake, how it seemed to just suddenly come alive. Like how it actually felt the small current of breeze in the room, how the hairs on his body seemed to all be standing up on end. Nothing had ever made him feel this way, as his eyes once more moved up, to gaze into Mike’s face.

He had seen that look, and now he once more saw it, but there was a cloud or pall coming between them, that he hadn’t noticed before. The look in Mike’s eyes was changing, that made Jeff suddenly feel a sudden coldness creeping in. They had just shared something special, but he could see that the glow of the moment was wearing off, that reality, was once more intruding, coming between them.

The roller coaster seemed to be running, as he felt dejected for some unknown reason, though deep down he knew that the elation wouldn’t last forever. Staring at Mike, he could see the doubts, the fears too which surprised him. What did Mike have to fear? Did he maybe think Jeff would out him, would talk about how he did his straight friend?

Part of him wanted to reassure Mike, but then another part told him to keep his mouth shut. To not rock the boat, unless necessary, and as he felt the uncertainty inside, he noticed how Mike suddenly drew his legs upwards, pulling them together. A sort of emptiness hit the pit of his stomach, as he saw how Mike seemed on edge, seemed nervous, really.

You okay?

Jeff saw how Mike suddenly twitched, at the sound of his voice, and how his eyes grew a bit wider, like some animal being caught in the sudden glare of a light.

Uh yeah, uh, look, I should get going,

He felt the dejection inside, the sadness, as he saw how suddenly scared Mike looked.

Sure? I mean, maybe we could hang out, go to the mall or something.

Uh, can’t, I uh have some errands to run, but maybe another time, I, I’ll call you later, okay?

Yeah, sure.

Inside, he knew that Mike wasn’t going to call, that somehow what had happened was beginning to bug him, that maybe he wished he hadn’t given in or done it. There was no other way to explain the frightened look on his best friend’s face, as he watched him swing his legs off the bed, opposite to where Jeff was.

He stared at Mike’s backside, as saw him stand up, and move to gather his clothes up, moving sideways, almost. It was like he was ashamed of being naked, of Jeff being able to see him.

Jeff just stared, saying nothing as he watched Mike bend and pick up the clothes, then quickly slide his underwear up. The moment was gone, he knew that, still inside, he didn’t understand what had suddenly changed for Mike. One second they were staring at each other, feeling close, feeling a connection that was more than just physical. Hell, he could still taste him, his seed and he knew he wanted more, but didn’t know how to ask, how to express himself.

Instead of speaking out, he sat there in silence. His own dick no longer aroused, but shrunken, as he saw Mike’s body become once more a mystery to him. The clothes were covering it all, and he could see how Mike’s body suddenly relaxed, once the pants were zipped up and belt buckled.

Jeff could see how his shoulders had relaxed, how every muscle in his back seemed to just let go, and once more there was the familiar slouch to his friend. He felt rather disappointed, even a bit apprehensive, as Mike finally turned to face him. There really wasn’t much else to say, as he saw Mike smile at him, a more or less forced smile. It looked strained, as he just smiled back, still naked.

He also noticed how Mike avoided looking, and yet earlier it was as if he couldn’t stare at him hard enough. How his eyes had taken his naked body in, at how it had gazed at his hard dick. How good that had felt too, and now it was gone, just like that. Somehow, he knew that Mike wasn’t going to call, that some excuse would be given, once he finally did get in touch.

Jeff watched as Mike left the room, not even waiting for him to get off the bed, and dress. It was almost as if he had an urgent need to leave, without really even saying much else, other than a quick ‘later’. He heard him running down the stairs, knowing that he was taking them two at a time, just as they both used to do when heading out together.

He could feel the sudden emptiness inside, the feeling like he had lost Mike. It was not as intense as it had been in the morning, and yet it felt even worse. Jeff couldn’t explain it, as he lay there, not sure what had happened, or if he had done something wrong. Again with the guilt, but even as he finally moved his body, he could still feel the brush of Mike’s pubic hairs against his nose, the press of his groin against his own face.

Trembling a little, he realized that he might never get to feel that again. It wasn’t like he had started out to seduce Mike, to force him into letting him suck him off. That had been Mike’s own idea, first at their spot, and then when he came here. He hadn’t told him he wanted to, least not until Mike forced his confession.

Maybe if he had, first thing, Mike wouldn’t have rushed off so fast. As he let his legs dangle over the bed, and he stared around for his own discarded underwear, he wondered what it was that had gotten Mike rattled, so quickly after? It bugged him, but not like the rejection he had been subjected to earlier in the day. This was a different rejection, one that might not have felt like an arrow in the heart, but in its own way, was far more painful.

He didn’t understand it. If Mike hadn’t wanted to let him suck his dick, why did he? If it bugged him, or something, why did he come back to the house, wait for him, and then push for it? It wasn’t like he had asked him to strip, or to climb onto his bed and spread his legs, with that hard dick sticking up. So why did he feel like Mike was disgusted with him?

For the rest of the day, and evening he found himself walking aimlessly around. Watching television only found him staring at the screen with a blank expression, so that when a program ended, he hadn’t a clue as to what had just finished. Jeff had waited for that phone call, but as he had known, it hadn’t come.

Several times he had reached for the phone, even going so far as to almost dial Mike’s complete cel number, but stopping just as it came time to enter the last digit of the number. Each time, his finger hovered over that last digit, and he simply replaced the receiver.

More times than he could remember, he had looked at his own phone, had clicked it to make sure it was getting a dial tone. He had kept flipping it open, checking the bars, to see if he was still in range, getting a signal, and yet no call ever came through.

In his guts, he felt miserable, knowing that this was not going to be the golden day he had hoped for. Even the fact that he had gotten more than he had dreamed for, in that Mike had let him suck him off, wasn’t helping him feel like he thought he should. He should be bouncing off the walls, with joy, instead of feeling like the world had ended for him.

Truth was, Mike hadn’t said anything to make him feel this way, but his look, how he had acted after, all seemed to be conspiring to making him feel so, well, alone. It wasn’t like he hadn’t gone over it a thousand times, and nothing he could think of, seemed to provide him any answers, as to why the sudden switch.

Granted, Mike was straight, and he had obviously enjoyed the blow job, but so what? How could that make him suddenly not want to be around him, or at least call him? Wasn’t like it was going to be a regular thing. Hell, he didn’t even think of trying to do more, or ask for more. Maybe he had thought about it, at the moment, but no friggin way would he have said or shown that he wanted to do it again, or to do more.

In the past, when he used to think of Mike, of how it would feel to be naked next to him, to hold his cock in his hand, to taste it, it always made him squirm, made him super hard. Yet now, with the real thing firmly planted in his mind, he couldn’t even get it semi hard. Thinking of that cock, of how it had tasted, of how it had smelt, didn’t even get his dick trembling, let alone rock hard.

That isn’t how it was supposed to be, he thought. Coming out to Mike, was supposed to make things easier between them. Least that had been the plan, had been the reason for it. At first it hadn’t, but later, well it had been total confusion, but Mike had seemed to come around, to understand. Or had he?

Had the ties they had made Mike act before he had thought about it? Had his own look, his own look influenced his friend so that he had given in to him, rather than refuse? It was all so confusing, and the more he thought about it, the more confused he got. Even trying to not think about it, was impossible.

Nothing seemed to work, to get his mind from thinking of Mike, of what had happened. He found himself arguing, with himself, as he tried to figure out if he should do anything, or let Mike have the time he needed, to sort out whatever had spooked him.

In the end, he had finally accepted that he couldn’t push Mike, that if he needed time to think, to figure stuff out, he had to give it to him. He came to the conclusion that if he pushed, he’d lose him for sure, something he really was desperate to not see happen.

—–

That long night had finally turned into an endless parade of empty days with more empty nights. Jeff still kept hoping Mike would call, that whatever was eating at him, was confusing him, would sort itself out, but as the days came and went, as the time for his departure to University loomed closer, he began to realize that for now, Mike was lost to him.

It hurt too, and there were times when he found himself in tears really. They had been through a lot in their friendship, and now it seemed like it had all ended, because he was Gay, had a thing for Mike. Maybe he should have lied, not told him how he dreamed of Mike, of how he imagined what it would be like to have sex with him.

Maybe then, Mike wouldn’t have felt obligated to let him suck him off, maybe then Mike would be here now, at the bus station seeing him off, instead of elsewhere. Maybe they would already have plans to meet up, during a long weekend or holiday, instead of him not even knowing if Mike was still talking to him.

No phone calls, nothing since Mike had simply walked out on him. Maybe he should have called, but as each day passed by, he knew it would only be harder. He should have called him the next day, but now it was too late to go back, too late to fix what was becoming painfully obvious, that their friendship had ended.

Heading off to college might help ease the pain he was feeling inside. Maybe it was meant to be this way, but he still couldn’t help but feel he had done something wrong, that somehow this was his fault. Oh sure, he had his fits of anger too, blaming Mike for being a pig headed fool, for being a stubborn ass, but after each of his outburst, he would feel like it had been his fault, not Mike’s.

If he hadn’t been Gay, they would still be friends, but being Gay, was who he was. He couldn’t change that, couldn’t make that go away, but he didn’t have to tell Mike. He could have kept it a secret, not blab it to him, and sure as fuck, didn’t have to tell him that he dreamed of him. That was simply stupid, but then again, was it?

Sitting in one of the old worn chairs of the bus depot, he wondered if maybe he had somehow manipulated Mike, to give him what he had always wanted? Had he somehow made Mike feel like he had to undress, had to let him suck on his dick? I mean Mike wasn’t some weak willed guy, he had a mind of his own, but had he used his own charm, his own charisma to maybe influence Mike just enough, so he could see him naked, see him full hard?

Then too, if that was true, how come Mike had one of the hardest erections he had ever seen? Shit, even the guys in the few porn flicks he had seen didn’t seem to be as hard as Mike had been that day in his bedroom. So if he had somehow coerced Mike into letting him suck on him, how come he had such a raging hard on?

All he knew for certain was that he didn’t have any clear answers. He missed Mike, missed seeing him and just hanging out together. It would have been a better memory to take with him than what he was taking. Maybe in time, he’d think differently, maybe even the memory of sucking on Mike’s cock might be enjoyable, but so far it had been nothing but a total turn off. Before, he could get it hard just thinking of Mike taking his pants off, now with the real thing to remember, it felt different, felt less exciting.

Hell, he had even written in to one of those advice columns that were in the magazines, and the instant he had sent it off, he knew it had been a stupid move. He also knew the answer he’d get, which was to get over it, to move on. Well easy for them to say, they hadn’t spent their childhood with the guy, hadn’t come to love him, as he had.

And maybe that was it, right there in a nutshell. It wasn’t the idea of seeing Mike naked, or of sucking his dick, or even maybe having him fuck him that had been the turn on. Maybe it was simply that he had a crush on the guy, that he had wanted to be loved by him, as he loved him. Worse, maybe Mike had sensed that, which is why he had bolted.

Glancing up he stared up to where the huge clock was. He saw how it was coming closer to departure time, and he felt the hitch in his heart. He had insisted no one from his family come down with him, in case Mike showed up, but deep down he knew that wasn’t going to happen either. He just didn’t want anyone around, to pester him about being so glum, about looking like the world had ended.

For him, in one way it did feel that way. His whole childhood was ending. He was going to college, leaving everything behind. Nothing would ever be the same, even if he did come back for visits. He felt the tremble inside, felt the fear of what lay ahead, and what was being left behind, when he felt the tap on his hunched over shoulder.

Glancing around, he saw him. His heart quickened, as Jeff realized how much he had been hoping for this moment. Mike was there, but as he looked up into his face, he could see how pained Mike looked.

hey

hey, I uh, I was hoping…

I know, uh, look Jeff, I should have called, but, uh…

yeah, I tried a few times, well I thought about it, but…

it shouldn’t be this hard, uh, can we take a walk outside, before, I mean do you have time?

Jeff glanced back over his shoulder at the clock, realizing that he really didn’t have much time, but enough. He nodded and picked up his bag, letting Mike lead the way out of the station.

They turned the corner, to where the building ended, and a small entrance way for the buses was. Mike looked around, then leaned against the brick wall, shuffling his feet, and looking downwards at them.

I should have called.

I guess I could have called you.

Yeah.

So, I have to, I mean there isn’t much time Mike.

Yeah, I know.

Then, what? I mean, I think I get it, and I am sorry Mike, I really am.

Sorry? Shit man, you didn’t do anything, not like you can help who you are, anymore than I can. Not your fault.

Then, well why did you bolt?

I can’t, I been thinking of that, ever since, I really have, and it is just, I don’t know Jeff, it just seems, well wrong.

What? That I like you that way, Shit Mike, I told you because you forced me to, I wasn’t planning to, I mean…

yeah, I know that, I asked, kind of wish I hadn’t now, but it isn’t that. I mean, in some ways, its well, nice to know, sort of.

Then, fuck you are really messin’ with my mind Mike.

Not half as much as you messed with mine.

what the fuck is that supposed to mean?

You don’t get it do you?

No, obviously I don’t.

I can see that.

Christ Mike, I am leaving town, I don’t know how soon I’ll be back, and right now, you aren’t making it easier. So what the fuck, I am sorry you can’t accept me liking you that way, I really am, but I do, and it isn’t because you are hot or sexy, but because of, well, just because. I am sorry it makes you uneasy, I really am.

It isn’t that Jeff, though maybe, oh shit, maybe it is that too.

If it isn’t that, then, I don’t get it?

Fuck Jeff, I liked what you did, okay? I liked it, a whole lot, which I shouldn’t have, I mean, I am not that way, I shouldn’t have liked it, not one bit, sure as hell not as much as I did.

You did? I mean, for real?

Yeah for real, and its bugged me since, it bugged me right after, and ever since. I just…

What, thought that because you liked it, that you had to be queer like me, that it?

I guess, if you want to put it that way, yeah, I mean how can a straight guy like it, if they aren’t, you know…

queer

knock off the put downs, okay? You know what I mean, and it isn’t…

I guess, just that, shit I thought I’d never see you again, that somehow I had ruined our friendship. And look, I mean just because you liked it, doesn’t make you Gay.

You think?

Before he could reply, he heard the announcement echo from the entrance. The booming voice was giving the first call for passengers for his bus, and he felt like time was going to run out, before they could sort things out, fully.

Yeah, I do, but fuck Mike, you sure have rotten timing, I have to go, I’ll miss the bus, but just ‘cuz you liked it, doesn’t mean jack. Fuck, this sucks, I mean…

There is a later bus.

I know, just that, I have to check in by a certain time, or I’ll miss out on the dorm assignments. I gotta have a place to sleep, or I’d take the later bus.

Okay, I know, look, what if I come up this weekend? Maybe we can talk then? I don’t want to lose our friendship Jeff, I know I should have called, should have said something, just, fuck it’s taken me all this time to make some sense out of it.

If you want, yes, I’d like that. I do, if you do.

He felt his body shake, felt tiny beads of sweat on his forehead. The idea that what he had thought was lost, really wasn’t, was exhilarating. He didn’t feel so empty, or alone as he realized that Mike meant it. It wasn’t like the promised phone call that had never come, this was different. He could feel it, deep down in his bones. Mike would show up.

Here, take this, just, just don’t open it around anyone, okay? I uh, I know you gotta go, but I will be up this weekend, I promise. Okay Jeff?

He felt Mike thrust the brown envelop into his hand, as he heard the second call for his bus, knowing he didn’t have much time left.

Uh, okay, what’s this…

We’ll talk this weekend, I’ll try and phone after dinner tomorrow, okay?

Okay, but…

Open it later, alone Jeff, okay? Promise?

I promise’

Mike smiled and was already turning away to leave, as the announcer boomed out, giving the last call for passengers to Jeff’s bus. Jeff felt himself tremble a bit, as he stared at Mike’s retreating back. He wanted to watch him leave, but couldn’t. Gathering his bad, he made his way along the platform to the bus, clutching the brown envelop, wishing that he had called Mike.

Jeff managed to just make it, as the silver door was beginning to close. He managed to climb up, hand his ticket to the driver, and found his way towards the back of the bus. No one had taken the rear seat, which suited him fine. He had noticed a few others stare at him, but all he could think of, was that this weekend Mike would be up at the campus.

He’d have to figure out where they could stay, that maybe there was some motel or something, or maybe he could bunk in his dorm room? He’d have to check that out, once he got his own room assignment, and as the bus lurched, beginning to move away from the platform, he realized that he was like some giddy kid.

It wasn’t like he expected they’d be having any sex, but that they were still friends made everything seem okay. Jeff felt a bit light headed, as he turned to stare out the window, and as the bus rolled out of the driveway, onto the main street, he saw Mike standing there. He could see his hair swaying a bit, and he couldn’t help but smile.

As the gears clashed a bit, and the bus picked up speed, he looked down at the envelop in his hand. It felt a bit stuffed, and as no one was around, he figured he could open it, for a quick peek inside.

Carefully he opened up the flap, that had been loosely gummed together. Inside, he noticed a few pages of loose leaf paper, with a paper clip over some thicker paper behind. He pulled it out, and removed the paper clip.

On the loose leaf pages he recognized Mike’s handwriting, and as he flipped past them, he realized that the pages behind was photo paper. It was the kind they used in their inkjet printers, to print out pictures. He was rather curious as he flipped the loose leaf pages further off, to see that the first photo was a bit blurred at the top of someone’s head.

Pulling the page up, his hand suddenly stopped, trembling a bit as he recognized the figure in the photo. It was Mike, but as he stared at it, he understood why Mike was insistent that he not open it with people nearby. Quickly he lifted up his eyes, to make sure no one was watching, or able to see what he was looking at.

Satisfied, he felt his face grinning, as he pulled the photo up a bit more, revealing a picture of Mike, an obvious self taken picture. The photo was a bit blurred at the edges, bit out of focus, but as he lifted more of the photo up out of the envelop, Jeff felt his face flush. Mike was naked in the picture, and while he stood very erect, that wasn’t all that was standing at attention.

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20Sep

Clearing the Air (4)

Clearing the Air

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

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Part (4)

He felt like he had just been struck by a bus. His whole body was rock solid, as he kneeled there, staring up at Mike. How could he? It was almost too much to grasp, but his hands fell to his side, and he could see the tears rolling down Mike’s face.

Did I do something wrong? I mean…

No, no it is just, this is all, please Jeff, not now, not here, I just can’t.

Can’t? But this was, I mean… okay, I never meant it to, you know, I uh…

As Mike pulled up his shorts, stuffing his hard dick back inside, reaching for his pants, he kept looking away, almost as if he was afraid to look at Jeff. His body was shaking, and as he zipped his pants up, he stepped back a few steps.

It just isn’t, not here, I am not saying I can do it, or not, just, just I need some time Jeff, to think about it. I don’t want to lose our friendship, but this; this is happening all at once, you understand, don’t you?

He really didn’t understand, but he nodded anyways. The disappointment, the sudden pulling back by Mike made his heart quiver a bit, as Mike tightened his belt up. Jeff could still see the bulge and felt like somehow he had been cheated.

Mike was already moving away, and while he said he’d call Jeff later, it felt like he had just lost his best friend. The pain was unlike anything he had experienced before. It was one thing to figure that Mike had thought he was sick, but to let him touch him like that, to come that close, well that seemed cruel, almost heartless.

He couldn’t figure it out, because obviously Mike felt something. If he hadn’t would his dick have gotten that hard, would there have been the precum? Looking out from the clearing, he could see Mike’s distant shape moving through the field. Even from the distance, he felt his desire for him, but now it seemed tainted, as if something he had done, had ruined what they had.

Maybe he shouldn’t have come out to him? He figured he had to, but maybe it was the wrong thing to do. Still, he did get a good look, but now he felt like he had been robbed, cheated of it, because things had gotten out of hand. Sure, he was Gay, he liked dick, and okay, he did want Mike, so maybe he shouldn’t have said anything?

His mouth was always getting him into trouble, but he couldn’t lie to Mike. That just wasn’t their friendship, or maybe it was? Maybe Mike was lying to him now, that maybe he really did think Jeff was some sicko? Maybe all that dropping of the pants, was his way to prove to himself that he was right about Jeff? Could he be that mean?

Slowly he stood up, and looked around at their place. It didn’t seem to be the same anymore. He felt like he was in a strange place, that he didn’t want to stay there, but couldn’t figure out where to go. As he shuffled his feet, while looking around, he saw the tree, and felt a deep sadness.

The countless hours they had spent together, resting under that tree, talking about everything. Well almost everything as he never did try to talk to Mike about how he felt. Maybe if he had tried more, hadn’t been so scared of his reaction, today wouldn’t have turned out the way it had.

So maybe they wouldn’t be best friends, least it wouldn’t be hurting so much right now. Least he’d have had some warning, which might have made him keep his mouth shut this morning, and this afternoon. Christ, what a mess, he thought as he stared back out over the now empty field.

Walking back home, because he really didn’t have anywhere else to go, Jeff kept wondering why Mike had pulled back. Did he freak him out, when he touched his bare leg, his dick? Was it too much for him, or did he actually enjoy it?

Could that be it? Could it be Mike actually found himself enjoying his friends touch, the feelings that were being shared by the touching? Did it freak him out that he could be stiff by some Queer running their finger up and down his cock?

Was Mike maybe a closet Queer himself, and that he didn’t want to come out, least of all to Jeff? Like he had said some pretty shitty things in the morning, then there he was, about to let him suck his dick. Could that be why he pulled back, afraid that if Jeff did actually take his cock into his mouth, he’d give himself away?

It wasn’t like he really had thought Mike was Gay, least not until this particular moment. So he had stood up for some flamer awhile back, but then that had been Mike. He never liked to see guys being picked on, not even the nerds. It was part of who he was, but was it maybe more than that?

Did Mike stick up for them, because deep down he knew that he could be one of those to be picked on, if his secret was known? Christ, he wouldn’t have stopped liking him, and even if Mike had come clean, had told him, he wouldn’t tell anyone?

Shit, it wasn’t like he was going to shout it out that he got to suck Mike’s dick. That was stupid to think, but then if not that, why the fuck did Mike pull away, at the last second? Could it be wanting to get even with him for the things he had said some five years ago? Did Mike see his chance to tease him, to hurt him, when he outed himself in the morning?

Problem was he should have stopped Mike, let it rest for a bit, and not gone along so quickly. Maybe he had seemed too eager, maybe it was just a physical thing. Okay sure it was, he really did want to suck on that dick of his, but it wasn’t like he had asked first. Mike had offered, so he should have gone through with it, unless it was all a joke, a horrible, mean, joke.

Yet that wasn’t Mike. He never held a grudge before now, and he sure as fuck wasn’t the type to be cruel to others. Hell, he was the type who would walk over some insect even, not wanting to crush them. He just wasn’t that kind of guy, least not around him. So why now, why did he pull away?

Jeff had to admit to himself, that this was going to drive him crazy. He couldn’t just leave it, just wait silently until Mike decided to tell him, if he ever did. He needed to know, and as he changed direction, to head towards Mike’s place, he also realized that once more he was risking their friendship.

Fuck, what could he say to him, and what if Mike said he had made a mistake in making the offer? How the fuck would he feel then, or would that matter? He’d have his answer, but no way Mike would drop his pants just like that, if he hadn’t cared, or had some curiosity about it.

Maybe instead of running over there, he should just go him, and let it be? Instead of pushing, be satisfied that he now knew exactly what Mike looked like, hard. After all, wasn’t that part of his whole dream, wish? To see just how big his dick was, what it looked like stiff? He knew, so why push it, why push to see what it would taste like?

Christ, what would he push for once he got that? Would he want to see if he could get Mike to fuck him? After all, he did want to experience that, to experience all of Mike, so maybe Mike knew that? Could it be that Mike didn’t go through with it, because he knew Jeff would want more?

Crap, what he had started by admitting he thought of Mike sexually? It wasn’t like he was unwilling to have let things go, let them not get that far, but now that he had an opening, he was thinking of pushing the limits.

It was all too confusing for him as he once again changed his direction. Going to Mike’s now, was asking for trouble, and he had enough heartache already today. Instead, he thought he should just go home, maybe soak in the tub, and forget about it all. Mike wasn’t going to out him, least he didn’t think so.

He had done what he had wanted to do, by telling Mike about him. He had seen Mike’s dick, touched it too, so in some ways he could consider himself ahead of the game. It almost had become more, that might have satisfied his quest for being satisfied sexually, but then College lay ahead, and maybe he would find someone there.

His trouble was there just wasn’t enough opportunity here, and he was too well known. He was scared of being found out, while off at college, well who cared? It wasn’t like they would be running to tell his teachers or his other friends, because they wouldn’t know them. His parents might know about him, but not like his new college friends would run to tell them, either. So it would be safer, easier to be who he was, without the worry.

Mike knew, and if it became a problem, well again, he’d be at college, away from it. Besides, Mike might not get it, not understand it, and if he was off at college, well maybe he’d come to accept it, to not let it come between them. Sure things might be strained between them until he left for college, but he could cope. Besides he did have a good memory, and he just knew that jerking off would be a lot more fun now.

Certainly wasn’t the ideal situation, he thought, as he made his way back towards his place. It wouldn’t be easy for the last little while, but he could manage. The important thing was he had told Mike, who had freaked, but it hadn’t lasted. Least so far it hadn’t, and if he knew Mike, he’d not let it ruin the remaining time they had together, as friends.

Swimming at their spot might be out now, but then he didn’t mind. He knew what was behind those wet shorts now, so he could handle not seeing that. He had that, and it was Mike who had given it to him. Not like he had done anything secretive to find out, or devious either. He hadn’t lied to him, which had to count for something. Eventually Mike would either understand, or not. By then, well, he’d be in college and it wouldn’t hurt so much.

Jeff was nearly at his front door, before he even realized that there was someone else there. He was so wrapped up in his thoughts, he didn’t even recognize the well known shape until he was almost on top of him. Mike was there, leaning up against the small little alcove on the front porch, waiting for him.

He couldn’t help it, but he was both excited and irritated. Jeff was suddenly once more back on edge, his solution to the whole thing gone, as he stared at his long time friend. It wouldn’t be the same, not being so close. No matter what he tried to tell himself, going off to college might solve his sexual desires, but it wouldn’t be half as good, without being able to share it with Mike.

Didn’t expect to see you so soon.

I know, uh, no one is home.

Won’t be till after dinner time.

Can we talk?

If you want.

I told you so, didn’t I?

Guess, sure you want to? I mean…

Wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.

Jeff stared at Mike’s face, to see if he was telling the truth. The eyes met, but Mike was having trouble looking back, something he had rarely seen with Mike. It wasn’t like him to not face him, square. Unlocking the front door, he nodded for Mike to go in, who just walked in, but then stood off to the side, waiting for Jeff to close & lock the front door.

They just stared at each other for a second, before Mike finally pushed himself upright, and walked along the corridor, towards the stairs. It was apparent to Jeff, he wanted to talk upstairs, in Jeff’s room and not in the living room. In some way, it surprised him, yet in another way it was more normal. That is where they always talked, rarely downstairs.

Following Mike up the stairs to his own room, he couldn’t help but enjoy the view of his ass. How nice they looked, how tightly they were held by his pants. Two perfect shaped orbs, but his mind kept wandering, despite the view.

Walking into his room, he noticed how Mike was checking it out, as if it was the first time he had been there. It was odd, as he stared at the his small desk, at his closet, and at his bed. It was like he was looking for something, that he hadn’t seen before.

Where you keep them?

Keep what?

The skin mags.

You know where they are.

Not those ones, the one’s you get off on, you do have some, don’t you?

Jeff didn’t get why Mike wanted them, but he went to his closet and opened his backpack. He had them hidden inside, under some old gym stuff, and pulled out a few of them. Turning around he handed them to Mike, who sat down on the bed, and started to flip through them.

He looked closely as Mike stared at the naked guys in the magazines, holding up a few to take a long look at the centerfolds. Just as he did with the girl magazines, but as he watched, he couldn’t tell what was going through Mike’s mind. For some reason, Jeff felt nervous, as if there was some test going on that he was a part of, but didn’t know what part.

The only sound in the room was his heavy breathing, and Mike flipping the damn pages. He came across a few that were stuck together, but didn’t say a word, as he pried them apart, to see what the pictures were. His eyes widened a few times, but his face seemed unimpressed as he just flipped the pages.

Finally he seemed to have enough, and tossed the last one aside, with the rest. He leaned back on his hands, and looked at Jeff. He felt like he was under inspection, and felt the sweat around his forehead, making him even more nervous. He just stood there, waiting for Mike to say something, anything.

You think I am Gay, don’t you?

Jeff felt like he was hit by a ten ton brick. It was the last thing that he had thought of Mike. Looking over at Mike, he knew that Mike was serious, that he was in his ‘I need to know’ mood. It was a bit intimidating, as he pulled up his desk chair, and plopped himself down in it, looking over at Mike.

No, I don’t.

Then why? I don’t get it, those guys in the mags, they get you off?

Yeah, sort of.

Sort of?

Look, it isn’t complicated Mike. When you see a girl’s hooters, you get excited, right?

Well yeah, so?

I see a nice dick, I get excited.

Okay so, I don’t…

Why you? I guess ‘cuz I know you, because just like you might get turned on by some nameless broad’s boobs, you think of someone you like, or want. It is the same for me.

Oh, so you uh, you don’t think I am Gay but you want to be with me, uh, that way?

No I don’t think you are, why, do you think you are?

I didn’t, not until you started touching me, it freaked me out Jeff, I never felt that hot, not with any of the girls, least not the same way.

That why you took off?

Yeah, and now I don’t know. I mean those mags, they didn’t do shit for me, but back at the place, well it did. It makes me, wonder.

He wanted to just sit next to Mike, to hold him close, because he could see he was really scared. It never occurred to him that Mike would feel that way about him, that it would make him feel as good, as it made Jeff. It was all rather odd, and he wondered, if maybe Mike could be.

Yet he had also seen how he had been after a night with his latest girl. Specially when he thought they were right for each other. His eyes would sparkle, his face light up, and that bulge in his pants would be super big. So the odds of him being Gay seemed rather slim to him. Maybe he was bi? But then, no he doubted that too, because nothing in the mags made him seem excited.

Inside he thought he knew the answer, but he didn’t want to think about it, to give it voice. It would only complicate an already complicated situation, or maybe not? The idea that they were that close, that maybe it wasn’t a physical attraction, but a more emotional one, that had let Mike feel what he had felt.

It was kind of flattering too, which he tried to contain. Last thing he needed was to think that Mike could be attracted to him. He had stripped, out of his friendship, not out of wanting Jeff to touch him, to suck him off.

Don’t Mike, it isn’t that you are gay, just that we are that close, that me and you, well, it’s about us, not about us both being guys. If you know what I mean.

Sort of like what Jenkins in Science was talking about last semester?

Yeah, like that.

So you wanting me, is just, well, normal?

I don’t know if it is normal, it is, well, ‘cuz we have been through a lot of shit together. Maybe that is all it is.

Mike looked everywhere but at Jeff, then he pulled himself further up on the bed. His back was up by the headboard, and his legs stretched out, towards Jeff. His face seemed to change shape, as different thoughts passed through his mind. He had seen it before, knowing that Mike was thinking, that he was wrestling with a problem, that he wanted to solve.

Each time in the past, it had been about breaking up with some girl, or asking one out. Each time he had seen it, he had thought how it made Mike look attractive, desirable. Those were the times when it had been really hard for him to not say something, to not just drop his own pants and whack off to how Mike was looking.

Now it was even worse, because he had a suspicion Mike was about to dump him, to tell him that he couldn’t handle the whole gay stuff. Yet maybe not, as he had admitted that it had made him feel good. Maybe he had been telling him the truth, earlier, when he said he just couldn’t do it there, that maybe he was thinking of trying to let Jeff do it again?

we have, haven’t we?

yeah.

so, uh, what if I freak again?

then you freak, but just ‘cuz it feels good, doesn’t make you queer.

I guess, man this is weird shit man.

Tell me about it.

Mike finally looked right at Jeff. His face was still looking uncertain, but the eyes seemed to be convinced. It was weird, to look into his eyes, to see them twinkle a bit, as if they had just pulled a caper on their folks. He smiled at Mike, cocking his head to one side, just like he always did, when they had reached a decision on something, when he had deferred to Mike’s choice.

As he blinked, he saw Mike move a bit, and then watched in awe, as Mike reached around and pulled his shirt up and over his head. For a second, while his face was covered, Jeff could see his bare chest. The golden flesh muted by the room’s light, but there was no mistaking the well formed pecs. How his muscles rippled at his stomach, and more than that, how firm his nipples looked.

The shirt came off, and got tossed at him. He laughed, as he caught it, to put it over on his desk, realizing that Mike was trying to make it seem more normal, more natural, like when he would stay over. How he would just toss his clothes off, stopping with his shorts still around his waist.

Somehow, Jeff was fairly certain they’d be coming off too, as he grinned back at Mike, his smile frozen, when Mike asked if he was just going to sit there, or get ready. For a second he didn’t know what Mike meant, but as he watched his friend undo his buckle, and open the pants, he just found himself standing up, kicking his runners off to the side.

His own shirt was up and off in a flash, as he felt a runner kick him in the leg. Mike had tossed his off, flicking them towards him, and he had to move quickly to avoid the second flying runner.

Then Mike was pushing his pants down, his knees up as he leaned forward to pull them off. His eyes were fixed on Jeff’s body, and he quickly reached down and undid his pants, shoving them down to his ankles. Grasping the chair, he stepped out of them. Standing upright, he saw how Mike was staring directly at him, at his own basket.

He felt like he wanted to put his hands over his crotch, but he resisted. Jeff knew he was aroused, knew that his own shorts were fully tented by his dick, and that Mike could see it all, very clearly. His heart was kicking up in speed, as he tried not to look, but he couldn’t hold out any longer.

Jeff turned his head, to stare at Mike, who was leaning on his knees, his underwear still on. The eyes were staring straight at Jeff’s groin. The eyes were wide open, taking it all in, as Jeff stood there.

Mike leaned back, once he noticed Jeff looking at him. As he did, Jeff couldn’t help but see the huge pole, sticking up from the shorts. It really was like a tent pole, as he licked his lips. It was better than out at their place, as he watched Mike reach down, to slowly push the shorts off his hips. It was as if he was teasing him, as he glanced up, and sure enough he could see the smirk on Mike’s face.

The son of a bitch was enjoying tormenting him, as he let the shorts move slowly down his hips, his stiff dick being pushed down, almost as if it was being aimed at Jeff. What a sadistic bastard he thought, as he found himself grinning, watching with baited breath, for the sudden plop of the hard dick, as it came free from the underwear.

The bed shook a bit, as Mike’s dick sprung free, and his body settled back down into the mattress. Jeff saw it jerk, saw it waver and then steady itself, in a very erect position, from the middle of Mike’s crotch. His own dick was aching as he watched how quickly Mike pulled the shorts down, then pulled one leg up and out of the leg hole. The other leg held the empty shorts, as Mike flicked his leg outward, shooting the errant underwear across the room.

Jeff couldn’t help but follow it as it flew past towards his bedroom door. Then he turned his attention back to Mike, as he pushed his own shorts down. He too was fully erect, and he saw the glimmer in Mike’s eyes as he saw it. It was like he really was aroused by it, that somehow it did excite him, which only made him ache more, as he stood there, fully naked before his best friend.

uh, no kissing right?

huh? oh, yeah, sure whatever you want.

Serious man, I don’t think I could handle that mushy stuff, I mean, fuck, you always get that stiff when you see another dick?

No, least not until now.

Really?

Jeff looked up from staring at Mike’s dick, and saw how he was really amazed by his comment. In some ways, he thought his friend’s chest has swelled up a bit, out of pride, and yet he couldn’t help but notice that he was nervous. His hand was twitching, the fingers tapping the top of the mattress, and his legs weren’t exactly spread fully apart either, as if trying to hide his crotch.

You sure you want to do this Mike? I mean if it’s too much…

Mike just looked at him for a split second, and then down at Jeff’s own aroused dick.

No, I am not sure.’

We don’t have to Mike.

Fuck it Jeff, we been friends a long time, and I don’t know, it feels weird, yet in a good way, so yeah, maybe I guess I do, uh, you do, don’t you?

Jeff couldn’t help but smile, as he slowly moved forward, to climb up onto the bed. He let his hand move up, to rest on Mike’s knee, feeling him jerk back a little, then relax. It was suddenly like there was nothing else around. No clock ticking over by his desk, no wind moving the drapes by his desk. Nothing else seemed to exist, as he stared down at Mike’s groin, at the hard dick that was sticking up, jerking a little with each breath that Mike took.

He took a deep breath, as he leaned back a little, gazing at the offered prize, from his friend. He could feel him, feel his presence inside, then he felt his hand move up and rest on top of his own. He felt the sweat on the palm of Mike’s hand, as it lay on his own, feeling his own nervousness, as he finally looked upwards.

It was all he needed, the way Mike looked at him, as his own body shook, as he gently pulled on the knee, to push it out of the way. His own body moved around, as Mike’s leg pushed past under him, brushing past his balls. Jeff felt his body quiver, as the toes brushed past his sac, making him tremble deep inside.

His eyes closed, as he leaned forward, smelling Mike’s man scent, smelling his aroma. His mouth opened, as he felt Mike’s hand reach over to rest on Jeff’s head, as it lowered over the hot throbbing cock. He could feel it, as he let his mouth open, as his lips pursed, and then he felt the tip of it, just under his chin.

Jeff’s entire body shook, as if an earthquake had just rumbled full force right under him. His legs shook, his arms were quivering, as he felt the sticky precum make the cock slide up, as his tongue licked out, to gather it inside, brushing past the hot cock head.

The eye lids opened, to stare at the oval shaped head, that was almost at his lips. He could see the hairs of Mike’s groin standing up, see the veins around the whole shaft pulsing, as the blood rushed through them all. Then the eye lids closed, as he tasted the salty pre cum and felt its warmth across his lips.

He felt them tingle, as they parted, as he drew back his lips over his teeth, as Mike’s head began to enter Jeff’s mouth. He could feel the hand tighten around some of his hair, twisting the strands around the fingers, and pulling, then pushing, on them. His whole body became stiff, as he lowered his mouth over the cock, tasting the hot flesh, tasting the saltiness of the flesh. It surprised him a bit, as he felt the legs quiver, as his hands reached out to hold onto both knees, pushing them aside a little, as his head lowered even more, to gobble up more of the hard pole.

Jeff heard a small gasp, a bit of a rumbling groan as his lips slid down the side of the cock head, to rest just underneath the cap of the head. He could feel the blood pulsing now, feel the electricity passing between them both, and for a moment, he was certain he could feel Mike’s heart beat, next to his own.

As his mouth moved down, the hand on top moved away, and he felt the bed shake, as the fist was slammed down onto the mattress. He didn’t stop, as he let his tongue begin to lick up, the tip just barely able to move inside the mouth, as Mike’s cock filled every inch of Jeff’s mouth.

His throat was sore, but trying to stretch, as he continued to let his head move downwards, gradually taking more of the cock shaft into his mouth, gradually letting his tongue lick at the pulsing underside of the shaft. He could feel Mike shaking, feel the knees beside him quivering. His fingers gripped both knees tightly, until the fingers were touching the bony knee caps themselves.

He moaned a bit, as he tasted the pre cum sliding down his throat, as his nostrils were breathing in that scent, that was all Mike. Christ it smelled so good, so rich and full, as he continued to lick at the shaft, as it filled his mouth and throat with its size. His teeth grated over a bit of the top, but it didn’t seem to be noticed by Mike. Instead Jeff felt the bed vibrate a bit more, as he finally managed to have it all inside his mouth.

Jeff felt his nostrils flare, felt the tip of his nose pressing into the warm soft belly of Mike’s groin. The tiny pubic hairs were itching at his upper lip, and a few had managed to work their way inside his nostrils. He didn’t care, as he felt his chest heave, felt his body shudder. This is more than he had ever hoped for, as he tasted the hard flesh inside. It was everything he had ever hoped for, more even, as he slowly let his head move back, to let the long thick pole slide out from between his lips.

Twice more he managed to slowly move down, then up, to where Mike’s cock was almost out of his mouth, before beginning to slide it back inside. His tongue licked at the head, at just under the band of skin that formed the ridge of the head, when Mike’s hand suddenly was once more over his head, grabbing at his hair.

Jeff felt him grab hold, taking a huge handful of his hair in his fist, but instead of wrapping them around his fingers, he just held them, the back of his fist pushing down on Jeff’s head. His body was arching up, at the same time. Jeff struggled to resist, to set the pace, but Mike was much stronger than him, and he felt himself giving in.

He felt the pubic hairs prickling his cheek, under his nose, then felt the hard press of the belly into his face. The hand held him tightly, as the body arched up, then pulled back, then arched back upwards. It drove itself into his held head, the cock pushing past and down into his throat in several quick thrusts.

Jeff felt himself gagging a bit, but Mike didn’t let go, didn’t stop, as his whole body arched up again and again. Each thrust up trying to bury his cock deeper into Jeff’s open throat. He ignored the muffled gags, and Jeff could hear Mike’s panting breath now. His own heart was pounding loudly, but he heard the harsh gasps for air, as his head was held tightly, as Mike’s hard body kept pumping into his face.

He struggled to pull back, but Mike’s other hand now joined the first, holding his head steady, as Mike’s lower body pummelled into Jeff’s mouth. He felt the flesh strike him hard, felt his chin dig deep into the groin. Felt the tough leather of Mike’s scrotum, as his chin hit the balls, that swung and slapped against Mike’s thighs. He wanted to stop, to have Mike slow down, but he couldn’t.

It wasn’t like anything he had ever experienced, as Mike crushed his body upwards into his mouth. The hands clenched tightly, grabbing at his sweat soaked hair, and then he heard the animal like cry, that was coming from just above him. He knew what it meant, out of instinct, but as he tried to ready himself, the first stream was filling his mouth.

Jeff had tasted cum before, had sucked on a guy’s dick till it shot its load, but it was nothing like this. He felt his eyes water, felt his body tremble, as the hot sticky liquid began to fill the very bottom of his throat, as it’s sticky fluid seemed to flow in two directions at once. Some making its way down the quivering throat, the rest going upwards, coating the thick pole lodged between his throat muscles. Then it seemed to just flood his mouth, as the cock jerked again, adding more of the hot jizz.

He could feel it all, feel how Mike’s body was suddenly shaking, how his hands were now wrapped around and underneath, pulling Mike’s buttock upwards, pulling all of Mike’s dick deep into his throat.

Jeff felt himself swallowing, felt the sticky taste coating the sides of his throat, as the cry echoed in his bedroom. The hands holding his head, relaxed, then fell to the side, making the bed bounce, as they hit it. He felt his whole body shaking, felt the taste of Mike’s cream making his head swoon a bit, as he felt a bit faint.

Slowly he felt himself pulling his head back, the cock slowly sliding out from between his lips, until finally it was free. He leaned back, on his arms, and his eyes had trouble adjusting to the light of the room, as he felt his chest still pounding, felt his lungs still screaming for air.

As he managed to adjust to the light of the room, as the pain around his jaw became duller, he stared up and over at Mike. He felt his legs on either side of him, and as he looked, he noticed a sort of sheen across of all Mike’s naked body. He could see the sweat that had matted his friend’s hair, but it was the eyes that held his attention.

How alive they were, how much they shone, even in the daylight of the room. It was like staring into a bright searchlight, as they peered at him, making him ache.

Christ

Mike, I…

Jesus, I never, fuck Jeff, all guys like you suck like that?

Jeff could feel his own chest swell up, as he stared at his friend. He just looked at him, then felt how his foot was rubbing his. Looking down at it, then up at Mike, he noticed that his dick wasn’t all that soft, and as he stared up into his face, he saw him get that look, that one, that preceded a coming decision.

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5Jul

Anointing of the Man Child (3)

Anointing of the Man Child

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (3)

He felt like all the air inside had been knocked out of him. Blake couldn’t believe what Trent had said, or what it meant. There was no way they could know, could even have a clue that he was, but somehow they had. Did others know? Was it that obvious to everyone, or was all this just an elaborate plot to out him?

Even though he felt scared, he couldn’t help but take into account that Trent had used the ‘we’, the ‘like us’ words, as if he was Gay. Yet, how come he didn’t feel like it was true, that it was maybe just an act? As he stood there, with a sort of stunned look on his face, he realized something had attracted him to Trent.

Had that been the ‘gaydar[1. slang meaning for being able to perceive someone is gay]’ that he had read about? Was there really such a thing, as being able to tell if another was like him?

Then too, as he felt his muscles tighten, as he managed to slowly calm his beating heart, and his heaving chest, the whole idea that the Fraternity was made up of just gays, was a bit, well incredulous. Sure, he had read about them, but always thought it was just fiction.

To suddenly think that all those guys lined up in a row, that the guy who touched his dick to measure it, was also gay, was well, hard to swallow. Still, to strip, to jerk off, as a sort of, get acquainted ritual, wasn’t what you would expect from Straight Guys.

His mind was whirling, as he tried to figure it out, while Trent stood there. It seemed like he had been silent for ages, but he knew it had only been seconds. His heart was still pounding as he stared at Trent, at those eyes, that mouth, that mop of hair. The guy was everything that Blake liked, that got him hard. He had a ton of magazines, but the most used ones were those that had pictures of guys like Trent.

Then too, as he thought about it, he wondered at things. Like how impressed everyone was with how far he shot his load, at how big Brian’s dick was, and how disappointed they all seemed when Brian didn’t shoot, but sort of just flowed. Could what Trent be telling him, be for real? Looking at him, he rather hoped it was, as he nodded his head, afraid to speak the words, to admit it.

As soon as he did nod, he noticed how Trent suddenly lit up. His face didn’t have the worry lines, and his eyes seemed more relaxed, as were his facial features. Blake hadn’t noticed it before, but it was as if Trent had been just as nervous as him.

You really didn’t know?

No. Guess I should have, but uh…

It’s cool, takes a load off my mind, you had me scared for a second.

Me? I don’t, why?

Hate to make a pass at a breeder, I mean you know how they can get.

They had started to walk closer to the main doors, when he just stopped and stared at Trent. He was making a pass at him? How the fuck, how did he miss that, he wondered, as he just nodded, not sure what to say. How could he tell this guy that he didn’t even know that he had made a pass, let alone know how straight guys reacted to one?

Inside, the managed to find a table at the back, away from everyone else. The place wasn’t busy, and he had noticed Trent had grabbed a sandwich, offered him one too, but he had refused. He was just too nervous to eat anything, hard enough to drink the hot coffee as it was.

Funny, but Trent wouldn’t let him pay either, which was nice, but it confused him. Was Trent serious, that he had made a pass at him, or was he trying to? No one had ever done that, least not that he had noticed. Thinking it over, he wondered if he had missed other passes? Was he still a frustrated virgin, because he didn’t know the signs?

The whole idea that he had no experience with other guys because he might have missed the signals confused him. It also depressed him, as he watched how easy Trent could talk about things, about other guys. The way his face would light up when he would mention some past ‘date’ as he called it.

While the talk was hushed, and every few seconds Trent would look around, making sure no one could hear them, it was rather thrilling to listen to someone else talk about guys, the way he felt about guys. It was something he never had. It was perhaps why he had lost himself so much while jerking off earlier. To be showing off like that, was so new, so different.

Sitting there, listening, he felt a bit nervous at first. No one had ever talked to him this way, and he was frightened of screwing it up. All he could do was sit there, and stare. His eyes couldn’t leave Trent’s face, the way he would light up, then grow sombre. It was so new to him, that he was just enthralled by the whole experience.

You don’t say much

Sorry.

It’s okay, not boring you, am I? Really don’t want to do that.

No, no not at all, just… I guess I am still a bit uh, you know, finding out.

Yeah, you really didn’t know?

No, guess I just, I don’t know, I sound like a real dunce.

Trent leaned back in the chair, and stared at Blake. In a way it made him nervous, in another way he felt rather flattered. It was strange to have another guy look at him, in that kind of way. Least it felt good, as he sort of just looked back, not sure what to say or do.

You uh, not interested? I mean it’s okay, maybe I am too pushy at times, but uh, it’s cool if you aren’t.

Huh? I don’t… shit, uh, this isn’t easy for me.

You got a boyfriend? That it?

ME? I wish.

Then, what?

He could feel his stomach twisting, turning into a giant knot. How do you tell someone you haven’t a clue what it is he wants? It was like, some worse secret than not letting on you were different. It was just nerves, he knew, but that didn’t help him much as he looked over at Trent. The way he seemed ready to be disappointed.

Still, the idea that Trent was interested in him, was well, exciting. He didn’t want to blow it, and as he thought about that, he got a smile on his face. Yes, he did want to blow it, but not in the sense of what he had been thinking. Christ, suddenly he was having sex with the guy, and he still didn’t know what it was he wanted. Did he want to have sex, and what kind?

You’ll laugh.

Laugh? I don’t… no I won’t laugh, honest.

The magazines he had read, the few videos he had seen, didn’t prepare him for this. He could feel himself breaking out into a cold sweat. It was odd, because he knew he was attracted to Trent. Hell, he had stolen quite a few glances at his dick earlier, and he knew it had turned him on.

Come to think of it, Trent was actually the first person he had come out to. In some ways, tonight was becoming nothing but a collection of firsts for him. There was the Frat House, where he stripped for a bunch of strangers, got his dick hard in front of them, instead of a mirror. He even had another guy touch his dick, which was a huge first for him.

He had then followed that up by jacking off in front of over 20 strangers. That was super huge, which paled in comparison to now. To have actually admitted he was gay, to another guy, now that had to rank right up there, so how could he not keep the string alive? The way Trent looked, how he had spoken, Blake couldn’t help but be impressed.

Maybe more than that, was that somehow else actually thought enough of him, to want to take it to a more personal level. But then, what if he couldn’t deliver? His heart was pounding as the thoughts raced back and forth. He so wanted to stop being the quiet one, the one who only read about it. He wanted to feel more than some stranger’s hand touch him.

I uh, I haven’t, that is I never… I uh…

Never?

Never.

But you are what, eighteen at least, never? Not in High School even?

No, never.

Shit.

I am sorry, I uh…

Sorry? Nothing to be sorry about, just well, I never met someone who uh, who never.

Now you have.

He felt totally foolish, and depressed. There was no way that Trent would want some virgin, certainly not him. He felt the disappointment inside, even though Trent hadn’t backed off, yet. It would just be a matter of time, of that he was certain.

There a reason? I mean you’re not sick or anything, so that you uh, can’t?

No.

Then how come? There had to be someone you had the hots for in school? Some friend or someone?

I wish, but no, no one.

I don’t get it, you are hot looking, no one hit on you?

Hot? Me? You need glasses, and no, no one hit on me.

Why not?

Why couldn’t Trent just let it go? Why did he seem so insistent on knowing why he was a virgin? Wasn’t that bad enough? Surely he could get whoever he wanted, the way he looked, so why was he wasting so much energy on him?

Too scared I guess.

Oh, I see.

The silence was awkward, as Blake waited for Trent to make some excuse, and leave, yet at the same time he rather hoped he wouldn’t. He liked him, had a nice voice, and well, he liked his looks. Truth was, he felt something around him, the way he had been nervous too, yet had tried to not show it. Then his compliment, but really he knew it wouldn’t go further.

Yeah, well sorry to disappoint you.

Uh, look, you didn’t, just that, I never been someone’s first. Besides, not like I am what you would call an expert either.

You mean you still want to uh, to uh…

Get it on? Yeah, I’d like to well, know you better.

Oh

He felt the disappointment. It was like Trent was now just being nice, that his chance to maybe make this a super night of firsts, was well, over with. Still, he did do well, and there was tomorrow.

You look, shit look, I think maybe we got our wires crossed a bit here.

What do you mean?

I mean, that well, I like you, want to know you, but if you aren’t ready for more than hanging together, I can, well, I can wait or whatever. No pressure, I mean, I know how it can be, that first, well, you know.

I suppose, but, I am not good at this, the guessing. I never, it isn’t just the sex stuff. I never told anyone I liked guys, until now. So I uh, I don’t know what is expected, and well, it is all just so new, so different than what I had imagined.

No one? For real?

For real.

Shit, that has to suck, how did you, I mean wasn’t it kind of hard, to not be able to, well, talk about it?

Yeah, yet I don’t know, never seemed like there was a reason to.

So you never came across any guys you liked? That you maybe wanted to uh, you know, find out if they were?

Sure, just that, well I was too afraid. I didn’t want to suddenly be known as that Fag, or as the Queer Kid.

Sucks when that happens.

As he mumbled his answer, he couldn’t help but look down, and then up very quickly. Strange how his mind kept making more out of the words. Like when Trent said ‘suck’ how it made him glance down at his crotch. When he managed to take a deep breathe, he also noticed how Trent was smiling at him.

sorry

Don’t be, though I don’t know how anyone could not know you were into guys, the way you been checking me out, which I have to say I rather like.

I uh, really? I just, well, I guess it’s because at least, I well, I know you are, that you won’t, you know.

Yeah, getting outed that way can be a real bitch. So, maybe I shouldn’t ask, but uh, you want to maybe, well, uh, go somewhere private, where uh, where, we can, sort of… see if we uh can do more than stare?

Sure you want to? I may really suck at it?

Even as Trent started to laugh, he knew his mistake, but couldn’t help himself from joining in with Trent. The tension somehow disappeared, as they laughed, because of the way he had said it, and how he had been sneaking another glance at Trent as he had.

Funny it was, and yet scary too, but while his heart was beating, he didn’t think it was because of fear. It was more from excitement, as he’d not yet touched another guy, and so maybe tonight’s rush of first’s would continue? Problem was, where could they find a private place? He couldn’t go back to his dorm room, nor did he think they could go to Trent’s.

I’d like that, if you sure, but, where?

Oh I am sure, I been wanting to, the second I saw you at the Frat House, and well, I know of a place, if you game.

I am, if you are.

You need glasses, or I need smaller pants.

He couldn’t help but laugh, while checking out Trent’s crotch. There really was no mistaking that bulge, and while he had seen many in the magazines, to see one in real, and not have to hide his glance, was in itself, arousing. Blake could feel his own dick stirring as they quickly stood up and made their way out.

Blake followed slightly behind Trent, noticing how nicely his ass looked. There was something about how the two halves moved as he walked. How the pants seemed to fit them so nicely, and how the curve of the flesh looked so inviting. He had a strange urge to want to pat them, to reach out and just touch, but he couldn’t quite bring himself to do it. Not out in public.

They made their way out, and he couldn’t help but notice Trent was walking rather fast. It was like he couldn’t wait, which in all honesty, he felt as well. The ache in his own crotch was unlike any other ache he ever had. Even when his favourite magazine was out, and he had been rushing home to open it up, he never felt like he did now.

While the palms of his hands were sweaty, while the beat of his heart was faster, the ache in his chest was intense, it was nothing to how he ached in his crotch, nor how there was a twinge by his ass. That wasn’t something new, but he never really felt it as much as now, as he followed Trent along the pathway, then suddenly veer off to go into the trees that lined the path.

Everything had a strange glow to it, muted and it was hard to keep Trent’s image in front of him. He was more like a darker shadow, as they made their way behind the trees, and bushes that filled the area. He could still see the glow from the path, but it didn’t do much but give him a focal point. It didn’t penetrate the darkness.

They broke out into a sort of clearing. Least it was less dense than the trail they had followed. It had a soft perfume smell to it, sort of like flowers, but more intense. Blake breathed in deeply, enjoying the rather strong scent, unable to figure out what it reminded him off. His eyes were accustomed to the darkness, but he had to admit, it was a nice little spot.

The Stars shone from above, and he could tell that no one passing by would be able to just stumble onto them, without them hearing. It really was an ideal spot, and he turned to look at Trent. If he was a freshman, like himself, how did he know about this spot?

One of the guys at the House showed me this place, in case you are wondering.

Blake smiled, because he had been wondering. Still, it was perfect, as there was thick grass over the ground. He could smell its earthiness, as he stared around at it all, then back towards Trent. In the pale light, he had a sort of glow around the edges, but the sparkle in his eyes were as brilliant as the stars above. He looked perfect, as he just stood there, not sure what to do, or what would happen.

And before you ask, yes I got it on with him, he was cute, wasn’t any of the guys that were there tonight though, and well, I hadn’t met you yet.

That’s okay, I mean, not like we are married. Or uh, I mean, should I be upset?

Trent laughed, as he reached out and put his hand next to Blake’s face. The back of it moved up and down as he just stared at him, his eyes sparkling. ‘No, only if we become an item, as they say, then yeah, you should be, I know I would be.

Blake smiled back, and put his own hand up and over Trent’s hand. It felt good to touch it, to feel the warm flesh of another man. He felt his body tremble as he touched the hand, and his eyes looked up to stare into Trent’s. It was like tiny lightning bolts were flashing at him, as he stared into them, feeling his whole body tingle.

The hand moved down his face, rested on his shoulder, as he watched Trent’s face loom closer, as he heard him shuffle forward a bit. He stood there, uncertain what to do, as he held both hands at his side. The look in the eyes grew as they came closer, the eye lashes fluttered as Trent moved his head to one side, Blake suddenly feeling his own head move to the opposite side.

He could feel his heart pounding, as Trent’s face came closer. His hands suddenly reached out, on their own, to touch Trent at both sides. To sort of grasp his thin body. He felt the charge, the electricity, as his fingers made contact with Trent’s sides. The softness of his flesh, the way he seemed to move made his leg twitch as his own eyes suddenly began to blink rapidly, the eyelids opening and closing in a flurry.

Then he felt the warm breath on his face, followed by a soft touch against his lips. He trembled, as his hands clutched at Trent’s sides, pulling him in closer. The warm touch on his lips changed to a hard press, as his own lips parted. Blake shuddered, as he realized that Trent was kissing him, that their two bodies were pressing up into each other. That poking object, near his thigh wasn’t Trent’s thigh, but his hard dick.

He moaned a bit, having it cut off, as Trent’s tongue was suddenly in his mouth. He didn’t know what to do, but let his body follow its instincts. Blake felt his whole body quiver, felt almost like he would pass out. The breath in his lungs seemed to be gone, as he gasped for air, heard himself panting, as Trent’s tongue licked at the inside of his mouth. He felt his teeth rake his lips, nibble at them really, which only made his hands clutch at Trent more.

Then he heard the noise, the soft moan that wasn’t his. His eyes opened briefly, but closed quickly as Trent’s lips pressed against his harder. As the tongue once more snaked it way past his lips into his mouth. He felt the tremor inside, felt the way his own cock was throbbing, but he also could feel Trent’s dick, the way it was pressed into his thigh.

In all his time thinking about this moment, he never thought it would be this good, or that he would ever feel this happy. His whole body was in a strange sense of ecstasy. It was like he could feel every nerve inside, the way it moved, the signals it was sending to his brain. Each one, individually, which was weird, yet amazingly wonderful.

He simply couldn’t believe how he could feel all those different emotions. The way his mind could experience the touch of Trent’s hand down his stomach, across his belly, while at the same time recording how sweet his mouth tasted, or how salty his lips were. His chest was heaving, his legs trembling, but all he could think of was how good it all felt, how soft the hands were, then how hard they were.

The way Trent moved them all over him, touching his thigh, that send shivers up and down his spine, or how the press of his leg made his heart tremble. The way his ears felt as they heard the soft moan coming from Trent. It was too much for him, as he felt his body buck, felt himself losing total control over his whole body.

The weakness inside, was making him shake, sort of like he was having a fit or something. Yet it didn’t seem to stop Trent, or slow him down. His hands were everywhere, his mouth too. The way he would be biting on Blake’s lower lip one second, then kissing the hollow of his neck. Then just as he would feel that, he would find his ear being licked, or the wet kiss across his shuttered eyes.

His whole body was a mess of quivering jelly, as the hands moved over him, as Trent’s warm body filled the space between them in ways he didn’t think could be possible. The trembling was making him think the ground was moving, the explosion of lights across his closed eyelids only adding to the confusion, to the joy inside.

Blake felt himself arch forward, suddenly realizing he had let himself go too much. The way his whole groin suddenly seemed to explode, to ache, told him he had gone too far. He felt sudden fear, sudden shame, but Trent didn’t seem to notice, or if he did, he didn’t stop.

His hands continued to move, to touch him, but now down at Blake’s groin. He could feel the hands probing his cock, that had just exploded. The way it was still firm, still rock hard, surprised him, as he heard Trent moan, heard his voice crack a bit, as the hands felt the now large wet patch of his pants.

Blake felt himself pulling at Trent, bringing his body even closer. His own hands were clenched tightly around the firm buttocks, squeezing the flesh inside the pants. He could feel them shake, feel the warmth as he pulled harder, wishing he hadn’t cum, wishing he had held on.

Suddenly, Trent pulled back, and with his hands on Blake’s shoulder he stared across at him. His chest was heaving as much as Blake’s, but the eyes were sparkling. Blake felt a bit uneasy, but stood there, waiting. He wasn’t sure for what, as Trent let his hands fall down, then he glanced down at Blake’s groin. The smile on his face grew, as he just looked at it.

He felt his face becoming flushed, turning red even though it was too dark to notice. Still he felt embarrassed by his premature ejaculation, yet somehow he didn’t think Trent was put off. He just didn’t seem upset, or feel that way. The way he was looking, was sort of, well hot. It was almost as if it turned him on.

If I smoked, I’d be lighting one up about now.

Really?

Fuck yeah, damn that felt good. I know it wasn’t what I had expected, but I almost shot my load too.

You mean it? You aren’t just saying that to uh, you know, make me feel better about it?

I don’t bullshit, I never felt so excited, still do.

I wasn’t thinking, I should have held back, I just, you were just, damn I am sorry.

Don’t be, I mean not like we are finished, uh, unless you don’t… I mean…

No, I don’t want it to end this way, least unless you do? I mean, I…

Let’s just sit, and well, rest for a bit, you really got me going there, I never felt that aroused before.

Honest?

Yeah, I mean not like I have been with a lot of guys, just that, those I have were nice, good sex, but nothing like this. I really mean that.

He watched as Trent moved towards the trunk of the big tree that was at the far end of their little clearing. He sat down, looking up at Blake, his eyes glittering, his mouth in a wide grin. His whole face was bathed in the starlight, as he slowly moved to stand by him, looking down at him. He could see Trent’s chest was still heaving a bit, as was his.

Slowly he let himself sit down, to rest next to Trent. He flinched as Trent moved his arm up and rested it over Blake’s shoulder. He relaxed the instant he felt it holding him. It felt so good, as he sort of just snuggled in closer, to let his body become wrapped by Trent’s.

His head rested on the chest, and he glanced up to see Trent looking at him. Somehow it just felt as he had imagined it would feel, to be with another man. His hand was resting on Trent’s knee, and he glanced down at it, then over at Trent’s crotch. He could see the bulge, and he had wondered what it would feel like. Now he felt like he would find out, as he leaned in closer, as his hand suddenly moved up Trent’s leg, slowly making its way upwards, towards the crotch.

Blake felt his chest suck in, felt the nerves inside tremble, as he felt Trent’s muscles shaking. The warmth under his hand was making him sweat a bit, as he stared at his hand, as it slowly moved up the leg, up the thigh, resting by the groin. His eyes widened, as they saw the bulge move a bit, each time his hand had moved.

Glancing upwards, he saw the glazed look in Trent’s eyes, saw the nostrils flare, as he realized he was the one having that effect on Trent. It was his touch, his presence, that was making him excited, not some picture, not some lifeless video. Blake lowered his eyes to stare at Trent’s crotch, as his fingers hesitated. He wanted them to move, to reach out, but he was still frightened, still unsure.

Go ahead, it won’t bite’ came from above his head, and he lifted his face upwards, to stare up at Trent. As he did, he could feel his own cock growing a bit harder, obviously not yet done for the night. He smiled as he looked back down, to see Trent’s hand move up from his other side, and undo the top button of his pants. The sound startled him for a moment, but his eyes were glued to the unfolding scene.

He knew that tonight’s round of firsts for him, was far from over, as he saw Trent pull the zipper down, and push the pants apart. He could see the white band of the underwear, and he could smell that aroma, that scent that had to be what they called ‘the man scent’. Blake licked his lips, as he felt his fingers quiver.

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