On The Run

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (8)

Jack had been fun, hell his whole life had been mostly fun, but here he was, sleeping in a bunch of dead vegetation, a skunk hanging over his head, putrid liquid mix of skunk piss and poop falling across his body, while he thought about the guys he had, the guys he wished he had had. Strange, how his mind seem pre-occupied with sex, when he should be worrying about staying alive, of staying out of jail.

Life hadn’t been all fun for him, there had been rough times, such as when the Twister had hit, when he had found out about his parents. Still, he had managed to get over it. Sure he had lost the farm, but the place he had now, well it wasn’t much, but it was his.

He had enough smarts, to keep out of trouble, to earn a sort of living. Least it was enough to keep clothes on his back, food in his belly. Not many his age could say that, and he still managed to satisfy his natural urges, so life really wasn’t bad.

Twisting a bit in the rotting leaves, he felt his mind wandering, felt a strange prickliness in his nerves, as he tried to figure it all out, to try and put it together. Why were the Feds after him, but just as important why was Old Roy taking the risk to protect him? Okay, not protect him, but at least help him. There is no doubt, without his help, he’d be a goner. So why?

It troubled him, as he tried to push the thoughts away, to send the fear packing. His father told him, fear needed to be faced, but not allowed to take charge. He didn’t quite get it back then, but he was starting to figure it out now. He was scared, and he rarely let himself admit to being scared. There was the time when he found out about his parents, a few times earlier in his young life, but nothing like now.

For the life of him, he couldn’t figure out why. Why were the Feds after him, as he had only been fishing, then had hid out in an old barn. It wasn’t like he had seen anything, just some old geezers nattering. He hadn’t heard a word they said, just a sort of buzz as they talked. Okay, he knew it was serious stuff, by the way the buzzing sound rose and fell.

You could see the guys were not in a happy mood, but was that reason enough to go after him? Hell, he didn’t even know what they were saying he had done, nor did Bobby Rae seem to know. Still, he hadn’t killed anyone, hadn’t seen anything, just some old crocks talking. He didn’t even recognize them, so what was the fuss about?

It gnawed at him, at his mind and at his whole body. He felt the fear, always lurking wanting to wake him up, to make him run, to just run. He had given in to that at first, but ever since the cabin, he had held it in check. Yet each time he slept, he could feel it coming back, trying to get past his defences, to have him sit up, to push the cover off and just light out for somewhere. Anywhere but where he was going.

The arguments he had with himself, about how stupid it was to be going back, to going closer to the source of his whole problem, was making him shiver. Even the hot sun striking the leaves, filling the air with its warmth, didn’t seem to stop the shakes that would come to him, while he slept. The fear wouldn’t go away, but kept hammering at him, telling him to get up, to run. Yet in the back of his mind, and deep in his heart, he knew it was wrong. He just didn’t know how long he could keep himself going, without listening to the doubts, to the fear.

His Father had told him, even Bobby Rae had told him, but there were moments, like now, when he was close to ignoring them. He wanted to leave, to just go someplace, strip his clothes off, clean up and be free. He didn’t want to spend his time in the recess of some dingy cave, never warm, never dry. Besides winter was coming, and those caves were no place to be.

TJ wasn’t what you would call religious either. Yet as he made his way to the caves, as he lay there trying to sleep, he found himself thinking about God, about his parents. Anything to keep the fear at bay, to hold it off for just a few more minutes. His body needed the sleep. The cold river water was tough enough to manage, never mind having to wade through it tired and exhausted. He needed the sleep, but the fear kept him semi conscious.

Mind you his Dad had told him to respect fear, that to never assume anything. Yet he was covered in dead leaves, and God knows what else, because of what Old Roy and Bobby Rae told him to do. He had accepted it, but what if they were just setting him up? TJ knew he wouldn’t stand a chance if his fear was right, but he didn’t have to make it easy for them either.

His fingers flinched a bit, touching the hilt of the knife Bobby Rae had given him, and he felt his mind relax, just a bit. Least if he was cornered, he’d be able to sort of fight it out, though the ending wouldn’t be ideal. Still, it was better than nothing, or was it? Did death really end or was it, as the Preacher said, a stepping stone to a new life elsewhere?

Was there Gays in God’s Heavens? Was his folks there, waiting for him, or was it just all a bunch of hokum, used by some to fool people into doing their bidding? He hadn’t bought into religion must, though his parents seemed to have believed. His Mother specially, and in his own way, so did his Father.

Oh he didn’t go for that Church Going religion, like his Mother did, but he was a believer in a higher power, and in there being a better place after death too. TJ hoped his Father had been right, that he was now in that better place, looking down on him, feeling for him. He could feel the pain in his heart, feel the little twitch, as his mind thought about his parents, as he missed them, even while sleeping.

The fear couldn’t stop that, couldn’t make him forget. Oh maybe there were times when it could, but he retreated to those earlier memories, the times when he would sit on his father’s lap as a youngster, listening to his tales of Blackie the rabbit. How his little heart would quicken, as his father spoke to him, about the renegade rabbit, that always got into trouble, yet never seemed to give up.

It hadn’t been easy back then, just that his memories weren’t jaded by all the politics of the time. He didn’t know about the pressures of being an adult, just that his parents had food on the table, clean clothes for him, and lots of love. What did he know about mortgages, about grants or even working? All he knew was he liked to sit on the river bank with his Pole, and enjoy the warmth of the sun, with his Father next to him.

Even his earlier experiences with sex weren’t complicated. The first time he jerked off, was still amusing to him. How he had been so surprised when he had found his little dick stiff, and how it had felt when he had touched it. There were times when he wished, it would still be like that. Full of surprises, like how it had made his heart quicken, how it had made him actually break out into a sweat, as his small hand had stroked his little dick. But that was then, when he didn’t know, and as he let the sleep work, he realized that sometimes, not knowing wasn’t so bad.

Least when things happened, it was fun. Okay the time he had stuck his hand in a hive, now that hadn’t been fun and the stings had hurt like hell for a long time after. For months afterwards, each time he saw a Bee he had gone running home, afraid of more of those stings. Yet he had gotten over it, and learned from it too. Just like that first time whacking off.

How surprised he had been when he felt the sticky stuff come from his dick. How it had made him giggle actually, and how he had been so proud of himself. He could laugh now too, as he had to taste that stuff, and it hadn’t been what he had expected. In fact, his mind remembered how he had thought it was icky, and he had spit it out, right away. Sure wasn’t that way these days, as his body continued to relax. Today that sticky stuff was like Nectar to him, no matter how salty or sticky it was.

His mind continued to think of those times, holding his fear at bay. How he had run to tell his friend Jimmy about it, how this strange stuff had come spurting from his little stick. Like he had a clue back then? Still it had been interesting to see Jimmy’s face, as he had told him. How frightened Jimmy had been, how he hadn’t believe TJ, until he too tried it.

Thinking back, maybe that had been his first ever gay experience, unplanned, and certainly unknown, but it must have been. He could still feel the tingle inside, as he had then, watching his best friend play with himself, and how he had looked. In all fairness, it wasn’t like watching a guy today, as he stroked himself. Yet, it still was exciting, except back then he hadn’t a clue as to why it had excited him.

His dream was peaceful, or at least it was beginning that way. His body sagged a bit deeper into the earth, as his muscles relaxed, as his mind felt more at ease. Yet even as he sighed, as his mind told him everything was fine, that danger was far, far away he felt the tingle, felt the slight prickling of his hairs, as if his body sensed something else. His mind continued to play the earlier memories, to soothe his tired body, but the apprehension lingered, lurked nearby.

Suddenly he felt the warmth of the sun being blocked out. A dark cloth was over his head, the air was difficult to breath, as he felt his eyes pop open. There was nothing but blackness, and a strange buzzing sound. He tried to lift himself up, but as he moved his head up, he felt his body being held down, felt his whole body being restrained by some unknown binding.

TJ struggled, felt his chest heave as he struggled for air, as he twisted his head but was unable to shake the covering off his head. Nor was his body able to move beyond a certain point. He felt the restraints cut into his flesh, realizing that he was no longer covered by leaves, or anything. Not even clothing. He felt a chill creep up his whole body, as the realization that he was naked, was being tied down, hit him.

How could it have happened? TJ felt the fear inside, felt the quickening of his heart, as he lay back, exhausted. His arms ached, as did his legs, and he could wiggle his toes, but his feet just wouldn’t move much. Sweat was dripping from his forehead, down the sides of his face, making it very hot and uncomfortable. Yet not a sound, not even the wind rustling the trees could be heard. He wanted to shout, to cry out, but instead bit his lip.

The idea that somehow he had been set upon, had been tied down without waking made him angry. How stupid could he be, to have let himself get trapped this way, but by who? Who had done this to him?

His mind was reeling, as he felt some hot liquid touch his body, near his groin. He moaned, as he felt the burning sensation across his pubic region, afraid to call out. He had no idea if anyone was even there, though the burning liquid would indicate someone was. He struggled to move out of the way of it, but couldn’t. The restraints were too hard, to restrictive. He felt them cut into his flesh, felt their roughness too, which made him realize that they were rope.

The slap across his face made his head roll viciously to one side. He felt the hard surface strike the other side, and his heart quickened again. It wasn’t like the dirt, like the ground, but more like some flat surface, like a table or slab of something. His cheek hurt, and the side of his head ached from the hard whack across it, as he bit his lip, tasting blood.

Not only had he been tied up, but somehow moved too. Where in this wildnerness could there be a shack he hadn’t known about? How could someone sneak up and not only tie him up, but haul him off to some place? It wasn’t possible, his mind kept telling him, reaching for him, yet being denied. The fear was too great, as it mocked him, calling him a ‘great woodsmen like Daniel Boone’ and making fun of his predicament. His body shook, as he felt something reach down, and grab his genitals. It didn’t feel good, and yet as he felt the searing pain of his balls being squeezed, he could see the laughing face of a child. His eyes tried to peer into the darkness. Yet as he tried, he realized the laughing face was his own, from when he had been seeing that sticky stuff come shooting out of his dick, that first time way back when he hadn’t a clue what it was. It was his face laughing, not some stranger, as the pain lanced up his whole body now.

He twisted against the rope holding him down, felt another stinging blow land across his other cheek, driving his face over to the other side. TJ felt the cold of the table strike his cheek, felt his head shake, as it bounced a bit off the hard surface. The pain in his groin suddenly stopped, and there was suddenly no blindfold over his face.

Instead he was staring up at a soft gentle face, a face he knew. It was staring down at him, a tuft of bright blond hair dangling in front of one eye. The lips were thin, but sort of red in color and were coming closer to him. He stared as the face grew closer, as he felt the soft brush of those lips against his own mouth.

Somehow he felt his lips part, tasted the tongue as it darted past and into his mouth. He could feel it lick inside his mouth, at the roof of his mouth. TJ could feel his chest heaving, feel the ache deep in his groin, but not from being squeezed, but from an urgent desire. He felt the kiss stop and once more his eyes opened, to stare up into the soft gentle face above him. His eyes blinked, and as they did the face above changed from a sweet handsome face, to one of a leering wrinkled face. It was the face of the Preacher.

He shuddered, as he saw the angry eyes, saw the dried spittle around the Preacher’s mouth. His eyes were dark, evil looking as he stared down at TJ. He felt his heart go cold, felt a chill, as the face moved out of his view. He began to lift himself up, not sure if he was being held back or not. Yet as his head moved up, he didn’t feel anything holding him back, and now he was sitting up, looking around a sort of misty darkness. There was a sense of warmth in the air, but no real light. Nothing to hinder his vision, yet it seemed so misty, so clouded.

His hand moved out from his body, feeling the richness of topsoil. The fingers dug into the soft warm dirt, as he lifted his body up, to see dirt falling off his chest, falling from his head too. He felt the pressure on his legs, and glanced down to see they were covered in the same rich dark dirt. TJ felt his body ache, felt a tremble inside, as he shook the dirt off.

He was naked, but not cold in the growing darkness. There was a strange scent in the air too, that he breathed in. He realized it was lavender, a scent his Mother liked, and his home had always been filled with that smell. Now he could smell it, feel its familiar aroma as he sat up, trying to figure out where he was. Strange too, how he could smell that, yet not the Skunk.

Glancing upwards, there was no sign of the sack, or of the tree he remembered crawling up under earlier in the morning. Nothing was as it had been. There was no dead leaves, no fallen branches anywhere. As his eyes grew accustomed to the semi darkness, he noticed other mounds around him. Strange lines of grass covered mounds, with strange shadows all lined up behind each mound.

A cold shiver ran through his body, as he turned every way possible. No matter which way he looked, there were rows of mounds, with the dark shadows at the head of each mound. He couldn’t make them out, just the shadows of their shapes. Some were tall, some wider than the one’s next to them. Some had different shapes to their darkness, yet they were all in a perfect row. His heart was thumping as he stared around, and looked down at the fresh soft dirt around him. It was good dirt, the kind you could grow lots of stuff in, not something you found near the top of the ground, either.

His eyes blinked, as he stared at the silent rows, felt the presence of others, yet he couldn’t hear or see anyone. The shiver inside made him reach up, to rub his eyes, to maybe erase the last remnants of sleep from them, but as he did, he felt a strange reluctance from within. His arms didn’t feel heavy, light actually and yet they seemed unwilling to move. It wasn’t like they were held down, just that there was nothing there.

Glancing down he couldn’t see much, but as he looked back up, he had this strange notion that there were people all around him. He tried to stare through the odd swirling darkness, but he couldn’t see a thing. Just the rows and rows of mounds. Yet as he peered forward, off in the far distance he noticed a light.

It wasn’t bright, but yet it pierced the swirling darkness, in a sort of soft soothing way. He stared at it, noticing shadows moving towards it. Well not really seeing them, but sort of feeling them, as they seemed to head towards the distant light. It was a strange feeling, that didn’t scare him, or make him feel any better. It was just a curiosity, that made him want to get up, to move that way too.

Yet he couldn’t. It was like he was still tied up, though there seemed to be nothing holding him back. He could only stare at the light, the sort of glitter of little stars off in the distant that were gold in color. He could see that much, but nothing else. He shook his head, trying to figure out what he was seeing, trying to figure out where he was.

The motion of his head made him moan as he felt a strange ache inside. His eyes closed, then as they reopened, he found himself staring into the face of an animal. He felt himself shuffling backwards, as the animal head glared at him. It had small beady yellow eyes, that made him cringe in fear.

His one hand was reaching out to his side, trying to find something solid, a branch or something, that he could use as a club, when the head in front moved. It wasn’t an animal at all, but the head of one, sort of like a mask, as he saw a pair of pale blue eyes now staring at him. The face looked familiar, but he couldn’t place it.

Looking at the face, he saw the thin nose, the soft lips, and the sunken cheeks of the man under the animal head. His heart quicken a bit, but his fear seemed to dissipate a bit. His hand stopped searching for a weapon, as he watched the man move his hand towards him, but he didn’t feel threatened by it.

TJ noticed that along the shoulders was some fur, sort of like a cape. It covered the back of his arm too, and over his hand, but beneath it was a soft golden color. He watched the hand reach out, to touch the side of his face. He could hear a soft purring sound, like a sound a cat would make, when pleased.

Nothing was making sense, as he felt the hand touch the side of his own face. It was warm to the touch, soft and gentle as the fingers lightly moved down his face, then under his chin. The fingers lifted his face up, then caressed his chin and moved across to run up his cheek, and along his ear. TJ felt his body shudder, as the head now stared at him, the hand moving down his neck, and along TJ’s bare chest. He could feel the warmth, the lightness of the touch, as the fingers moved across his body. They touched a nipple, which made his body shudder. Then they moved down the centre of his chest.

His head lowered and his eyes followed the fur covered hand, as it caressed his stomach, then down his belly towards his groin. He could see the tip of his cock, sticking upwards, feeling his excitement, as the hand moved down across his groin.

Staring down, he saw the fingers brush his pubic hairs, then circle the base of his hard cock. He sighed, feeling the tenderness in the touch, as the tips brushed up against his throbbing pole. Tj felt his excitement growing, as the watched the strange hand move across his groin, to run down the inside of his thigh. He felt the muscles shiver, felt the nerves tingle, as the hand moved down and he top of the animal head began to block his vision. The fur was blowing in a gentle breeze, as he leaned back, letting the caressing hand soothe his body, soothe his mind.

The sound of a twig breaking made him start. TJ was suddenly awake, and the man dressed like an animal was no where to be seen. The smell of skunk made him want to retch, but he held back as he listened to the forest sounds. He could hear the river running, the water moving along against the shore. The sun was high in the air, judging by the light that was blinding him, as he struggled to regain consciousness.

His body ached, but he tried not to move, not to let his body make a single sound. The stench from the skunk made him look up, to see the familiar sack above him. He had been dreaming, the guy with the animal cloak was just a dream, the being tied up was just a part of that dream, as was the strange light among the rows of earth mounds. Yet the sound of a breaking twig, that wasn’t a dream, that was real. There was something out there, moving silently as he held his breath, wondering if somehow someone had stumbled upon his trail?

TJ felt the panic inside, but he didn’t jump up. He held his breathe, remembering the lessons from his Father. He controlled his breathing, controlled the motion of his body, as he lay there. He didn’t even reach for the hilt of the knife at his side, though it was within easy reach of his hand. His fingers could feel the hilt, but he didn’t flex them, keeping silent as he just listened.

There was a rustling sound to his right, as his head turned slightly. He could see some of the brush moving, some branches of a low brush move, as he bit his lower lip. His fingers ached, but he held them still, as the branches moved a bit more, a bit more violently, as whoever it was, whatever it was, was coming closer.

His heart pounded, as he waited. In his mind, he could feel the fear, telling him to jump up, to grab the knife and be ready to defend himself, then to run for it. It was a persistent mantra inside his mind, as he struggled with the urgings, while in his heart, he knew he had to sit still, to keep perfectly silent. He didn’t know what was out there, running wasn’t going to help him, least not yet.

The pins and needles in his legs, in his arms, were making it harder for him to sit still. He had too, and the cold sweat he was feeling didn’t help matters, but he held firm, watching the branches of the bush, listening. His ears didn’t pick up any other sounds, just those coming from his right, from the bushes. Staring at them, he saw the branches closest to him move, knowing that he would soon know what was there, what was stalking him. His fingers ached, but he held from reaching for the knife, leaving it for the last possible second.

The branches moved, and a dark pointed head came out. It had a dark nose, and was nibbling at the leaves on the branches, as he relaxed. Nothing but a deer, which didn’t seem to notice him, as it fed on the leaves. It’s ears perking up every few seconds, as it too listened for strange noises.

TJ felt suddenly foolish, yet relived as well. His fingers relaxed, and the ache in his body eased a bit. He had won one more battle with fear, as he saw the Deer’s nose twitch, as it picked up the skunk scent. The head lifted up, staring straight at him, but it didn’t rush off. The dark nose wrinkled a bit, as if it recognized the scent, and like everyone else, wasn’t impressed.

Finally it lowered its face, and once more nibbled at the lush leaves, before slowly moving on, paying him no further attention. It had been satisfied that the only scent was one to be expected. Seeing that, made him relax even more, as he watched the Deer move along. His body was easier, as once more TJ closed his eyes.

Maybe this time, he’d get some sleep without the strange nightmares, the strange visions. His mind let him rest, as his body unwound, as sleep once more took hold.

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Clearing the Air

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (3)

He had to turn away, as he felt a lump in his throat. How the fuck can he answer that one, without sending Mike through the roof? If he admits that yeah, he does whack off, thinking of Mike, he’ll be pissed even more than before. If he lies, well Mike knew him too well, for him to get away with it. Least at this moment he would know.

Still, he had kept his being Gay from him for awhile, but still, telling him that yeah, he liked to think of him, liked to imagine what it would be like to have him naked, touching him, him touching Mike, well, that would go over like a lead balloon.

How the fuck was he supposed to tell his best friend, that he used to go home, and close his eyes and think of him, while jerking his dick? How did he tell him that he used to wonder what it would be like to suck on his dick, or to feel it between his ass cheeks, just before it penetrated his hole? Not like Mike would understand, but then again, maybe he would?

Turning back, he saw how his eyes had softened, how his whole facial expression wasn’t all twisted up in anger, or disgust, as it had been this morning. Instead he was looking, like, well, like he wanted to know, that in some strange way it mattered, but not in a bad way. He was feeling totally confused, because while he thought about how to answer him, he also felt excited by him. To smell him so close, to feel his warmth, as they sat there, stretched out under their tree.

It was like how he imagined it would be, how many times he would sit back on his bed, and think of the two of them out here, by the tree, how they would suddenly touch arms or legs, and then embrace each other. How it would feel to have Mike’s lips pressed up against his, how his tongue would feel and taste, as it dove into his mouth.

He would think of how they would hold each other, how they would be undressing the other, lost in the moment of pure passion, ignoring the risks of being caught. How it would feel to have Mike’s strong hand grip his hard dick, how it would feel for him to hold his. To just feel it throb between his fingers.

God, how many times he had imagined it all, and now he had to come clean, or did he? Looking at Mike, he wanted to, but he held back, uncertain what Mike would do.

‘Well? Did you?’

‘Does it really matter?’

‘Yeah, it does.’

He took a deep breath, as he stared over at Mike. There wasn’t any anger in his face, but that could quickly change. Mike was noted for being quick tempered, still there was something there, which made him feel a bit more relaxed. It wasn’t love, but something like it, which he couldn’t explain, or figure out.

‘Truth? Yeah, I have, like I said, you are well, you’re the type of guy I am attracted to.’

Mike just stared at him, and then turned away. Jeff could see he was thinking, see how his jaw moved as he thought about he had just been told. He wasn’t stupid, he had to have known, the second Jeff had told him he was Gay, but it was finally sinking in. Yet, his face didn’t get all twisted, or change color. It was odd, watching him think about it, and he couldn’t help but take a quick glance down at his crotch, to notice it wasn’t exactly flat.

It was strange, to think that somehow, in some secret way, that maybe it turned Mike on? Now he had never seen him totally hard, never seen him really naked, but he had imagined how it would look, but that was as far as it ever went. In some twisted way, it was all rather exciting, as he tried to focus, to keep his mind alert. You just never knew, and that last thing he wanted was another angry confrontation with Mike.

Course he had to admit, it was partially how little he had seen, that made him horny too. The lack of anything clear, to dream about, to imagine, made it seem all the more exciting, least at times. Sure, sometimes he wished he could know more, like just how big did Mike’s dick get, or how big were his balls. He had seen his ass, well in underwear, but he had a good idea of how they would look. Just not his dick or his crotch. Did he have lots of pubic hairs; were they a different color than the rest of his hair?

It was the things dreams were made of, and if he was honest, he had many of those kinds of dreams. He just didn’t know how to explain them, without getting a fist in the face. Least not then, but as he waited for Mike to come to a decision, he didn’t feel like today would be like that. The whole forbidden fruit stuff, had certainly made his dreams of Mike fulfilling, but if he ever did have a chance at the real thing, would it be a let down? Would having Mike be as he had dreamed it would be, or would it maybe be more than that, or less?

‘Remember when we were out here, few days before your last birthday?’

‘Yeah, what about it?’

‘When I told you I didn’t have much cash that we wouldn’t be able to go bar hopping, just maybe share some beer, you were going to say something but didn’t.’

‘So?’

‘What were you going to say?’

Jeff felt his heart stop, because he remembered that day perfectly. He had almost spilled it then, but hadn’t. How could he tell him that what he wanted was to suck his best friend off? To undress him, and just enjoy looking at his naked body? Like that would have gone over real good, like it would now.

‘Come on Mike, that was ages ago, I don’t know, nothing, I mean, you got me that card, we had some drinks, that was enough.’

‘Seriously Jeff, that isn’t what you wanted, was it?’

‘Sure it was.’

‘You are lying, just as you did then, you uh; you were going to tell me then, weren’t you? About you being Gay.’

‘Sort of, I guess.’

‘Sort of? So, what were you going to ask? I really need to know, was it, was it something, uh, well you know, about how you feel about me?’

‘Huh? What, I mean, I uh…’

‘Why can’t you trust me Jeff?’

‘I trust you. What the fuck, I mean I just told you I was gay. Not like I have told anyone else, or taken out some ad in the paper.’

‘Then tell me, what did you want? Tell me the truth.’

‘Why?’

‘Because we are supposed to be friends, no secrets, remember? We made that pact, when we first met, so did you mean it?’

‘Yes’

‘Then tell me, what you really wanted to say, I have to know.’

‘So you can tell me to fuck off? Why should I make it easy for you?’

Mike turned away, and then he stood up, turning to stare down at Jeff. His eyes were sparkling, with anger. His whole face seem twisted, but Jeff also noticed that there were tears near the corners. It was all strange, as he looked up, as Mike stared back at him.

‘I can handle a lot of shit, maybe not at first, but I think I can work things out. Maybe I did go off this morning, because you just sort of laid it all on me, but I can handle you being Gay, I can handle you thinking of me that way. What I can’t handle is you not trusting me, or thinking I will suddenly hate you for being you. Fuck Jeff, I thought we were better friends than that, guess I was wrong.’

Jeff watched as Mike turned to leave, and he felt that lump in his throat, as he hollered out for him to wait. He never realized just how much Mike did care for him, as a friend, or him for Mike. Christ, what a mess, as he saw how Mike’s shoulders were so rigid, how his whole body seemed to be stiff, as he stood there, his back to Jeff.

He felt the pain in his chest, as he realized just how much he liked Mike, how much he valued his friendship. It wasn’t just that he was good looking, or his type. He liked Mike for who he was, for the guy who would stand up for others, like he had that time for Henry. It wasn’t that he had a nice build, but that he was someone you could count on.

It made him feel ashamed, because it wasn’t that he was Gay, that had gotten Mike pissed, it was that he hadn’t trusted Mike with the truth. A tear trickled down his face as he stared at Mike’s stiff back, knowing that Mike’s anger was Jeff’s fault.

‘I wanted to, shit Mike, I wanted to tell you, to tell you how I wanted suck you off, to see you naked, to see and touch your naked body, okay? There, I said it, and I know I shouldn’t have thought that way, but it isn’t, it isn’t just because you are my type.’

‘No? What then?’

‘It is because, well it is you. I guess, I just wanted to be closer, to share with you, how I really felt, even though I know that isn’t the kind of sex you are into. I didn’t know how to say it, still don’t.’

Mike turned around to look down at Jeff. There was no mistaking that he was angry, but it didn’t seem like it was because of what he had wanted to ask him. His jaw was moving, the teeth grinding, as he stared down at him, until Jeff lowered his head, no longer able to look at his friend.

‘Why if it wasn’t about the sex?’

‘Why? I guess to be as close as two people can be, I don’t know, to connect in all ways, or something like that. I am not sure if I can explain it Mike, it is a feeling, a sort of need that is beyond just sex.’

Jeff glanced upwards, seeing Mike’s face, feeling his presence in a way he had never really felt before. It was odd, to lay there, stretched out, while Mike seemed to tower over him. He watched his eyes, as they stared down at him, as they seemed to move up and then down his stretched out body. He couldn’t help but feel, rather excited, yet nervous at the same time.

‘If it wasn’t about the sex, why couldn’t you tell me that? Why didn’t you trust me to tell me the truth?’

He felt the panic, as he realized just how much he had hurt Mike. It hadn’t been his intention, not then, sure as hell not now, but how can he explain it? How can he make him understand, it wasn’t about trust, but about fear?

‘It isn’t about trust, shit Mike, if I had told you, what would you have done?’

‘Freaked I guess.’

‘Yeah, exactly, just like this morning, so can you blame me for not saying anything?’

‘Guess not, but it didn’t stop you this morning.’

‘I know, just that, well, since then I couldn’t get it out of my mind, it’s bugged me ever since, and well, I guess, I finally got the nerve up.’

‘And I freaked.’

‘Yeah’

‘I just, I mean I don’t get it Jeff, I thought I knew you, but that just came out of left field, I guess I should have expected it, or something. I just, well it took me by total surprise.’

‘I am sorry.’

‘Yeah, me too, so uh, now what?’

Jeff just stared upwards. He could see the body relax, see Mike look less angry, less on edge. He also couldn’t help but notice, that bulge hadn’t gotten any smaller either. That was weird, as he glanced back up, at Mike’s eyes. He really did want to ask him, to dare it all, but he wasn’t sure or comfortable enough. Yet as he looked at his friend, he couldn’t help but feel that if it was to ever happen, this was when it would.

He wanted to yell it out, to tell him yes, he wanted to see, to know if his imagination had been right, or what. He wanted to reach out, to touch him, to feel his warm flesh under his fingers, not just in passing, but to let them linger, to let them move and absorb it all. To feel the blood flowing beneath his skin, to feel the muscles as they shifted and moved beneath his touch.

And yet his mouth felt like it had glue between the lips. He wanted to scream it out, but felt like his voice had suddenly been taken away from him. He could feel his chest heaving, feel his lungs ache, as he tried to work up the nerve, to speak up, but he couldn’t. His eyes were desperate to see, but he found them glancing everywhere but where he wanted them to look.

Jeff could feel the sweat beading up all over, across his forehead, under his arms, between his crotch. He felt sticky, as his pores seemed to be like a dam that had burst, the way the sweat just poured out from them.

The sound of the pop was like a gun going off. His head swivelled immediately towards the source of the sound. His eyes opened wide, as his heart skipped several beats. He could feel his pulse racing, as he saw the source of the noise, saw the look on Mike’s face. It wasn’t a happy look, but it wasn’t an angry one or a disgusted one.

Jeff stared at the open jeans, at the way the zipper was still mostly up, at how he could see the white band of Mike’s underwear, at how he could see that he was wearing a blue colored paid of shorts. His eyes were bulging, as they just looked, realizing that Mike was going to give him what he had wanted, that his dream was going to happen.

Yet even as he realized it, he felt like something wasn’t right. His eyes tore themselves away, as they looked up, to see how Mike had his lips so tightly closed, at how his eyes were misty looking.

‘Mike…’

‘It will make us closer, right?’

‘I think, Mike, we are close, you don’t have to do this.’

‘Yes, I do.’

‘Why? Look, this isn’t what I, I mean yes I want to touch you, to feel you, but that is me.’

‘I want to Jeff, I need to have your friendship, to know you will always have my back, it is what, well it is what got me through all that shit with my Mom, if this gives me that, well, I can deal with it.’

‘You don’t have to Mike. I’ll always have your back, with or without touching you or…’

‘No, no you need to know you can trust me, just as I need to know, so if this, if this helps us both, then we need to do it, just that, well, I am not sure what to do, you have to help me, tell me what you uh, what you need.’

He could see how determined Mike was, and he could feel the excitement inside too. It was like, he wanted to stop him, yet at the same time hurry him up. It was strange, but as he stared at Mike, saw how his arm trembled as he reached down to push the zipper further down, he knew he couldn’t stop him.

It was unreal, to be laying there, watching Mike unzip his pants, and push them apart, then down his legs. His eyes couldn’t stop staring at him. How his legs were so stiff, how the tiny hairs were standing up on end, as the pants were shoved down to his ankles. He saw the socks digging into the flesh, as his eyes slowly moved back upwards, to stare at the bulging package.

Mike had his blue jockey shorts on, and there was no mistaking how thick that basket looked. His eyes were smarting, as he stared intently at the bulge, seeing the tubed shape of his friend’s cock. It was a sight he hadn’t seen, as he was fairly certain that the cock was nearly fully erect.

There had been moments when he had seen Mike like this, in just his shorts, but nothing as detailed as this. Nor for as long, as he licked his lips, to just stare at him. He could see the rough darker skin of his sac, pushing out of the thin edge of the leg openings of the blue shorts.

Jeff felt himself growing harder, as he leaned forwards. His hands were firmly planted on either side, as he leaned upwards, just staring. It was more than he had thought possible, but it wasn’t like anything in his dreams. He could see the tube shaped shaft jerk, as Mike stood there, his eyes watching Jeff.

Their eyes met, and he saw the hesitation, saw the uncertainty mirrored in them, as he tried to reassure him, tried to let him know that it was okay. He saw how his lower lip trembled, as he glanced down at his nearly nude lower body, as his hands rested at his sides, trembling.

The muscles in the legs were quivering too, as Jeff looked at him, as he felt the tightening in his own groin. He could feel the dull ache inside, the way his buttocks was clenching and unclenching. It wasn’t like anything he had experienced before, not even with the few guys he had been with. This was a thousand times more intense, more thrilling.

His body shook, as he watched Mike’s hands move up, to grab hold of the waistband. He could see the fingers tremble, as they took hold. Jeff’s eyes moved quickly up, then back down to the sight unfolding before him. He couldn’t help himself, but he could feel his own excitement, feel his own hand move up and push his throbbing cock to one side.

God, how he wanted to reach into his own pants, to take hold of his own throbbing pole, while watching Mike. He felt like he was on the edge of a cliff, staring down at the huge opening, unable to see the bottom from such a great height. At the same time, he felt a deep sense of awe, at just how much Mike cared for him, how much he cared for Mike.

They had been through a lot in their friendship, but it never really hit home, as it did now, at how much he relied on Mike, or Mike on him. What had been just casual talks, about just being together at important times, seemed to suddenly mean much more now. It was like the idea of sex wasn’t about getting off, as he felt his cock jerk inside his pants, but was about sharing something much more.

He watched the shorts flutter, watched as the waist band began to slide downwards. His mouth was bone dry, as he just watched them pushed down. The sudden plop, the sudden springing of freedom for Mike’s cock made him jerk backwards, as he stared at him.

Jeff remembered that one time when he had seen Mike taking a piss. How different it looked then, to now. How thicker it was, how much longer it was too. Then it had been totally soft, now it looked like it was a giant spear, aimed right at him.

How huge it looked, and how hot it seemed. For a moment, he thought he could see steam coming from it, knowing it was his imagination. He saw the head, thick and fiery, as it stared at him. There was no winking eye, as he had always read about. It didn’t really surprise him, but then the thickness, the hardness, did.

Jeff breathed in deeply, smelling that scent that always drove him wild. He knew it was no different than the scent of the other guys, yet it felt totally different. It made him feel totally different, which he couldn’t explain, nor did he want to. Without even realizing it, he found himself on his knees, closer to where Mike was standing.

He felt the warmth, felt the fear too. His eyes stared at the nearly fully erect penis, and then his eyes moved upwards. The pubic hairs were darker, yet they too seemed to be staring back at him, just as Mike’s cock was. Upwards his eyes moved, to see the rolling muscles of his friend’s belly, to see them rolling beneath the golden skin of his belly.

Up his eyes moved, to see the rippling muscles of his chest, to see how Mike was panting, just as he was. He could see the firm nipples on either breast, the deep dark maroon red of the skin just around them. How hot they looked, how sensual they seemed, as his eyes moved further up.

Mike’s Adam’s apple was bopping up and down, as his eyes saw the way the skin was taut, bit whiter than the rest of him, as he continued to glance upwards. Tiny little hairs dotted his chin, the peach fuzz that dotted their young faces, his as well. He could see the pores; see the tiny beads of sweat too, as he finally looked up into Mike’s eyes.

‘Mike…’

‘It’s okay Jeff, I want you to.’

Mike took a step closer, a small shuffle, as Jeff leaned backwards a bit, then watched as his hand seemed to reach out towards Mike’s leg. He dropped his eyes, to watch how his hand had come alive, on its own. The way his long tapered fingers seemed to just stretch out, without any direction from his mind.

It was almost like they had a mind of their own, as they shook, as they got closer. He could feel Mike’s warmth now, as his fingers shook, and then touched the leg, just above Mike’s knee.

God, how it made his whole body suddenly quiver. It was like a huge shot of electricity had just been shot into his body. The way his eyes fluttered, the way his heart stuttered, then roared. His chest heaved, ached too, as the jolt went up and down his whole body several times.

He felt his cock jerk in his pants, as the fingers had pulled back, but were once more reaching for Mike. He didn’t dare look up, as he let the tips touch again, as once more the jolt came, but this time he held on.

Jeff could feel his legs shaking, even as they rested on the ground. He felt the electricity inside, as his fingers moved up the leg, lightly touching the light hairs, which wavered under his soft caress. He felt the ache in his heart, as his fingers moved upward, across the thigh muscles that quivered to his touch.

It was like opening a door onto a beautiful sunny day. He could see things much clearer, more vibrant, than through the glass window. Yet at the same time, he felt more too, as his hand moved lightly over Mike’s thigh. It was almost as if they were connected, beyond just a friendship. He felt overwhelmed by the emotions insides, as he managed to lift his head up.

He was looking into Mike’s eyes, again. He couldn’t help but feel rather amazed, at how he could see so much, feel so much, in such a short time. He could feel a closer attraction to Mike, even though they hadn’t done anything. He had just touched his bare skin, but this was different than anything else.

It wasn’t a casual contact, or a quick feel. They had slept in the same bed, and he had leaned against him many times, but nothing felt like it did now. He couldn’t explain it, but his heart was throbbing, his head ached, as he thought about Mike, about how he had always been there for him. He felt Mike’s feelings too, trusting him, caring for him, in a way that was different than he had ever realized.

Like a switch being turned on, he felt it all; in parts of his body he had never connected with before. It wasn’t like how he had felt when undressing in front of another guy, or watching another undress. This was totally different, much more intense.

Yet as his fingers moved across, he felt the hesitation too. Jeff could feel the way the muscles contracted, feel how they shook, as his fingers moved lightly across the hot flesh. He felt the sweat too, as his fingers moved on their own, as his eyes watched them trace across the flesh, moving towards that dark patch of wiry hairs.

His fingers moved across, and he could feel the skin beneath shake, feel them quiver. His heart was pounding in his chest, which he was certain would burst. Jeff could hear each beat of his heart, despite its rapid pounding. He could even hear Mike’s heart too, hear the catch in his throat, as his finger moved across the groin, the hairs swaying to the passing of his fingers.

He felt it all, as the tip brushed past the base of the hard cock, felt how hot it was; hot much it seemed to be throbbing. It was like listening to an idle race car, feeling the motor ticking over, feel how it was waiting to be set free. His mouth hurt, as Jeff realized he was biting his lips, as he let his finger move towards the hard cock.

The tip of one finger rested by the base, and he sighed, as he stared at the thick pole. He could see every vein, memorizing the details, as he let the one tip lightly move over it, barely touching the burning flesh. He felt the fire, felt the way it moved as he followed one thick vein all across the pole, till his finger was up by the cock head itself. He could see it winking now, see that his touch had a real effect on his friend.

His eyes looked up, but Mike’s were glazed over, as he stood there, holding his breath while Jeff touched him. It was eerie, to see his lips so tightly together, to see his eyes narrowed, his nostrils flaring, as Jeff’s finger moved along his throbbing pole.

There were no other sounds. The wind was muted, the rustle of it passing through the trees off in a far off distance, yet he could hear each sigh, each sucking in of air, from them both. He could hear the beat of their hearts, as his finger moved around the ridge of the head, then slowly across the head itself.

Jeff could feel the cock shake, feel it tremble, as his finger moved along the rough skin, moistened by the sweat, but its natural oils. He felt its power, felt it quake as the finger moved closer to the centre, to the small drop of oozing pre cum that was staring at him.

How it looked, so thick, so full. The way it seemed to tease him too, as it pushed forward, then retreated back into the tiny hole it had come from. He could see the ridges of the skin, the tiny dots that made up the skin of the head, as he let the finger moved across. The touch of his own skin, with the liquid made him quiver. He felt his whole body shaking, as his eyes quickly stared up, to see the last of a tremor pass across Mike’s face.

It was all real, as he let his mind absorb it all, to store it for later. He couldn’t believe it was happening, despite the way his body felt. Nothing seemed real, as he took the drop of precum off with his finger tip, and then moved it towards his mouth. His body was aching, as he could smell the man scent, that aroma of a man fully aroused, permeate his whole body.

The tongue licked out as he tasted the offering from Mike’s cock. He could taste it, the saltiness of it, as he let the precum roll around inside his mouth, then be swallowed. He felt his body shiver, as it slid down his throat, as his eyes rolled back in his head, then open wide to look up into Mike’s eyes.

He could see how unsteady he was, as he just looked up at him, seeing his reaction to it all. Jeff didn’t need to ask, as he could feel Mike, feel his heart, his thoughts, as his hands reached out, to grab hold of Mike’s thighs, on either side. The moment he touched the legs, the second his fingers dug into the flesh to take hold, he heard the soft whimper, the soft moan.

He felt his own body shaking, quivering as he let his finger run under the hard cock shaft. Jeff could feel Mike’s blood pulsing through the veins. Jeff could feel his excitement, his nervousness, as he let the finger move under, to caress the full balls. It felt unlike anything else he had ever touched, more alive, more real, than he had ever imagined. It was more arousing, than when he had touched other guys, when he felt Mike’s hands on his shoulders.

Jeff could feel the fingers taking hold, and then with a sense of surprise, he felt Mike pushing him back, pushing him away. He struggled for a moment, and then looked up. He saw the twisted look, the changing look on his friend’s face.

‘I can’t Jeff, not here, not this way, I can’t… stop, you have to stop.’

Ryan Hunter from BoyFunk

BoyFunk has a lot of sexy young men, in fact they have what they call the ‘most beautiful boys‘ around. Ryan Hunter is one of those that kind of caught my attention, specially in thinking about the little scene that Jeff & Mike have, out in the woods.

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Best Friends

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (-)

Kirk stepped back, and wiped his forehead with the greasy rag, as he stared down at the engine. His eyes carefully examined it all, until he leaned around the open hood and signalled for Brent to turn it over. He bit his lower lip as he heard the starter engage, then the rumble, then finally the purr as the motor turned over and ran smoothly in a soft idle. His face broke out into a smile, as he reached up and slammed the hood down, feeling rather pleased with himself, as Brent gunned the motor a couple of times, then shut it off.

Climbing out of the driver’s side, Kirk couldn’t help but notice how excited his friend was, and he knew too, it was due to his luck, his knack with motors. He had known Brent for ages it seemed, from when they were little rug rats actually, playing in each other’s sandboxes, and as they grew up, they never seemed to be apart, until lately.

Many used to think of them as brothers, not just from their similar looks, but at how they were always together. It was almost as if they were brothers, even when they were in High School, they were inseparable. When Brent dated a cheerleader, he dated her best friend, when he tried out for the football team, so did Brent.

Nothing kept them apart, until graduation. Then it just seemed to change, as he went to go work for his father in his construction company, and Brent just seemed to drift away. He didn’t even try to follow, but they kept in touch, and now here they were, together again. The call had been a surprise, and it had given him a rather naughty feeling inside, hearing his friend’s voice again. He always had those thoughts about Brent, and at times wondered if Brent didn’t have them about him too.

Looking at the wide grin on his face, he felt rather aroused too. It hadn’t been all that long since they had seen each other, but it seemed like ages to him. He missed their time jogging together, or hitting the bars together, though he did prefer a different type of bar, than what he thought Brent would be comfortable at.

The thought that maybe Brent had found out about him had crossed his mind. He had to admit, it would make him withdraw, but right now all he could think of was how good it was to see him again. He hadn’t really changed much. Brent was still a stud, had that wild look that would drive the girls, and him, crazy. The way he would toss his hair, and stare, was a trademark of his. It had gotten him quite a few dates, that never ended with just a kiss. Least the way he told it.

Still in some ways, Brent was more of the shy type too. Together, whether it was in the locker room or down by the lake, he rarely would undress in front of him. Now he, well he wasn’t bashful, he would strip in a second, and maybe that was the tip off? He usually had a semi hard dick, and maybe Brent had tweaked to the fact that it was because of him?

It wasn’t like he put any moves on him either, though he wished he had. There had been times, when he could have said something, but had been too tongue tied, too nervous. Yet even all the times they had been together, he still didn’t have a good clear image of what his best friend looked like naked.

Oh he had seen him without a shirt or pants on, and could tell he wasn’t exactly sporting a tiny dick either. He knew he had fair sized balls, and his ass was definitely one he wouldn’t mind spreading apart and exploring, but as to the exact image, well that was something he could only guess at. He had seen the odd glimpse of the bare ass, but never his dick. Hell he didn’t know if he was even cut or not, and while he had the suspicion that he was uncut, it was only in his dreams that he let his mind explore that scenario.

He jumped a little, as the door slammed shut, and looked up to see his friend. God, how he would like to tell him, to let him know how much he liked him, wanted him too. Thinking of Brent that way, was making him uncomfortable, as it was giving him a rather tell tale bulge in his pants. As he looked over at his friend, he could see his blue eyes dart down, checking him out, then quickly glance away, to stare out at the surrounding trees.

‘You are a lifesaver man.’

‘Lucky is all’

‘Yeah you always had luck with stuff mechanical, I been working on this piece of shit for a month now. You take a couple of hours, and it purrs like a kitten.’

‘Wasn’t that hard, you’d have gotten there soon enough.’

‘I owe you bud.’

‘Nah, it’s cool.’

‘No, serious man, I owe you, I really need to have it running, only wheels I got, and stuck out here, in the boonies, you gotta have wheels.’

‘I would guess so, but it’s okay, anything for a friend.’

‘Come on man, you drove all the way out here, there has to be something I can do for you, I am serious man, I owe you big time. Besides, you know me, you know how I am, about this kind of stuff.’

Looking at his friend, he knew exactly what he meant. Brent was anal about keeping the account squared with people. He would go out of his way, to make sure he never owed anyone, not money, not favors even. It was the one thing, other than his yen for him, that always caused friction between them. If Brent figured he owed him, he’d make damn sure to keep harping on it, until the debt was paid off.

‘No big deal, besides it was good to see you again.’

‘Come on Kirk, there has to be something you want, that I can give you, or do for you.’

Maybe it was his imagination, but when he had said it, he had stared right at Kirk’s crotch, and then at his own, before looking up into Kirk’s face. The way his eyes looked, how he suddenly tossed his hair, just as he used to do when on the prowl, made his heart quake a bit. God, if he only had the nerve to say it, to speak the words.

‘No man, it’s okay.’

‘Bull, we been friends a long time, ever since kindergarten, so don’t give me there isn’t anything, I know you Kirk, so spill it.’

He knew what he wanted to say, but he couldn’t. Instead he watched as his friend walked slowly over to the aged picnic table, and sat down on the top. He reached into the old cooler, one that had been to many little camp outs, little jaunts to the lake. Staring at his friend, he couldn’t help but admire his looks. He still had it, even at the old age of 19, and the way the sweat made his bare chest glisten, was a total turn on for him too.

So he was a pervert, or at least a day dreamer. Brent always liked being shirtless, today being no different, and the conversation certainly had Kirk’s imagination running wild. Then too, those firm nipples, the small tuft of blond hair down his chest, all made him ache inside, but he couldn’t say it, as much as he wanted to.

‘Well, you can give me a beer.’

Brent reached inside the cooler and tossed Kirk a cold can of beer. As he did Kirk couldn’t help but notice how he was staring at him, as if he knew, and was just waiting for him to say something. No way could he know, but at this moment, the way his eyes stared at him, he was damn sure he did.

‘We been friends for a long time, haven’t we Kirk?’

‘Huh? Yeah, you know we have.’

‘So, what’s the big deal then?’

‘Big deal? What you blabbering about Brent.’

‘Why don’t you just come out and tell me what you want, you know I am gonna keep on pestering you until you do, so why waste time?’

He was playing for time, as he popped open the beer, and took a long swig of it. His eyes noticed how Brent had his legs apart, at how his basket filled the jeans just as he remembered. Yeah, he knew him, wished he knew him better too, but not in the way Brent was thinking, or was he?

Looking up at his face, he could see how his eyes were soft looking, waiting patiently for him to reply. How his bare suntanned arms rested on the table top, as he leaned back on them. It was typical Brent, to be so at ease, and yet Kirk knew he wasn’t. He knew his friend, knew the signs, as well as Kirk did.

‘I wanna suck you off.’

Even as he said it, he felt like the world had stopped turning on its axis. His eyes were lowered, but cast upwards over the top of the beer can. He waited, nervous, sweat beading up on his forehead, and not from the sun either. He couldn’t believe he had said it like that, and as he waited, wondering if he could make it to his car before Brent got a hold of him.

The silence was killing him, as was the strange look that Brent was giving him. It wasn’t like he had moved a muscle since he blurted it out, not even batted an eyelash. Everything seemed so quiet, so still, that he felt like turning and just running to his car, to escape the moment. Yet, as much as he wanted to run, he couldn’t.

He felt like he was glued to the ground, as he stood there, waiting for what he knew would be nothing less than a few harsh words. It was as if he was waiting for sentence to be passed on him, for committing some crime, as the silence grew even more intolerable. Looking up at Brent, his fist tightening around the beer can, he tried to not show his fear.

‘That what you really want?’

The voice was soft, no hint of anger or even disappointment in it. Just sort of matter of fact, as if it was no big deal. Kirk merely nodded as he stood there, unsure what would happen next.

‘I have to do anything? Other than uh, cum?’

‘No, nothing.’

Brent turned slightly, as he reached for another can of beer out of the cooler. He kept his face towards Kirk, as he fumbled in the cooler for the can, then as he brought it out, he hesitated for a second, before he popped the lid open. He took a long drink of it, then wiped his lips with the back of his hand.

‘Okay, I am ready.’

‘Uh, you sure? I mean…’

‘I am sure.’

It was like walking through quicksand, as he slowly moved over towards the picnic table and Brent. The way his legs sort of drew him closer, the tight full basket beckoning him closer. He could feel his sweat dripping down, and he wiped his forehead, while looking at his friend. There wasn’t any expression really on his face, sort of a blank stare really, yet it wasn’t menacing.

For one brief second, he thought it might be a trap, to get him closer so Brent could grab him, and wail on him, but he knew Brent, that wasn’t his style. Yet as he drew closer, he could feel his heart skipping a few beats, but he wasn’t sure if it was from fear, or excitement.

At last he was in arm’s reach, and he could see a small little quiver in the legs, as he stared at his friend’s crotch. How inviting it looked, how long he had waited to see what was behind that bulging basket. Now he would find out, as he looked up into Brent’s face. He saw the eyes, a bit of a sparkle, a bit of excitement maybe? He wasn’t sure, as he stood next to the table, between the spread open legs.

He sighed, as he looked up at Brent. He could feel his own body being excited, feel the press of his hard dick against the constraints of his shorts and pants. Looking down, he licked his lips as he let one hand move outwards, to undo the button. Kirk could feel the trembling of his fingers and glancing up, he saw the eyes, the way they seemed to smile, as if to reassure him.

‘Sure?’

Brent just nodded as he pushed his body a bit closer, opening his legs a tad wider. He too licked his lips, and Kirk could feel his eyes boring into his, watching him closely as the fingers moved and touched the waistband of Brent’s pants. They quivered, as he felt the warm skin of Brent’s belly against the knuckles.

It took him a few seconds, but he finally managed to undo the button, then unzip the pants. He was breathing hard, as he stared at the faded blue shorts, and the little bulge it showed. He licked his lips again, feeling how dry they suddenly were, as he took hold of the pants, and the shorts, then looked upwards. The eyes were still staring right at him, not moving away or anything.

He swallowed some saliva, as he glanced back down, and began to pull the pants and shorts. Brent lifted his hips up off the table, to let the clothing slide out from under him, and in no time Kirk had them down to the knees. Stepping back a bit, he then bent down, and pulled them down and over the tattered dirty runners, and then held them, sort of like a trophy.

Kirk placed them on the other side of his friend, who was now naked. His eyes moved to Brent’s groin, to stare at the soft lump of flesh that dangled between the legs. His heart was racing as he realized his friend was not circumcised. He could see the foreskin drooping over the tip, hiding the cock head. It nestled on top of two rather large testes, like it was sleeping.

Stepping in closer, between the spread apart legs, he felt the warmth of the sun on his back, and at the stare from Brent. His hand moved in a jerking motion, towards the sleeping cock, that suddenly moved a bit. He saw it sort of wiggle, as his hand reached out to touch it.

He felt a strange shock run through his whole body as the finger tips touched the side of the cock. The sensation made his whole body quiver, every nerve already on edge, become even more edgy, more tingly. The muscles in his throat were constricting, and in his stomach he felt a sort of tightening, along with a gurgling sound.

Kirk glanced up, then back down. His finger tip moved lightly over the loose skin, feeling its warmth, feeling it move slightly to his touch. In a sense, he though the could feel it growing, feel it coming to life as he let his finger moved along the top of it, to touch the bristles of Brent’s pubic hairs, then to move back down the side.

He felt the body stiffening, felt the blood starting to flow into the pole, as his fingers moved down and under the cock, to lift it up off the sac. The sac felt strangely hard, with a few hairs on it, but the underside of the cock felt silky smooth to his fingers.

The tips of the fingers moved over the drooping foreskin, feeling the hard head beneath it. His heart was racing now, as he felt the ache in his chest, in his whole body. His legs were stiff, every muscle in his body was rock hard, as he let his thumb and forefinger circle the top of the cock and wrap around it. Kirk felt the shiver running up from the tip, but he didn’t look upwards.

Instead he began to slide his two fingers down the pole, sliding the loose foreskin back, exposing the head for the first time to his eyes. Licking his lips, he watched it poke out, as his hand pushed into Brent’s soft groin. He let the rest of his hand now circle the cock shaft, and he slid it back upwards, until the foreskin covered the cock head again.

Then he pulled back, exposing it once more to his eyes. He saw how full it looked, how hot it se