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Making the Play (10)

Part (10)

The morning had been a nightmare for him. To begin with, every time someone looked at him, he started to wonder if word had already gotten around? Had Tommy blown their cover, their secret, before they could even begin their own plan? Had they been outed, or worse, was Philippe okay? That was the hard part, because he didn’t realize just how much he liked him, until they had been apart for a few minutes.

Philippe had spent the night, and he had to admit, it had been one of those nights, where everything clicked. He never thought he could be such a horn dog, nor how Philippe seemed just as ready, as he was.

erotic-stories-026The sex had been awesome, but then, not like either of them were experienced enough, or had enough experiences to prove them wrong, or right. Truth was, he had never felt so happy, so satisfied, as he did this morning when he woke up to Philippe next to him. Even the pain of his sore body from the hard tackle seemed to be almost gone, but the pain in his ass, clearly reminded him of the night’s fun.

Not like Philippe didn’t have an equally stretched butthole, and the joking when they washed up and used the toilet, was amusing, if not downright sexy. Mind you, it was a bit muted, given that it wasn’t a private washroom, and who needed more drama, after Tommy? Still, he couldn’t help but feel, well horny, and Philippe seemed just as bad, if the blow job he got back in his dorm room had been any indications. Course he had returned the favour, enjoying his fresh clean smell, and that faint scent of muskiness.

It was rather heady stuff, and yet, the moment they parted, for classes, for Philippe to try and get in touch with Cory, the team’s quarterback, the doubts were suddenly front and center. God, how he hated this feeling, as it made him a nervous wreck.

He had tried texting a message to Philippe, but hadn’t gotten any reply, which only seemed to make him more nervous. He kept wondering if maybe Tommy had gotten hold of him, or waylaid him somewhere, and if he had, how the fuck would he find out? It was that, unknowing, that had his stomach twisted into knots, had him sweating constantly, despite the cool day’s temperature.

Troy kept fingering the phone in his pocket, as if it would make it ring sooner, or that by touching it, it would make Philippe reply to his text messages. He had sent three so far, feeling his nerves unwrapping, as he tried to keep his composure. Fact is, last night had been an eye opener. From being infatuated with Tommy, to now despising him, to not knowing about Philippe, to suddenly wanting to spend every second with him, was making him, well, disconnected.

It was all new, because while he liked sex, while he had a few experiences, it was nothing to how he suddenly felt with Philippe. That was new, and surprising, as well as scary. Maybe it was because of Tommy, but he knew that wasn’t true. He had begun to feel that attraction, the instant Philippe had shown up in the locker room, then at his dorm room. God, how could he have missed all those signs, or had he?

This whole being gay thing, was well, new to him. Oh, he knew he was gay for some time, but how to go about living that way, to let his brain get in sync with his desires, was the hard part for him. Now he was getting a crash course, thanks to Tommy, but also thanks to Philippe. He had never known someone as shy, yet as forceful.

It was a contradiction, but true. Philippe had that way about him, that out in public, he seemed shy. He was never the one laughing the loudest at the jokes, or even taking part in the team life, like Tommy or those guys did. He always stood back a bit, keeping to himself, which maybe should have tipped him off, but then, he was like that too, and he didn’t consider himself shy.

There was so much he didn’t know about Philippe, but even now, with all that was going on, he wanted to know more about him. Not just how often he liked to suck or get sucked, but where he came from, how long had he known he was gay, and what did he like to do? Did he enjoy movies, playing video games, or was he a bookworm?

Strange thoughts, when he should be paying attention to what his professor’s were saying, or to the buzz around him. Yet when he did try to turn away from thinking of Philippe, it came down to worrying about what Tommy was going to do, about if they were right to enlist Cory’s help. That was the plan, but neither of them knew him well enough. He was the Golden Boy of the Campus, and sure, both were part of his team, large parts really, but they didn’t know him, didn’t hang with him.

Was it because they hung back, or did Cory suspect them? Neither of them had really thought about it, but he did hang out with Tommy, and some of the others, that Troy was certain, were not gay friendly. Then again, he had thought Tommy was, plus he didn’t think Philippe was Gay, so what the fuck did he know? His perception was way off, when it came to people, but it always had been that way.

Still, what did it matter? If Cory didn’t at least agree to stay out of it, they were fucked. He couldn’t help but go from thing to another, as his concentration sucked, waiting for something to happen. You would think, being a wide receiver, he’d be better at it, but no, not him. He had a case of the worries, and as his finger did a small tap tap on the phone in his pocket, he realized that his whole future at the college, was at stake. Not just his, but Philippe’s as well, because without Cory supporting them, and supporting them fully, the other’s would make their lives hell.

Christ, he could see the practices now, with both of them being carried off on stretchers, if Cory didn’t come out and back them. Him standing off, not approving or disapproving wouldn’t help. The more he thought of it, the more he realized that they needed his full support. Christ, they should have talked this through more, before trying to get ahead of Tommy.

Troy jumped, drawing the attention of the girl sitting next to him, but worse, the eyes of the Professor were now glaring at him. He felt the vibration continue, but he couldn’t do anything, until the eyes were off him. He felt his chest suck inwards, felt the pain growing inside, as he knew it was Philippe.

The vibration stopped, as he continued to stare at anyplace, but at the Professor. He could feel his eyes on him, wondering if maybe he too had heard something? God, he was being such a wusse, as he squirmed a bit, wishing that he could just get up and leave.

Time continued to drag, as the Professor moved from staring at him, while speaking, to moving around, continuing his droning on and on about something Troy didn’t know. He could hear his voice, hear the words, but they made no sense to him, as he sat there, wondering if he dared to look at the caller ID on his phone, or if there was any text message.

Each time he thought it was safe, he would glance around, to see the Professor staring at him, or turning towards him. It felt like he was under some microscope, as he let his fingers relax, the phone remaining closed in his pocket.

Finally the lecture to a subject he couldn’t even remember, was over and he was out the door like a shot. He raced down the hall, rushing out the door, with the phone already in his hand, coming clear of his pocket.

Standing off to the side, Troy flipped the phone cover, to see that it had been Philippe. He quickly hit the call back button, and had the phone at his ear, hoping he’d answer quick. After a couple of rings, he got the ‘subscriber is currently not available’ that made him curse, but as he glared, he noticed that he had a text message.

Fumbling, he managed to bring it up, and breathed a sigh of relief, as it was from Philippe. It was short, telling him to meet him in 90 minutes, out away from campus. He quickly thought about it, trying to remember how to get there, and then he decided he had enough of school. Instead of heading back inside, to go to his next class, he jogged off towards his dorm room, to change, and head out to meet Philippe.

The place was secluded, and a bit of a distance, unless you had wheels, but he could make it easy in half an hour. So what if he was early, it was better than sitting in some lecture room, worrying or imagining all sorts of things. He still would worry, but at least he wouldn’t have to hide it, out there.

Troy saw the place ahead. It had taken him longer than he had anticipated, but he knew that was from the route he took, and the constant over the shoulder checks. Christ, he was acting so paranoid, but maybe he had good reason? After all, he still hadn’t heard anything about Tommy, nor had Philippe given him much info in the text message.

Was Cory going to be there with him? Or worse, was it a trap of some kind? Had they forced Philippe to text him? He couldn’t shake the fear, no matter what. Even thinking about how good the sex had been last night with Philippe, he couldn’t help but wonder what Tommy would do, or if Cory would help them.

Glancing down at his watch, he realized he had a lot less time to wonder. He couldn’t believe how much time had passed, since getting Philippe’s message, and now he picked out a spot, to sit and wait. He made sure that he could see all approaches to the field, and yet not be seen himself. Least, not until those approached were close.

If it was a trap, he’d have time to run, and as he sat on the ground, peering all around, he wondered if he would run, if it was a trap. What if they had Philippe with them, would he abandon him to their anger? Shit, what if he had gone along, to save himself? After all, he really didn’t know the guy, and while the sex had been the best ever, that was last night.

Would he care, if being faced with having the crap beaten out of him, or would he turn on Troy? Fuck, if he was the one given the choice, what would he do? The idea that he would somehow, not turn on Philippe, calmed him down. His imagination was on overdrive, and sure, he didn’t know the guy well, but he knew enough.

After all, the guy did bite Tommy’s dick, till it bled. He did stand up then, but would he be that brave if there was a group of Tommy’s? More than likely, despite how shaken he had been after sending Tommy into squeals of pain.

He heard a rustling noise, and his head swivelled to stare at the thicket of trees, across from where he was concealed. He could see some movement, and watched carefully, his hands balled up into fists, as the trees were thick and dark. He felt a sense of danger, as he realized that it was near time for him to be showing up, and if anyone was going to ambush him, coming from the trees would be ideal.

Troy gritted his teeth, as he saw the shadow figure moving through the trees, stopping to stare around, then move further up, until he could see the outline of the figure. It looked like Philippe, but he couldn’t be sure, as it was a bit hunched over. It could be someone else, but he couldn’t be certain.

The figure stopped moving, and was near a few bushes, that were on the outside edge of the trees. He still couldn’t be certain it was Philippe, and he wanted to call out, but the fear inside, made him hold back. He sat there, tense, with a cold sweat dripping from his forehead. His chest ached, as did every muscle in his body seemed to be coiled, as if he was about to run.

Watching the figure, he tried to find some telltale sign, that it was Philippe, but he couldn’t be sure. Then he heard the noise of someone coming from the opposite direction, the one he had come from. Turning slowly, trying to not give his position away, he stared up, along the path, that led from the road to the field.

Troy felt a knot in his stomach, as he realized that it was two people, not one, coming down towards the field. Out of the corner of his eyes, he could see the figure by the trees, getting smaller, as if they were trying to bury themselves in the ground. He kept watching the two figures approaching, noticing their height differences. One was a fair bit taller, and the shorter one was considerably stockier in build, than the other.

At a guess, he figured one was much older, that being the short stockier dude, the other looked more like an athlete. He seemed to just glide along the dirt, keeping his strides in step with the shorter guy, yet it all seemed so effortless. He couldn’t help but admire how every movement, seemed compact, tight in effort, in ease.

They weren’t trying to be quiet either. At first he had thought it was a set up, but as they came closer, he could hear their voices, in conversation. If it was a trap, they certainly weren’t trying to be discreet about it. He felt a bit easier, and leaned back a bit, as he did, he noticed a slight movement on the other side, where he had first spotted someone.

He had been almost certain it was Philippe, though right now he wasn’t certain. Turning he couldn’t help but notice that whoever it was, was looking at his spot. He immediately grew tense, wondering if perhaps that wasn’t the trap, the one who would jump him, when he made his presence known? That the two making noise was a diversion?

Or maybe he had watched too many thrillers on television? He shook his head, realizing just how stupid he was being, and found himself standing upright, letting anyone watching, know he was there. As he took to his feet, the beat of his heart quickened, as he realized how exposed he felt. If it was a trap, he was alone, unless that hiding figure was Philippe.

His movement made the approaching duo pause, and begin to move more cautiously forward. He couldn’t quite make them out, when he noticed that the hidden figure on the other side had moved, and he had lost sight of him. The alarm was ringing, in his mind, as he stood there, waiting to be attacked. It was stupid, but it was how he was feeling, as he felt the pain of his fingers digging into the palms of his hands. They were now balled up into fists, as he turned to stare at the approaching duo.

Troy felt his body stiffen, as he recognized the short squat man, as the football coach, and the younger man next to him, was Cory. He should have recognized his gait. Cory was one of those who made everything he did, seem effortless, as if he was floating on air. The way he could move in the pocket was something the entire team knew about, how he could sidestep a would be tackler, that no one thought he had even seen.

He breathed a sigh of relief, as the two came closer. Cory raised a hand, in acknowledgement of his presence, as if it was just a casual meeting. Troy felt his muscles relax a bit, and his hands unclenched from their combative position, as he saw the figure coming from the trees. It was Philippe, which he was glad to see, as he waited for him to cut across the open field.

The Coach spotted him, and gave a small nudge to Cory, bringing Philippe to his attention. Cory stopped, and waited, his face looking as it always did, but Troy could see how he watched Philippe move, with his eyes. Was he maybe checking him out, or was it simply the Quarterback in him, checking how his running back moved in the open field?

Looking himself, Troy couldn’t help but feel a bit of pride too. After all, there was nothing like seeing someone running towards you, that looked like Philippe did. The way his face was a bit drawn, from the exertion, at how his legs moved so quickly, and how the ground in front seemed to just, disappear, as he got closer and closer. How his chest seemed to be held inwards, how his arms moved so casually back and forth.

In his own right, Philippe was quite a specimen of male perfection. He was a true running back, and you could see how he moved as effortlessly in a running gait, as Cory had moved in his casual walking motion. There was nothing being wasted, as he literally seemed to just glide across the field, which made him tingle a bit. He had rarely seen him in such full flight before, as it wasn’t often that he had broken a play for a long gain.

Turning, he could see the Coach admiring his approach too, and he wondered, had they all missed what was now obvious? He also wondered, just what had Philippe told Cory, that suddenly the Coach was with him? Did he already spill the news that the running back and wide receiver were gay, or what?

As Philippe came up to their small circle, he wasn’t even puffing from the his quick dash across the open field. The Coach seemed impressed, as Philippe moved to stand next to Troy.

‘You need to do more of that in a game, son.’

Philippe had a look of surprise on his face, as he just nodded at the Coach, and managed to slip his hand into Troy’s. The feel of Philippe’s hand in his, felt good, and made him think that he had already told Cory about the two of them.

The Coach moved his gaze away from Philippe, though he noticed how he had grabbed hold of Troy’s hand.

‘How’s your back Troy? Feeling better?’

‘Yes Sir.’

‘Good, that was one hell of a hit you took, and I was surprised at how you held onto the ball, good work, but you know, that may be the least of your worries, don’t you?’

‘I suppose.’

‘Count on it, not much I can do, not sure even if Cory can do much either… you two certainly know how to make things interesting thought.’

He could feel Philippe’s hand tighten on his, as he spoke.

‘How’s that?’

Cory suddenly burst out laughing, and even the Coach seemed to be smiling, as he and Philippe, just stared at them both.

‘You ever had someone call you in the middle of the night, asking you how to stop a dick from bleeding, because some guy nearly bit it off?’

‘WHAT? I…’

‘Come on, you don’t think he was going to go home, and tell his parents? Tommy may not be the sharpest tack in the box, but he isn’t that stupid. He called Cory, who called me, and all I can say is, it was one for the books. My poor wife, when I told her where I was going so late at night and why, was, well, priceless.’

‘He told you? I mean… I didn’t… it was still bleeding?’

Troy glanced over at Philippe. The tone of his voice sounded like he was not just surprised, but was rather proud that his little act of vengeance had been so well executed. It also, seemed like maybe their fears were unfounded, but then, knowing Tommy, he couldn’t quite believe that.

‘Yes and it required a trip to the hospital, plus a tetanus shot.’

‘Huh? A tetanus shot? I don’t…’

‘Well it wasn’t like he could tell the Doctor what happened, so Cory came up with the excuse that he slammed his locker door on his dick, and it had two sharp edges. So, a tetanus shot to go with a few stitches.’


‘Yeah, oh by the way Cory, just how the hell did you come up with that one? Personal Experience?’

For the first time in knowing Cory, he saw his face drop and his eyes look anywhere, but at the Coach. Troy couldn’t believe what he was hearing, and yet, inside, he felt like maybe they really did have a chance.

To be continued…


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Making the Play

Part (10)

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

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Anointing of the Man Child (6)

Anointing of the Man Child

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (6)

Everything seemed so hushed, so quiet that it gave him a bit of the shakes. He knew that he was in a hospital, that there were people all around him, and Blake could even distinguish some of the words too. Like when someone had asked who was in there, meaning his cubicle, he had heard clearly the female voice mention the queer boy. Even here, he wasn’t free of the anger, the disdain, but he didn’t seem to think much about it. All he could think of was how Trent had looked. How they all looked, and that seemed to be enough.

The way they all seemed to act, when they had examined him, had prodded his bruised and battered body, was making him feel like he had never made it to the Frat House. The coldness, the blank stares as the two men in uniform stood while the Doctor examined him, and the female nurse took blood, all the time he was stretched out naked on the hard bed. Even his dorm room bed was softer, but he put up with it, too tired to protest.

All he could think of was how angry the voices sounded, how they laughed as they took their turns pissing on him, making him swallow it, making him be a part of their sickness. Every time he thought about it, he shivered, and it seemed like the images of that time would never leave. He felt terrified about what would next time bring, and he knew, deep inside, that there would be one.

He had no idea why, but he just knew it would happen again. Blake feared it, as he lay there, alone. His only contact was with the hospital staff, who after their initial exams, seemed to avoid him. There was the tall figure next to the closed curtain, who had to be a cop. You could tell by how he stood there, and how his shadow looked. It was eerie to see, because he could almost feel the man’s disgust at being there.

Not everyone was that way, least he didn’t think so. The one nurse who had come in after, who had covered his naked body with a sheet, when no one else had. How she had wiped his face, and given him some water to sip. She didn’t say much, but he had felt better, when she was there.

The pain in his body wasn’t so bad, but he was certain that was due to the drugs they had given him, but they just didn’t seem to totally dull the pain. Every time he moved, he could feel the pain in his chest, in his legs. His body ached, but it wasn’t like how it had been as he had made his way to the Frat House.

The curtain parted and there was the doctor. He was dressed in green and as he looked over at him, he could see his disdain, see his feelings as if he had shouted them out. The way his eyes would barely look at him, but concentrate on the clipboard in his hand. How he stood so erect, and distant. It was like he really didn’t want to get any closer, and the gloves.

Blake couldn’t help but notice how he had come in with them on, as did the other hospital staff. Only the one nurse that had covered him, hadn’t come in wearing them. It was like they were all afraid of touching him, of even being in the same room without their rubber protection. It made him feel so dirty, and he didn’t know why.

He could make out what was being said, barely, and he knew that he was lucky to have survived, but the way the man spoke to him, listing all that had been done to him, then telling him how lucky he was, even hinting that in some way he should be thankful they hadn’t done more. Worse, was how he made it sound like maybe he had simply exaggerated it a bit, that in some way he may have actually been a willing participant. The officer seemed to have a scowl, as he too looked at Blake with that sort of disbelief in his face, that implied they weren’t convinced he hadn’t done anything to provoke the attack. Hell the Doctor looked like he didn’t even believe it was an attack, as if he would go out and want people to kick him, to do all that to him.

While the drugs they had given him were dulling the pain, he still could feel their hatred, their anger at him. He didn’t understand, he hadn’t done anything, why did they hate him? What had he done to make them feel so afraid of him? It wasn’t like he had asked those guys to grab him, to beat him, to abuse him, yet they seemed to think he had. It made no sense, they didn’t know him, know what he was like or how he thought.

His mind kept going over it, wondering what he had done wrong. What had he said or done to anyone, that made them want to hurt him like they had? He didn’t even know who they were, which everyone seemed to not believe. If he knew, he would have told them, but the Policeman who questioned him, seemed to not believe it. He had kept asking who had he propositioned, who had he flirted with, as if he was some slut or something.

The man had made it sound like somehow he had been responsible. That maybe he had come on to someone he shouldn’t have, or pushed it when he had been told the person wasn’t queer. No one seemed to believe him, that he didn’t think anyone knew he was gay, other than at the Frat House. The Policeman even suggested if maybe it was one of them, who had maybe been rejected by him. Like any of them would do that, but laying there, he began to wonder, to question.

It wasn’t right, he knew that, still the doubts were all inside of him, still pressing on him while the Doctor said he could leave, but not to have sex till the scars inside healed. Like he hadn’t had that kind of sex yet, but the man seemed to think he was going to rush out to get butt fucked. It didn’t make sense, at how uncaring they seemed.

The way he had handed him the prescription for pain killers, how he held it at the tip, afraid that even the touch of his gloved hand to his bare fingers would give him some incurable disease. How his face looked as he told him that he could get dressed, as if wishing he could just shoo him out now.

It wasn’t easy either, as he wondered where he could go, if going back to the Dorm was even possible, given how his body felt, let alone whether it was safe to do so. The Policeman just stood there, like a rock really, and then as the Doctor had left, he had stepped outside too, as if unwilling to even breath the same air.

His whole body throbbed as he moved his feet to dangle over the bed, as he stared at the chair, with his dirty clothes. He could smell them, feeling the panic inside as he tried to think, tried to make sense out of it all. He had been attacked, and now was being told to go, to shuffle off with some pain pills. That was it, though the Cop had said something about going to the station the next day.

As he looked at his dirty clothes, the curtain moved and he glanced over to see Trent. His heart skipped a beat as his eyes searched Trent’s face, for the same signs of disgust he was becoming used to. Instead he saw concern, but more than that he saw he was holding some clothes.

Not sure they’ll fit, but it was the best I could get in such short notice. You okay?

I think so

Yeah, well they say you can leave.

Blake stared at Trent, who seemed to be shuffling from one foot to another. As of yet, he had barely looked at him, his head was hanging down, but for a brief instant, Blake could only think of how much he had wanted to be with him tonight, that it was somehow changed.

Uh huh, just…

Look, not sure what you want to do, but uh, well the guys at the House, they have a room made up for you, and if you want, I can hang around too. We have a car outside, and we can get some of your stuff from your dorm on the way, if you want, I mean, unless you…

No, no, that would be, I didn’t do anything Trent, honest, I tried to get away, they, there were too many of them…

He didn’t know why, but he felt like he had to say it, to convince Trent that it wasn’t his fault. He knew inside it wasn’t, but no one else seemed to believe him. It hurt, more than the pain from his bruised ribs, or from inside his buttocks. He needed Trent to believe him, at least have one person believe him.

Hey, no one is blaming you, come on man, you are the one who got shit kicked, why? They saying you set this all up?

I don’t know, I just, they, I don’t know, they gave me something for the pain, it’s hard to think, it is just… they really going to let me stay at the house?

Of course, if you want. I mean, you don’t want to go back to your dorm do you?

NO, no, I don’t know, no, I uh, Trent why?

Huh? Why what?

Why did they do this to me? What did I do?

Trent looked at him, and Blake could feel his eyes on him. The way he looked at him, but it was different than before. He couldn’t put his finger on it, be he felt it, felt the difference. It was as if maybe Trent did believe he had asked for it, that maybe he wasn’t so sure that he had been blameless. Before, he had seen how Trent stared at him, how he had checked him out, but now, now his eyes never seemed to go that far down. Blake felt himself shiver, as he looked over at Trent, feeling worse than when he had been kicked.

I don’t know Blake, I really don’t, but look, let’s get you to the Frat House, and well, we can try to figure it out later, here, put these on, and I’ll uh, I’ll wait outside. Holler when you are dressed, and I’ll help you out to the car.

Blake watched as Trent moved a step closer, and put the bundled up clothes next to him. He saw him glance up, saw the tears in his eyes, yet he felt a chill, as he reached out, to touch Trent’s hand. He felt him flinch, as Trent looked upwards at him.

You do believe me, don’t you?

He felt like the world was standing still, as he saw Trent take a deep breath, as his whole body seemed to gather itself up, as if bracing for being hit by a huge wave or something. Blake could see how his body tensed up, how the muscles seemed to tighten.

Course I do

Then why, why are you acting like, like I had made this happen, I thought, I mean after last night… I am sorry, the drugs, but I uh, oh shit Trent, I really did try…

No, no it isn’t your fault.

He didn’t know how or why, but he had to know. He felt so frightened, yet he couldn’t let it go, couldn’t stop from pushing Trent. What they had done, did it not mean anything to Trent? Had last night just been a sex thing, or had it meant something to Trent, as it had to him? Blake had to know, even if his words were slurred, even if it hurt to speak from the ache in his jaw. He had to know.

Then why? Why are you afraid to look at me? Please, I don’t need, I mean, this is hard enough, Trent, please, what did I do wrong?

You didn’t do nothing wrong, it isn’t your fault, it’s mine.

Yours? I don’t… I can’t, I mean shit, Trent I am so confused, how is, I mean…

Deep inside, he felt his body shudder. He could see the tears now, see them rolling down Trent’s face, as he spoke, as his whole body began to quake a bit. It was almost as if he was going to fall down, the way he couldn’t look at Blake, yet as he spoke, Blake realized that last night hadn’t been just about sex.

It’s my fault, I shouldn’t have taken you to the bushes, course I believe you, but how can, don’t you see Blake? I should have been more careful…

The pain was there, inside of him, yet as he listened to the haltingly spoken words, felt the agony in them, he couldn’t help but feel sad for Trent. In a way, it was as if Trent had been the one kicked, pissed on, not him, as he let his hand rest on Trent’s.

Help me get dressed, please?

Trent lifted his head up, and Blake could see the gratitude in the face, the way he lifted up an arm and wiped away the tears that were rolling down his face. He also felt a strange warmth growing between them.

You sure?


Leaving the Hospital and going back to the Frat House was filled with silence. There were three others with Trent, two he hadn’t seen before. They looked more like linebackers than anything, but their presence made things difficult. He didn’t know what to say, even after they made him sign a slew of papers before he could leave. Even the Police left before him, again telling him to call the station in the morning.

In some way, they all seemed in a hurry to get him to leave, then did what they could, to make it as difficult as possible. He was exhausted, as they pushed paper after paper towards him, not even letting him do it sitting. He could feel the anger too, from the guys with Trent. Specially the one who had been in charge last night. He was there, and for the first time, Blake noticed how his face would puff up when he was angry, how his eyes seemed to be glazed over with anger, as the Nurse kept handing him papers to sign.

Still, the ride back to the Frat House seemed even more ominous. The way they all talked in hushed voices, when they spoke. In some way, it was like they were afraid to speak normally as if it would upset him or something. It felt creepy, as he sat next to the Senior, whose name he couldn’t remember. Everything was still a bit hazy, as the drugs kept the pain at bay, but also made his mind go off on weird trips.

The way he would find himself staring out the side window, at the reflection of the three in back, Trent being one of them. He had saw how he kept watching him, his eyes constantly glued on him, as if he was afraid he would bolt out of the car. He felt uneasy, unsure what everyone was thinking, the way they would quickly glance away when eye contact was made. It was like they were ashamed of him.

Everything said seemed to have double meanings to him. He knew he was being paranoid, or least he hoped he was. The way one had said that they should have kept him in hospital overnight, made him think they really didn’t want him at the Frat House, or to be here with him. He still wasn’t sure why it took so many either.

Maybe Trent had needed others to be along, so he wouldn’t have to talk to him? That went through his mind several times, and then maybe the Senior was there, because he wanted to make sure Blake didn’t talk about the rituals at the Frat House?

When one of the big guys opened a window, he imagined it was because the guy couldn’t stand the smell of him in the car. He even tried to sniff himself, to see how badly he smelled, but moving was hard, and painful. His ribs were taped up, which made his breathing difficult, let alone move around.

Arriving at the Frat House was a relief, until the car moved up the driveway, and then sat there. Everyone seemed to be looking out, and then the driver honked the horn in three quick bursts. Lights sprung up almost immediately and he felt like he was in the centre ring of the circus.

A few more guys came out of the House, looking rather large too and for some reason he felt himself shrinking back into the seat. He didn’t know why, but it felt like they were coming for him, that maybe it was all a trap. How did he know they were Gay? He only had Trent’s word for it, and panic was starting to take hold, as he heard the back doors of the car open up. He flinched as the driver looked over at him.

It’s okay, we are just making sure no one is around, it’s cool Blake, you aren’t the first one to get blindsided on Campus.

I uh, I uh…

It’s okay Blake, you can trust them.

He managed to turn his head to see Trent looking at him, one hand lightly on Blake’s shoulder. The panic subsided as he nodded, feeling the pain in his chest at the same time. He winced, but managed a weak grin, as Trent got out and came over to his side of the car. Looking up at him, he saw him look around, then open the door, to help him out.

Blake found himself out of breath by the time he had made his way to the stairs. He glanced up at the long winding staircase of the old house, where the rooms were, and grimaced. He knew it was going to be a long haul, but he gripped the banister. A hand, looking like a huge ham, appeared on top of his. He felt its warmth as he turned to stare over at a huge giant of a guy.

Max and I, we’ll give you a lift up. No stairs for a bit.

He felt his body suddenly being hefted up like he was just a sack of feathers, and found himself suddenly being cradled. There were two of them, with a third coming up behind as they moved effortlessly up the stairs, with him.

Once at the top they didn’t even stop, but walked down the hall towards the end. They set him down on the big bed that felt so soft, he almost leaned back to let it comfort all of his body. Glancing up he thanked the two, who just muttered ‘no problem’ then left. He sat there, staring at the ornate room. Finally his eyes moved towards the door, where Trent stood.

It’s reserved for visiting alumni, in case you are wondering. The other rooms are two singles and there is a common bathroom, This one has its own, just through that door.

Thanks, It’s huge.

Yeah, look, uh, I can run the water for a bath, if you want? It’s got the full works.

I’d like that, not sure I can make it in, but I uh, I need to, you know…

There is a shower if you’d prefer?

I think I can manage that.

You can have a bath, I’ll help you if you want, I don’t mind, uh, I mean…

I’d like that, uh, will they let you? I mean, can you stay for a bit? I don’t think I want to be, to be alone.

As long as you want, uh, they uh, they are really good about all this, I mean, shit that doesn’t sound right.

I think I know what you mean, uh, this isn’t the first time, is it? Happening to uh, guys like me?

No, though they don’t, you know, they don’t talk about it, but uh, I uh, I’ll run that water and bring you a towel out. Okay?

Yeah sure, thanks.

Blake watched Trent as he walked into the bathroom. It was almost as if he couldn’t wait to get out of the room, yet at the same time he was staying, helping him. He didn’t know what to make of it all, just that somehow Trent was thinking it was all his fault, but that was stupid. If anyone was to blame, it was him. After all, no one just grabbed a stranger, and did what they did to him, without him having done something. Everyone at the Hospital thought that, they had to know, after all, they were the one’s who dealt with it. Even the Cops that showed up, seemed to think he had done something to provoke it, so they would know.

Thing was, he just didn’t know what he had done. He kept thinking of it, wondering who he had pissed off like that? It had to be someone in the dorm, but who? There were a couple who might fit the build of the guys, but he didn’t know them, hadn’t spoken to them, or even really seen them much. So it was a mystery, one that was tearing at him, inside.

It was scary too, because while it was all nice and safe here, what about tomorrow? Wasn’t like he was going to be allowed to stay here, plus he had classes to go to. How was he going to do that? Maybe he’d get a few days off, but he’d have to ask someone. Trent might know, but he didn’t want to ask him. Maybe he should think of just going home?

Then too, how would he explain that one to his parents? He couldn’t tell them what happened, and he suddenly grew paler, as he wondered if the Cops had already told them? What about the hospital? Were some of those papers he signed, giving them permission to call his family? Shit, that would get his mother in tears, and sure wouldn’t make it easy. And if he did decide to quit, what would his father say? He was one of those who believed a man had to take his lumps.

As his mind was conjuring up all the difficulties ahead, he had missed seeing Trent coming back. He flinched as Trent was suddenly there, in front of him. His whole body shook, as he stared up at him. A huge towel in one hand. He tried to smile, but his mind was still thinking about his parents, about how to tell them he wanted to come home.

Uh, sorry, didn’t mean to startle you.

It’s okay, guess I am jumpy.

I know, uh, want some help in uh, getting that stuff off?

Could you? My arms are… what about the bandages? Can I, I mean…

Yeah they said you could get them wet. Come on, I’ll uh, I’ll give you a hand, then you can lean on me. Not like I can carry you like Max and Gordie did.

He felt his chest ache a bit, as Trent moved in closer. He could smell his cologne, remembering how he had smelled it just the other night. It made him relax a bit, as he felt his borrowed clothes being taken off. Blake watched, in a sort of detached manner, as Trent carefully removed the shirt, then the pants. It was sort of sexy, actually, but he didn’t feel his dick rising to the moment, and he wondered, would it turn Trent off?

Did he even still want him? How much of what had been done did he know? Blake found himself trying to think, to remember if he had said anything about the details, or if Trent had heard him telling the Police? Did he tell them? He just couldn’t remember, things were still pretty foggy, and yet he could still feel the pain, the kicks.

You okay? I didn’t hurt you did I?

Blake suddenly realized that he must have flinched or something. There was a look of worry on Trent’s face, and he was leaning over, pulling the pant leg off, but had stopped when he had spoken.

No, no, sorry, guess I was just… no you didn’t hurt me.

You sure? I mean…

I am sure Trent.

He found himself leaning heavily on Trent, as they made their way to the bathroom. He found he was enjoying it, in a strange way. Maybe it was wrong, but he liked the way Trent smelled, the way he felt holding him. Still, he had this notion that it was wrong, that he shouldn’t be thinking of last night, or of his touch. It felt wrong, but another part of him seemed to crave it, to want it.

Getting into the tub was awkward, but finally Trent managed to get his legs over the side, and into the hot water. It felt so good, that he sighed. The way the hot water seemed to wrap itself around him, finding every sore spot, just making it all feel better. Maybe it was the drugs and the hot water, or maybe it was Trent being there, he wasn’t sure which, but that it all felt good.

Slowly he let the hot water work its magic. He let Trent shampoo his hair, and the smell of it made him relax even more. Or was it Trent’s touch? He was still feeling confused about that, about how much he wanted him, yet how it didn’t seem to get him showing it. In a sense, it was as if that part of him was still in shock, was still trying to forget what had happened.

In a sort of convoluted logic, he kept thinking that if he hadn’t been such a whore the night before, letting go of himself in front of everyone, in going to the bushes with Trent, that what happened earlier wouldn’t have. It was stupid, or was it? Obviously someone had seen him, or gotten wind of his secret, or tonight wouldn’t have occurred. Yet as much as he tried, he couldn’t think of anyone he had flirted with, or given the wrong idea too.

That simply wasn’t him, so it had to be someone who had seen him, who seen him go into the bushes with Trent? Did he talk in his sleep, had he blurted it out at night, and his dorm roommate hear him? Could it be Trent’s roommate? He didn’t know, which only made him think it had to be someone who saw them, who came upon them going into the woods. It was his fault, for giving in to his need to be with another guy.

It had all seemed so right then, but now, now he felt like maybe he had pushed it too far. Maybe it was a sign, a signal that was trying to warn him off, to make him change? Just as the Preacher had tried to do, so many years ago? Strange, here he was naked in a tub of water, and he couldn’t get it up, even with a hot guy next to him. It was like his mind was trying to ignore his thoughts, ignore how he felt about Trent.

Yet all night, he hadn’t been able to think of anything else, to think of what it would be like, to have Trent buried deep inside of him, to feel the pain or pleasure that being in Trent might give him. Now all he could think of, was how he had let his evil hurt himself. It had to be that, just as the Preacher had said, as so many said.

Blake sighed, as he let Trent help him stand up, as he looked down to see how limp he was. He felt like it had been the cause of it all, that his dick had gotten him into trouble. It didn’t make sense, but he couldn’t think of any other reason, other than that. He sighed, feeling the pain still, as if the bath hadn’t even been taken.

He might smell better, no longer from stale piss, or dirt or vomit. Yet inside, he felt like he could still smell it, still feel it over his body. Even looking at Trent didn’t seem to dispel the feeling, as he was dried off, and helped back to the bedroom. His legs felt heavier, his heart even heavier. The drugs might dull the physical pain, but they weren’t doing anything for his mind. He couldn’t stop thinking of it, even as he felt the cool sheets over his body. All he could think of was that somehow his sexual firsts had led to being punished.

I’ll be in that chair, so uh, just holler if you need anything during the night, okay?

Blake managed to smile at Trent, but he could clearly see his worry, and his guilt. What he had to feel guilty about he still didn’t understand, besides he knew it hadn’t been Trent’s fault.


He saw how Trent made himself appear comfortable in the chair. He had a blanket over him, and he put his feet up on a stool. Turning his head away, he closed his eyes, hoping that sleep would overtake him, that it would end the constant pulsing of his mind. Blake felt the tiredness, felt the dull ache as he settled into the soft mattress, wondering what it would have been like if he hadn’t been given his signal, his sign? Would he have gone all the way with Trent?

Blake felt himself drifting up, with thoughts of what it might have been like, if he hadn’t screwed up so badly. Maybe that was it, maybe he had somehow signalled others, so as to not meet Trent later? Did he maybe try to get out of his planned tryst by flirting with someone? It could be, though he couldn’t think of how, or when, or even with whom. It was just a mystery to him, as the sleep came.

As part of his mind tried to figure it all out, to find out who he had maybe pissed off, the other part of his mind was dredging it all back up. He could feel the hands reaching for him, feel them dragging him back into the darkness of the woods. He felt his heart pounding, felt himself screaming for help, until the blow came. He could hear the hate in the voice telling him to shut up. It all was there, as if it was still happening. The boots to the side, the stream of piss splashing against his lips, down his throat.

Blake could feel himself gagging, as they took turns. He could taste it, feel the ache in his stomach too. It was like it was happening, as he tried to stop it, as he struggles to scream out NO, but his words were drowned out by the hot stream of pee. It was his fault, but how? How did he let them know he was Gay, and why didn’t he fight harder? Maybe he could have gotten away if he had only tried harder.

The words of hate were changing, he could hear them, calling to him. He cried out, feeling the pain, feeling the terror that had taken hold of him then. How his whole body had shook, as the one brought out the pole. He could hear himself begging, pleasing for him to not use it, but even as he cried out, he felt the hands on his shoulders, holding him down, keeping him from fleeing.

The voice wasn’t the same. His mind suddenly wrenched him back to the moment, to the present. It wasn’t any of their voices, nor were it their hands holding him down, as realization slowly came to him. He wasn’t in the bushes now, but safe in a big comfortable bed. He could hear the voice clearer, knowing it wasn’t from them.

It’s okay Blake, come on wake up, it’s okay, it isn’t your fault, you are safe now, come on, wake up.

There was a small light on, next to his face, as he let his eyes adjust to it. His body was shaking, and he felt like he was bathed in cold water. He felt the chill, as he realized that it was Trent holding his shoulders. He felt suddenly exhausted, as his body sunk into the bed. It all came back to him, in a flood of emotion.

it is, I know it, why else, why else would they have grabbed me, and done all those things to me? It is, it really is my fault.


How do you know? You weren’t there.

I didn’t have to be there, to know what you are feeling, to know how scared you were, and are.

You couldn’t know, no one could who hasn’t been.. I am sorry, you mean well, but it’s my fault, I should never have… never have given in to my own selfish needs. It is my fault.

I do know how it feels, it doesn’t change.

What’s that supposed to mean? You were… I mean, were you? but when, here?

No, no, not here, but uh, I know.

How? How do you know?

Because, uh, well, I do.

That isn’t good enough Trent, sorry, but, uh, this is, this isn’t going to just go away, I so uh, I just…

You just want me to go, because you don’t think you can ever have sex again, right?

How? How do you know that?

Blake felt the strain in the room. The small light flickered a second or two, as if to heighten the tension he was feeling. The way Trent’s face looked so drawn, so haggard. It was hard to look at, yet he couldn’t pull his eyes away from him.

It happened to me a long time ago, so I know, oh God, do I know.

Trent let go of Blake’s shoulders, and stood up, staring down at him. Then he moved back towards the chair he had been sitting in, and reached out to turn the small light off. Blake could see his darker shadow in the room, and he waited, feeling like there was a lot more to come.

Better told in the dark, don’t you think?

The voice was riddled with pain, as he watched Trent move, and then come back towards the bed. He could feel him looking down at him, then slowly sit down on the side of the bed. Blake felt the mattress sag, as he also felt Trent’s body next to his. Then a hand came out, and his body flinched, as the back of Trent’s hand moved across his cheek.

He heard the deep sigh, felt the bed shake a bit too, as the hand moved along his face several times. Blake didn’t move, as he waited for Trent to explain. His chest hurt, as he tried to comprehend what had been said. If Trent had been attacked as well, he might know how to fight the feelings he was. He had gotten over it, or seemed to have, after all last night he had certainly seemed to have no problem, not like Blake was feeling now.


Anointing of the Man Child (2)

Anointing of the Man Child

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (2)

Blake turned his face away, as he stared at the Senior, who was still looking a bit in shock, from the result of Brian’s effort. Zero rang out from the Senior behind Brian, and the Senior in charge, made note of it in a rather subdued voice. He also reminded everyone, points went to those who could shoot their jizz the farthest. It was rather strange to think about, but as he waited for the signal to begin, he felt like maybe, just maybe, he had a chance at doing okay. It would be nice, to be the envy for something.

He felt nervous, as he quickly looked over at the others. He noticed how Trent had his eyes wide open, how his lips were shut tight. In all honesty, the guy looked hot that way and it made him shake a bit. All these new feelings, these thoughts, were strange to him.

Sure, he had gotten aroused by seeing other guys. He had even dreamed of a few, like his High School friends. There had been Jesse, the basketball player. The way he would go to the games, not because he liked the game, but to see Jesse running around the court, in those shorts. It would make Blake think of all sorts of things, specially when he would get back home.

Funny, he never talked to Jesse at school, only in his fantasies. How he would somehow bump into him in the hallway, and a conversation would ensue, that would lead to sex. How he imagined Jesse had a big dick, how he would be duly impressed, as he would get on his knees to worship it.

And now here he was, among 20 other guys, about to jack off, when he couldn’t even muster a ‘hello’ when passing Jesse in the hallways. Strange how things could suddenly change, as he stared past Trent, to the other three. They all seemed to be bored, sort of. He thought it was simply an act, a way for them to try and bluff past it all, or did everyone but him have experiences with jerking off in front of other guys?

He had seen a few photographs of guys doing that, in his magazines, so maybe it was common. Yet he rather doubted it, as he saw how Trent was so intent on looking everywhere, but down at his own dick. The way the others seemed to be looking everywhere, but at their dicks. Blake looked down, to see his fully aroused dick, to see the skin tight and to feel the ache in his balls.

Odd, he hadn’t been thinking of any one guy, yet here he was, totally hard. It was almost like his dick had a will of its own, that it worked on its own thoughts, independent of what he wanted. He felt a small smile, as he realized that he really could stand a chance here. The scores had been rather low, and those who he had expected to really amaze, had fizzled. Well, Brian hadn’t fizzled, but it was obvious, he wasn’t a shooter, but a gusher.

Funny, he was a damn rookie, hell a rookie was ahead of the game, compared to him. Yet he actually had the strange notion that he could win, that maybe he had a chance, but then maybe it was simply wishful thinking. After all, no one really figured on him lasting. According the chart in the entrance way to the house, they listed the odds on the new members, of who were favourites, who were long shots. He had been saddened to find his name, listed at 200 to 1 of being likely to make it.

Then too, he did wonder at how he even got selected to get an invitation to join. Maybe it had been a mix up? They had meant it to go to someone else named Blake Mason? He had rather suspected that, right up until he had showed up for the orientation meeting. Still, who had put his name forward, who had arranged for him to make even that list, of the 20?

From what he had heard, this was a rather exclusive club. You weren’t just randomly picked out, and given a chance, or maybe in his case, it had been just that? Maybe for the sake of some twisted logic, they had elected to let one of the real non desirables have a go? It could be that, still here he was now, thinking he could do it.

As he watched his fellow new members, as the memory of that first test continued to play over and over in his mind, he couldn’t help but feel elated, pleased with himself. He had to admit too, he had surprised even himself on that first test.

To have stripped, to have had someone touch his dick for a measure, then to jerk off in front of everyone else. That just wasn’t something he had ever thought possible. To think, two weeks ago he had never once had any kind of sexual experiences with another person, and now here he was, no longer a virgin, in any sense of the word. It had all started by jacking off.

The leader of that first test had stood in front of them. They were the last five to compete, and so far, the title was up for grabs, or so he said. In the back of Blake’s mind, he rather thought that he knew exactly who would be cut, who wouldn’t, on this first night of endurance.

At first he had expected the usual type of stuff, associated with initiations. The wearing of outlandish costumes, of wigs and stuff, then having to parade around campus dressed that way. Yet, this was not what he had envisioned for a beginning test. As he listened to the rules being explained again, he couldn’t help but feel an urge to just tell the guy to shut up and let them get on with it.

How odd, he thought as he looked back down at his cock, at how it seemed to waver a bit, as if it too was anxious. Then too, he hadn’t had his usual time alone lately. One of the major disadvantages of college life, was the total lack of privacy. And Blake needed his privacy, or so he believed, though looking around, he wondered why he had make such an issue about it.

Blake felt the small tremor inside, as he realized that so many of his preconceived notions were biting the dust, all in one swell swoop. Like he never believed he could be naked with a stiffy, in front of others, yet here he was, kneeling and totally naked, with a hard on, and over 20 guys were all watching.

Then too his whole concept of being less equipped than others, but to his amazement he was a bit above average, in that department. His idea that he couldn’t get hard in front of others was long dispelled. As the signal was given to begin, he also realized that he did care, that he did want to show them all. He wanted to make that ‘200 to 1’ rating given him a huge mistake. Somehow, he wanted to show them all, as he reached up and spat on his fingers, while the others were already stroking their dicks.

He let himself wander off, closing his eyes, as he began to do what he could do best, dream. Blake felt the liquid around his cock head, as he gently spread it over the head of his cock, then down his shaft. He could feel it tremble to his touch as he felt his hand come down to his groin, where he let his fingers slowly wrap around the base of his cock.

He sighed, felt his body lean back a bit, his upper body leaning forward, as he got comfortable, just like he would do in his own bedroom back home. The floor was a lot harder, but he ignored it as he began to think of Brian, the guy with the huge dick. It was a knack of his, to think of what might be, rather than what had been. After all, you didn’t remain a damn virgin till you were eighteen by having experiences.

With the eyes shut tight, he began to slowly move his hand up and down his dick, his tongue licking at the lower lip, then he let himself go. He started to see Brian’s huge cock in front of his face, to see the veins that wrapped around the amazingly long pole. Once more he licked his lips, as his hand began the steady motion of up and down, stroking the hot pole.

He wondered what that white spot was on the cock before his eyes, knowing it was some pre cum. Licking at it, he felt its raunchy taste penetrate his senses, make his body ache a bit more, as he would reach out with his hand, to lightly run his finger down the stiff pole. Blake could feel it tremble to his touch, feel it shiver, as he slowly would move his hand down and then around Brian’s big cock.

In the back of his mind, he felt a strange pressure on his head, but it only added to his dream. It was Brian’s hands reaching for him, wanting him to stop teasing him, to do more than just let the fingers trace the various patterns of the veins. He could feel his desire too, see it in the shorter guy’s eyes. In his mind, he heard himself sighing, heard his own voice moan softly as he opened his mouth.

His lips were apart, as he leaned forward, as his tongue shot out, to taste that second drop of precum that was now oozing from Brian’s dick. He let the tongue lick it, swallow the cum, but not pull back. Instead, he let his tongue circle the head, then move across the head, to the ridge of the cap, to let the tongue lick slowly just underneath that ridge.

He could feel the pressure increase on his head, knowing it wasn’t Brian, but thinking it was. He ignored everything else, the heavy breathing from beside him, from above him, as he concentrated on the dream, on the fantasy that Brian was begging him to take it, was forcing it to him, as he held back. Blake felt his body shudder, as he finally opened his mouth wide enough, and that suddenly he could taste the salt coated flesh as it pushed past his teeth, to bang up against his throat.

It was hard, making his jaw stretch, making him nearly retch, as the huge dick was stuffed into his mouth. He heard himself cry out, a sort of muffled cry, as his hands reached out to grasp at Brian’s thighs. He could feel the skin give to his pressure, feel the bone being touched by his finger tips, as he tried to hold the hips away, to regulate the pushing.

His hand was moving faster along is cock, as he thought about how Brian would be moaning, how pale his face would be getting, as he took that monster dick, as his throat muscles finally listened, and relaxed enough for him to let the huge pole slide even deeper into his throat. Blake could hear himself choking, hear himself panting, as he strove to control every muscle in his throat.

As he felt the excitement rising, he could feel the hard banging of the cock against his throat, feel it pressing past his larynx, as he let his tongue try to lick at it. He could feel the beat of Brian’s heart from the pulse of the thick veins that coated the huge pole in his mouth.

It was hard to breath, as the huge cock filled his windpipe. With his chest heaving, he could feel his hand stroking his cock. The heat was intense, and the ache in his groin was replaced by a strange ache between his buttocks. The sounds were muted, as if in a distance, as he could see Brian’s cock being pulled out and forced back in, in a rising pace. He could see the eyes flicker, see the glaze come over them, as they fluttered, then closed.

Strange, but he knew it would be seconds, and he felt his muscles tighten around the cock in his mouth, felt his hand tighten around his own cock, in a choking grip that hurt, which he ignored. All he could think of was that image of that hard pole being pounded into his face. The press of Brian’s hands on his head, the way he smelled too.

Blake breathed in deeply, smelling that scent, that aroma that was new to him. It was cum, but for the first time, it wasn’t his cum that he smelled. He breathed it in deeply, feeling the cock jerk, feeling it actually thicken even more, as he let his head move in time with each thrust of Brian’s hips. He felt it as his whole body was nearing the tipping point, that magical point when he couldn’t control himself.

It was the one perk he had missed, and now here he was, having that special moment in front of over 20 strangers. Sure, they had introduced themselves, but that was as far as it went. Right now though, all he could think of was that moment when Brian fell backwards, when his short upper torso was stretched back over his haunches, as his big dick quivered, just before it let go.

He felt his own body shaking, felt the ache in his balls suddenly explode. Blake clenched his eyes tighter, squeezing them even more, as he tried to hold back the roaring waves of his juice. He could feel the cock tremble, feel it shaking in his hand, that now flew up and down the pole in a maddening frenzy. He could feel the ache inside grow, feel it make every muscle in his body suddenly go taut. It all registered, yet didn’t. All he could see was that huge cock head, see the coming gusher of cream.

Biting his lower lip, Blake tasted blood, as he saw the replay of Brian’s moment of glory again, though in slow motion. He saw the slit widen, saw the coming stream of grey white liquid moving up from within the tube of the penis. His eyes narrowed even more, as if gifted with x-ray vision. Every little detail was there, as he felt the burning pain in his lungs, then felt the excitement of seeing that moving white cream start to spill out.

With absolute clarity, he could see the tiny nerves popping all around the cock head, as they were coated by the sticky white substance, as Brian’s cum made its way to freedom. He watched the skin tighten, watched it change to various shades of purple and red. He could feel its heat too, see the cum begin to fill the air between Brian’s closed fingers.

As he watched, he felt his own body shake, felt his own body begin to pour its precious liquid out. His hand ached, the muscles in his shoulder were in agony, as his body surrendered to the vision of Brian jacking off. How the tiny white lines formed around his mouth, how the veins on his forehead pulsed, then lightened in color, as the blood drained to the huge cock. He could see it all again, as his whole body exploded.

There was a gasp from just above him, another from nearby, as he felt his cum pass through his fingers, and make their way forward. He felt the way his body didn’t lean backwards, but shot forwards. Every nerve in his body was screaming, as he felt dizzy. He knew that he had cum, that his daydream of Brian was coming to an end. He hated that part of it, but end it had to, but maybe he would find other things to contemplate, next time.

Still, he couldn’t believe that he had just done what he had. His body was still shaking, as his eyes opened then closed quickly. The light was glaring, but finally he managed to adjust to it. Blake felt himself leaning back, felt the goo between his fingers, as he slowly returned from his fantasy.

Looking off to the right, he could see Brian was staring at him, that his mouth was ajar a bit, and as he felt his heart pounding, Blake noticed that everyone was looking at him. He felt a self conscious, as he tried to collect himself. Everything still was a blur, as he felt the pain in his lungs.

As the beat of his heart slowed, as the thundering in his ears began to subside, he could sense the strange stillness in the room, as his eyes began to grow more accustomed to the light. His breathing was still a bit labored, as he slowly sat back upright, and he looked around.

Something was different, as everyone seemed to be staring at him. He felt very self conscious, felt his dick shrink even quicker, as he also placed a hand over it, to try and hide. He couldn’t quite figure it out.


Blake glanced up to see the head of the group talking to him, and all he could do was sort of mumble a thank you, though he had no idea what the guy had been talking about. Yet somehow he felt different, as he looked around, and saw a strange glint in the eyes that were looking at him. It was as if they were in awe of him, and he couldn’t quite figure it out, as he slowly relaxed his sore muscles.

As the members all gathered around each other, to compare notes, Trent leaned over and whispered to him. His voice showed his amazement.

Man, you always shoot that far?

Huh? I don’t uh, how far did it go? I uh…

You kidding? Didn’t you hear?


Shit, your spunk hit the far wall man, like major footage.


Shit yeah, unreal dude, that was some display, and it sure as hell wasn’t some thin little gob either.

He couldn’t help but feel pleased with himself, and before he could carry on the conversation, the members all broke up and came forward. They were all looking at him, as they announced the winners. Trent had gotten fourth place in the distance event, and he had taken first. It was a surprise, as he noticed how the others all seemed to look at him,

They were told to get dressed, and as they were standing up, they were also told that the first cuts were decided. He felt suddenly tense. One name was quickly read off, and then they were free to head off. It was a relief, as he realized that he had made the first cut. As he pulled his pants up, a few of the others passed by, stopping to shake his hand, which was unusual.

Brian even came by, telling him he wished he could shoot like him. He was at a loss for words, as he shook the guy’s hand, feeling a bit guilty. He wondered if he would still be thanking him if he knew that Blake had been thinking of him and his giant dick when he had cum? Hell, he wondered if he would have made it this far, if they had known about him?

The slap on the back startled him, as he turned around to see Trent there, grinning at him. He didn’t know why, but he was attracted to the shaggy haired guy. The guy was certainly good looking, and seemed rather at ease with everything. He hadn’t seemed as nervous as the others were, when they were all told to strip.

Wanna grab a cup of coffee at the student lounge?

Uh, I don’t know, I guess.

Cool, I gotta find out how you do it man, that was one hell of a shocker.


Way you shot your load dude, you serious? You black out or something when you cum?

I guess, I just, ya know, get lost into what I was thinking of.

Wish I could zone out that way, at times.

Blake felt nervous, as they left the fraternity house, and made their way down the dimly lit walkway, towards the main square of the Campus. Getting closer, the lighting grew brighter, which almost made it seem like daylight. He didn’t understand why it was so brilliantly lit, until Trent mentioned how there had been a few attacks on some of the girls, and the College had beefed up the lighting.

As they made their way along the Quad, he couldn’t help but notice that only the path going towards the Frat House were still barely lit, while all the other paths were like miniature beacons.

All the way to the big flat building, he couldn’t help but notice how Trent kept looking around, his eyes always darting around. It was as if he didn’t want anyone to see him with Blake, or something like that. He didn’t quite understand it, unsure why Trent seemed so nervous, so cautious.

For the most part they exchanged small talk. It was a bit stilted, which made him feel a bit nervous himself. The constant checking, looking over the shoulder had him feeling uncomfortable. He couldn’t put his finger on it, wasn’t even sure he wanted to know what was making Trent act that way.

Maybe he didn’t want any of the others to see them together? Maybe Trent knew his secret, or had guessed at it, and didn’t want to get tagged with being one himself? It was perhaps Blake’s greatest fear, of being outed. Still, he didn’t think he had really given anyone a hint, let alone make it obvious. Still the way Trent kept searching everywhere, was making him worry.

As they approached the entrance to the well lit Student Union building, he could feel Trent’s nervousness increase. It was like he was dreading walking into the place, with him. He couldn’t quite understand it, after all it wasn’t like he had suggested they come here. Getting close, Trent stopped, staring around at everyone that was milling around on the Quad.

Something wrong?

His voice seemed to startle Trent, who jumped a bit, then he got this sort of lazy grin over his face, as he stared down at his feet, then glanced upwards at Blake. The way he looked made Blake quiver a bit, as he found himself being attracted to the shaggy haired guy.

How can you be so cool? Doesn’t it bother you?

Huh? What? I mean, I don’t uh…

Trent stared at him, his mouth open a bit. Yet all Blake could think about was how those lips looked so inviting, and wondered what it would be like, to actually press his own on them. Strange, he had thoughts of guys before, but never as powerful as what he was feeling right now.

You don’t feel it?

Feel what?

Afraid, I mean I know they say its safe, but then you didn’t see any bright lights along the path to the House, did you? Only along the other paths, to the other Houses.

So? I mean, maybe they ran out of money, or they haven’t gotten to it yet, I don’t uh…

He trembled a bit, as Trent stared at him. His eyes were wide open and he shook his head. It seemed like he was missing something, and that somehow he should know what Trent was talking about. Still, he didn’t quite understand, why he was so nervous, why he expected him to be, as well.

Shit, you really don’t know, do you?

Know what?

Christ, I thought… I mean, uh, fuck, uh maybe we should just, you really don’t know?

It all felt odd. The way Trent was talking, in such amazement. What was he missing? He couldn’t figure it out, but he felt suddenly on edge, as the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. Something was wrong, but he didn’t get it. He hadn’t a clue.

What? What am I supposed to know?

The Frat

What about it?

Shit, uh, I thought you knew man, unless you uh, shit, you had to know, they wouldn’t invite you otherwise, you have to, fuck…

Blake trembled a little. His leg quivered, and inside he felt a strange dread. It had been odd, to be invited, when he didn’t even know anything about the Fraternity. Just that he had been so swept up as being asked, he never really thought much about the Fraternity itself. For a moment he wondered if somehow they knew about his secret, and it was all a way to out him.

Please, I don’t have a clue what you are talking about, I mean, if I screwed up or something, wish you would tell me.

You screwed up? Uh, you really don’t get it. Man, I thought… The Frat House, dude its only for uh, for guys like us.

Huh? Like us? I don’t…

Shit, you really don’t get it, man it is for us fags, queers, fudge packers, whatever term you want, no breeders allowed.

No, no way man.

Fuck, like I’d make that up? I thought you… I mean you are, aren’t you?

He stood there, like a statue, as he tried to make sense out of what Trent had said. How could it be true? Worse, should he answer him, and how? Should he pretend he wasn’t, or at least try? It was obvious, someone had known, or guessed. Was Trent out to trap him, to get him to admit to being gay, then scream it out, to out him?


On The Run (2)

On The Run

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (2)

His heart was pounding, as he heard the words echo, panic seized his body as he felt his legs quiver, felt the tremors running up and down. Sweat was beading up on his forehead, despite the chilled night air, as he felt trapped. Then slowly realization came to him, as the voice wasn’t unfamiliar.

TJ swallowed, knowing he was trapped. There was no way out, and as the moon glittered through the window, he caught the glint of cold steel in the person’s lap, that he knew would cut him in two if he dared try to get out. His whole body seemed to sag, as the cold in his legs matched the cold in his heart.

How the fuck had he known?

You don’t look happy? Here, wrap this around, then very slowly, and I do mean slowly, you get that fire going, remember, I won’t hesitate to use this.

He tossed an old blanket at him as he spoke, and he raised the barrel of the shotgun, as he made his point. TJ knew that the son of a bitch meant it too, he’d shoot without a second’s hesitation. He wrapped the blanket around his trembling shoulders and moving carefully, made his way to the fireplace.

Wood and kindling was already laid, as his heart realized he had been expected. Feeling totally dejected, he couldn’t figure out how, as he himself hadn’t known he’d be coming this way, so how the hell did Bobby Rae? It wasn’t like he was the sharpest Deputy to wear a badge, yet there he sat, watching him with the barrel of that shotgun, always dead centre on his every movement.

How’d you know I’d be coming this way?

Didn’t, not for sure, Old Roy, now he figured you’d double back, them suits from the city, well, they thought you were scampering straight down to Mexicale, but old Roy, he knew better.


He glanced over at Bobby Rae, and saw the gleam of his teeth as the fire flickered into life. TJ should have known Old Roy would be on top of things. The guy was a legend in his own way, and maybe it was why there wasn’t much crime around his parish. The guy knew his business, that was for sure. Still, it pissed him off, realizing that he had been out foxed by a beer bellied old man. His daddy wouldn’t be impressed.

As the fire began to roar into life, fuelled by the dry timbers in the pit, he leaned back on his haunches, wrapping the blanket a bit tighter. He was feeling the cold, the dampness but the flames flickering in front seemed to soothe the ache inside. He was mad at himself, knowing he had not thought his escape out, knowing that he had walked right into Old Roy’s trap.

Get your britches off, hang ‘em on either side. No way do I want you coming down with anything, it’s a long walk back to the truck & I’ll be damned if I’ll carry you there.

He turned to stare at Bobby Rae, who stared right back at him. In a strange way, the words sounded hollow, like as if he believed Bobby Rae gave a damn about him. If he got sick, he would still make him walk to the truck. Still, the dampness was chilling him to the bone.

TJ tossed the blanket off, glaring a little at Bobby Rae and at the shotgun. He kicked off his boots, and put them on the small ledge off to the side, so they too would dry out. His socks hung over the top and he began to get his clothes off.

It felt a bit strange, as he could feel Bobby Rae watching his every move. He didn’t really think much about it as he tossed his shirt off, then found a way to drape it over the side of the fireplace. The crackling flames warming his bare chest a bit. He had to admit, it felt good, as he bent over, while pushing his pants down.

As he pushed the pants down, his butt twitched a little, remembering Sheriff Roy’s most recent punishment. The scars were healed, more or less, but inside he still seethed at Bobby Rae, at how he had seemed to enjoy watching the old hickory switch whack his cheeks. How he had been so annoyed that TJ hadn’t cried out, and now there he was, once more enjoying his discomfort.

Enjoying the view?

The instant he had said it, he knew he would regret it. It didn’t pay to taunt Bobby Rae, but shit, he was cold, hungry, and tired. Worse, he was caught and he still didn’t have a clue as to what it was he was supposed to have done.

Watch your mouth boy, or I’ll show how I’d punish you, if I was in charge.

Yeah? Well, you aren’t, now are you Bobby Rae?

He turned around to stare directly at the deputy, forgetting his nudity for the moment. Fact was, he was rather tired of the whole thing. TJ just wanted to get it over with, and if that meant a few blows to the head, or whatever Bobby Rae had in mind, well, it suited him fine.

I am right now. boy, maybe I should teach you a thing or two, wipe that smirk off your face.

Go for it… if you dare

TJ knew he was playing with fire. While he had never run into Bobby Rae during one of his rages, he was still well known around for them. Some said he got a lot of pleasure out of seeing others squirm, out of hollering for their mommies, while he administered his brand of Justice. Yet, somehow he just didn’t think Bobby Rae could have enough nastiness in him, to make him cry out.

Right, so you can whine to some fancy pants lawyer later? I ain’t stupid boy.

Like I can afford one of them? Besides, I don’t rat out people, even your kind.

He felt the warmth behind his back, felt the beat of his heart, and the ache in his chest as he used his ‘pity’ voice on Bobby Rae. In for a pound, in for it all, he thought as he waited for the Deputy to jump up and whack him one across the jaw, but as he waited, fists clenched, all he could see was the eyes glaring at him, the barrel of the shotgun slightly off to the side. Bobby Rae didn’t come lunging out at him, which added to his fear.

I’ll give you that TJ, you don’t rat folks out. Still, you got a mouth on ya boy.

Like I said, go for it… if you dare.

So you can make a try to get away? I don’t think so.

Right, I am gonna what, let you ‘punish me’ then somehow overpower you and take off outside in my birthday suit? I ain’t dumb, Bobby Rae, besides I can’t outrun no shotgun.

No, you ain’t dumb, but you are calculating son of a bitch, that’s for sure.

TJ felt his chest heave a bit, as he stared at Bobby Rae. It wasn’t like he hated the guy, just his damn attitude. He had been one of those High School football heroes, that just didn’t get much further than that. For a brief time, he was a something in the community, now at 24, he was Sheriff Roy’s deputy, but not what you would call the talk of the town. Least not for being a Deputy.

He knew he was pushing it, which was being stupid. No, he wasn’t going to try for a run, least not in the nude. But if he could overpower Bobby Rae, grab the gun, he could get dressed, and make his way out of there. No way would Bobby Rae do more than follow him for a bit, nor would he even report it to Old Roy either.

Bobby Rae was right, he was a calculating son of a bitch. He knew that if he could get the gun, get away, that Bobby Rae wouldn’t even report it. Doing so, he’d have to explain to Old Roy how it all happened, and it would get around too. That simply wouldn’t be what Bobby Rae would want. He did have a rather inflated idea of his position in the town’s pecking order.

Looking at him, with a sort of ‘I dare you’ look, he was sizing up the guy. For 24 and being noted for enjoying his beer, the guy wasn’t all that out of shape. His body wasn’t going to fat yet, certainly not like Sheriff Roy. The guy could still give a good account of himself in a brawl, and he did have a longer reach than TJ. Still, if he could surprise him enough, just long enough to grab the shotgun, well, he wouldn’t need more.

Yet, as he looked at the Deputy, saw how his eyes stared back at him, how his hand lay across the gun, so casual like, he knew Bobby Rae was waiting for him to make a move. How the fingers were spread out, how his legs were spread apart, so as to leap forward, and lunge, were just too convenient. Old Roy may have outfoxed him, but no way would he fall for Bobby Rae’s attempt to.

Even as he realized he didn’t have a chance now, he held his breath for a minute, as he saw a fleeting glitter in Bobby Rae’s eyes. For just a moment there was a flash that he recognized, that he knew he couldn’t be seeing. It was the same sort of flicker he had seen in other guys, who looked at him, like Ron.

He shook his head, thinking that the lack of having eaten anything the last few days was effecting his vision. He rubbed his eyes, as if to freshen them up but as he stared at Bobby Rae, he also noticed how his lower lip was curled up, in a sort of appreciative grin. It couldn’t be, that the fag hater himself was queer? That would be too much, even for him, but as he stared back at him, he noticed how Bobby Rae held himself.

The signs were there, or appeared to be. As he stood there, naked, he couldn’t help but feel a bit aroused. A red flush was growing across his face, as he knew his dick was jerking a bit, and he couldn’t help but notice how Bobby Rae’s eyes would immediately dart down to look. It really couldn’t be, but the signs didn’t lie. His father told him that, but in a totally different context.

Yet how could Bobby Rae be gay? He was the biggest anti-gay guy in town, next to the Preacher and old man Jenkins. So how could he be family? That was how Rick called fellow gays, family, and in some ways they all were, least those he had met and been with. Still, there was no denying that look, that sort of glazed ‘I want you’ type glare, that he had seen before.

You looking rather proud of yourself.


Standing there, with that grin on your face, your privates hanging out. That why you took that beating? So you could get Rick and Ron to show their appreciation?

He sort of took a step back, as he felt the words hitting home. How the fuck did Bobby Rae know about Rick and Ron and him? Worse, how did he know he had protected them? No one knew that Ron had been the one, so how did dick head Bobby Rae know?

Don’t know what you talking about Deputy

Don’t pull that innocent bullshit on me, you know damn well what I am talking about, now don’t you?

’fraid not

Don’t you get that way with me, or so help me, you’ll regret it a lot more than when you pulled it on Old Roy. We ain’t stupid, we know you was protecting one of them, either Rick or Ron.

By ‘we’ I guess you mean Sheriff Roy?

Why he had felt the need to taunt Bobby Rae wasn’t too clear in his mind, but he just couldn’t help himself. Yet even as the words left his mouth, he didn’t expect the response he got.

Bobby Rae was on his feet in less than a second, and standing up close right in his face. The barrel of the shotgun was poking him hard into the belly, as he stared into the angry looking face of the Deputy. He had never seen him so mad, yet at the same time his closeness seemed to excite him. He could feel his dick growing, and it seemed like Bobby Rae could do, as he got a nasty looking sneer across his face.

You like being close to a real man, sissy boy?

When I get close to one, I’ll let you know.

It was stupid, as he felt the hand strike his face, making his head snap to one side, and forcing him to step back a step or two. Well he had asked for it, but he knew it wasn’t going to end with just a slap. As he lifted his head up, and tasted the trickle of blood at the corner of his mouth, he couldn’t help but tremble a bit. The shotgun was poking at his chest, and he saw how the fingers were so taut as the rested on the trigger.

For a moment he thought Bobby Rae was over the edge, that he had pushed just too far. His chest ached, as the cold metal pressed inwards, as the sneer grew more pronounced.

I’ll show you what a real man is sissy boy, turn around, and grab your ankles boy. DO IT

The sharp command made him flinch. Spittle from Bobby Rae splattered across his face as he glared, then TJ slowly turned his body around, to face the fire. He shook a little, as he reached down, to grab hold of his ankles. TJ had no idea what would come next, as he could hear the heavy breathing of the Deputy, feel the gun against the small of his back. TJ shivered as the barrel of the gun moved down the small of back.

He felt it slide against the crack between his buttocks, felt it being wedged between his cheeks, and slid further down. The sensation was scary, and he could feel the blast of heat from the fireplace in front, but it was the barrel sliding between his cheeks that had him sweating. Had he pushed Bobby Rae too far?

The thought that he was about to die suddenly was front and centre in his thoughts. To hell with the signs, the feel of the twin barrels slowing moving down between his cheeks was more of a sign than a perceived glimmer in the eyes. He felt his legs tremble, felt the beat of his heart as Bobby Rae said nothing.

The gun stopped near his hole, he could feel the press of the metal, and he could hear the heavy breathing behind him. He felt the gun press in a bit, as Bobby Rae leaned forward, his head now near TJ’s left ear. He smelled him, smelled the strong scent of the man, and felt his legs growing weak. He didn’t want it to end this way, to be blown apart in some rarely used hunting cabin. Not this way, not from a shotgun blast up his ass.

Scared sissy boy?

The words were softly whispered into his ear, and he knew that his answer could very well determine if he had a future. He didn’t know what to say, how to act. TJ felt the fear inside, felt the panic, but somehow his stubbornness was all he had. There was nothing else for him to do, and if he was going to be worm meat, well might as well go out in style.

I’ve had bigger’ was all he could muster.

The gun suddenly was pulled back, and he felt the barrel rammed up under his crotch. The cold metal pushed up, into his scrotum and upwards. He grunted at the force of the gun, but held his voice. No way was he going to give the bastard the satisfaction, though he felt relieved too. Least he hadn’t fired the gun, yet.

Bobby Rae moved the gun between TJ’s legs, in a back and forth motion, very slowly. He kept it pressing upwards, then TJ heard something else, a clink of metal against metal, but not like a hammer of a gun being cocked. He didn’t know what it was, but he kept his face looking straight down at the floor.

He heard the hard sounds of Bobby Rae’s boots as he stepped back, still keeping the gun between TJ’s legs. He could feel the pain inside, as he ran the gun forward, until its tip pushed hard into his heaving chest. Another grunt escaped his lips, as he held his position, still refusing to look anywhere but at the dirty floor.

As his body trembled, his mind shuddered at the thought that his end was approaching. He couldn’t see how it would happen just yet, but the talk about Bobby Rae being sadistic was obviously true. He was certainly enjoying tormenting him with the gun, but as he fought the panic inside, he could still remember. Maybe no one would ever know what happened to him, or how he met his end.

Maybe after Bobby Rae would simple bury him out back or near by. He was too lazy to lug his lifeless body far, and the odds of anyone but some hungry animal finding his carcass was slim. Still, some would wonder, like Rick or Ron. Then too there was Doug. He would miss TJ, though he wouldn’t know how to go about finding him, not if Bobby Rae was half way competent in burying a body.

Doug had been last summer’s fling. One of those foreign guys who showed up with some youth group, doing a basketball tournament around the State. God he was cute, and oh so hung. Man it had been fun watching him practise on the old court by the School. The way his legs would glisten from the sweat, how they pushed forward when he took a jump shot.

He could remember that first meeting too, when he had challenged him to a quick one on one game, and how his eyes had looked at him. The way his blue eyes just seemed to glance all over TJ, then into his face. How his lips curled as he just nodded his agreement, tossing TJ the basketball, to have him start.

Christ he was so confident of himself, and yet when he bounced the ball, and slowly began to dribble it forward, his eyes couldn’t help but notice the firm package in those faded gym shorts he was wearing. It distracted him, but Doug didn’t take advantage, least not right then. Yet as he moved in, so did Doug, who suddenly was right in TJ’s face.

Hell, he could still smell his scent, that sort of sweat mingled smell with some cologne. It was all there, in front of his eyes now, as he felt his last moments on earth coming to him. Strange, to be thinking of Doug, of how he had smelled, when soon he would be smelling nothing.

Yet the moment was overpowering, as he had pushed forward, to suddenly feel Doug’s 6.3 tall frame blocking him, his slender body feeling like coiled steel as he stood his ground, blocking him. Then too he could feel something else, as his leg pushed up into the soft groin area. There was no mistaking that solid tube inside, and it made him look up, to stare into Doug’s face.

There was that tell tale sign, and he sighed, as he remembered how Doug had just grinned at him. That glint, that little curl of the lip, and suddenly they were off the court and around back just inside of the tree line. Looking outwards, they could still see the field, the school building, and the cement court. Looking inwards there was nothing but darkness, haze, and trees.

Doug had simply stopped, and then lifted his arms up, removing his tank top shirt. TJ had marveled at the slender frame, the firm nipples that jutted out. He quickly had removed his own t-shirt, but Doug was way ahead of him. He had his runners off, and only his white sports socks were on his rather large size 13 feet. Still, he was impressive as TJ noticed how thin he was around the waist, and yet how big he looked just between the legs. He was staring as Doug removed the shorts, and there in front was a gorgeous uncut penis. Not fully hard, the foreskin still shielding most of the cock head, but it looked so good.

TJ had dropped to his knees right then and there, and reached out to grab hold of the huge uncut dick. Touching it made him tremble, made his mouth water as he glanced upwards, to see Doug simply staring outwards. He let his tongue flick out, touching the visible part of the cock head, tasting that little drop of precum that was oozing out. It had been so salty, and so good.

He had immediately made his hand wrap around the pole, pushing the foreskin back, as he placed the dick into his eager mouth. Licking at the underside as he moved his hand back, to push into Doug’s groin, then slide the hot pole as far into his mouth as possible was a chore. The guy was not just long, but thick too. Damn it felt good, to taste that hard dick, to suck on it, then to jerk it while he played with the balls.

The taste of sweat and testosterone was unbelievable, one he could recall right now, as his fear subsided for a brief moment. Yes, Doug would miss him, and he was due back on another of those basketball junkets. Would make him just over 19, but somehow he didn’t feel like he would be there to play some one on one with him. He felt the fear again, as his eyes blinked, and he realized tears had formed at the corners.

Not feeling so tough, now, are you?

Tough enough.

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