Entering the Dark Side

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (2)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Uncle Dan

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (2)

There was no doubt, Bobby had been special. Thinking of him today, was like being young again. The pain in his legs, in his hands, didn’t seem to hurt so much, when he thought about his brief time with Bobby. He had learned so much then, hell, they both had. It wasn’t like either of them were what the kids today would call experienced.

Yet they seemed to know enough to make their time together memorable, something the new generation didn’t quite get. It wasn’t just about the sex, never really was, least not between him and Bobby. It had been about them, about being able to just be themselves, to touch when they felt the need, to experience each other, when they needed to.

Looking around the kitchen, he remembered that time Bobby came to his house, for dinner. His Mother had made such a fuss over him, specially when he helped peel the carrots, the potatoes, and even helped her slice them all up. It was like how it might be, if Bobby had been a daughter to her, and oh how she had fussed over him.

It hadn’t been that way at first, as his Mother was very protective of him. His father didn’t have a clue, thought it was just a friend from the route, and didn’t have an inkling about what was between him and Bobby. Thinking back, he was pretty certain his mother did. After all, the way she had glared at Bobby when he first showed up, how her words were guarded, clipped even.

Dan had sensed her disapproval at first, but resigned himself to it. He doubted she would understand how he felt about Bobby, or what they shared, and thought better of trying to make her understand. Yet Bobby had worked his own magic, as he had with Dan.

In less than a half hour, he was a favourite, a true gentlemen, his mother had pronounced afterwards. It felt so good, to have her sudden approval, but it was Bobby that had made it happen. How he had smiled, had managed to find her weakness, and use it to get her approval. He was good at that, and as he sat in his empty kitchen, he missed it too.

There had been several since Bobby, some a lot better looking, some hung better, but none had come close to reaching his heart as Bobby had. Hell, he couldn’t even remember most of their names, let alone what they looked like. Yet with Bobby, he could see his features now, as if he was sitting right across from him, this second.

How his hair moved in the wind, how a certain bunch of curly hair at his right ear would always hang different than the rest of his hair, how it would seem to defy the wind, and never blow with it, but against it. Then too, that was Bobby as well. He never seemed to go with the flow, or just take things in stride.

There was so much to Bobby, that he doubted he knew it all, even now. Course, how could he, which only made him look down into his coffee cup, realizing how he had missed his chance. Bobby had always wanted to live life, to experience it, and going to war wasn’t high on his list of experiences to have. Yet when his lottery number had come up, he had been pragmatic about it.

At first he had thought about going up to Canada, to avoid it, but then his Mother wasn’t well, and he couldn’t see himself sitting up in Canada, unable to come to her side, if needed. Unfortunately, he never was able to come to her side, as she died while he was off serving in Viet Nam, doing his bit to secure his countries freedom. Bobby never really saw it that way, and frankly, neither did Dan.

Yet it was his desire to be near her, that had kept him from leaving, from taking up roots in a strange country. Maybe if he had, things might have worked out differently, both for him and Bobby. Though in all honesty he doubted it. Just as Bobby wouldn’t leave his family, how could he?

Dan knew though, that if Bobby had asked, he would have gone with him to Canada. Things were different for people them, they had a Prime Minister who didn’t think it was anyone’s business what two adults did in their bedrooms, something he wished today’s leaders would understand. Still, he would have gone, but Bobby never asked, nor did he go up North.

The whole draft thing, the whole serving your nation thing, changed Bobby too. As his time to ship off, for training, grew closer, the laughter in his eyes, the easy banter between them seemed to end. Things were different, and they fought too. That wasn’t something he was used to, as he really never knew what would set Bobby off.

The coffee went down the wrong way, as he coughed, trying not to choke, as he remembered that time, just before Bobby left him. It was about ten days before he was due to leave, when he had just shown up on the route. That was unusual for Bobby, but he had stood off to the side, watching all the kids yammering at Dan, pushing their quarters towards him, begging for bigger scopes, or changing their minds from one flavour to another.

He just stood there, watching. Every now and then, Dan would glance up, to see the once happy eyes, looking mournful, dark, and morose. He couldn’t ever recall feeling so helpless as he did that day. Seeing Bobby unhappy, was painful, as he knew he had fallen hook, line, and sinker for the guy. And in all honesty, it really wasn’t about the sex either.

Sure it was convenient, it meant they could enjoy their brand of sex, without the risks that others faced. If they just kept their desire hidden, had their fun where no one could happen on them, they were safe to enjoy it. No worries if the guy they were approaching was an undercover narc, or worse, straight.

Why he was dwelling on this, he had no idea. Maybe it was simply that today, he was no longer a working stiff. His day job was to sit back, do whatever he wanted. No getting up to fill vats, to check the quality of each tub of ice cream he produced, or to even load the truck, that would never drive a route again. He was out of the business, about to become a fading memory to those he had known for decades.

Change never had been something he liked, or sought either. He still wore the same shorts, the same socks, and each year bought the same type of shoes. His shirts and pants were always the same, had been ever since he had been a kid, so no, change was not something he relished. It wasn’t always that way, least not when he was around Bobby, but that change, had left its mark inside.

Bobby wasn’t his first gay friend, or his first gay sex partner, though Bobby was his first to have anal sex with. None of the others before Bobby had seemed likely candidates, and frankly he never had the desire to want to do it with them. Not really knowing how was part of the problem, but he was never that comfortable with them.

With Bobby it was totally different. Even though they only managed to really have anal sex that last day, it still was something special, something he would never stop thinking about.

Up until that day, when he showed up on the route, they had messed around a fair amount. He had sucked Bobby off many times, and had the favour returned just as often. They spent a lot of time touching each other, enjoying the sensation of their hands running over another’s groin. In itself, it was erotic, and while some might call it boring, it wasn’t for them.

Bobby liked to just stretch out next to him, and let his hand move all along his naked body. He loved that part, and Dan could see how much, but how hard Bobby’s dick would get. It was one of those that the more light the touch, the more foreplay there was, the harder, the stiffer it got. In some ways it was a sign of how much they meant to each other too.

Yet anal sex, was the one area they had troubles at. Maybe it was that neither were experienced, in any way with it. Both had sucked dick before, but neither had taken it up the ass. Dan sipped at his coffee, grinning a bit as he remembered their first few attempts at it.

How stupid they were back then. He was older than Bobby, he should have known all about having sex, but he was as ignorant as Bobby was. Sure, Bobby could act like he knew, but that first attempt, what a joke it had been. Mind you, he had to admit, they did enjoy a good laugh at each other, and he still could remember Bobby’s face, when he was trying to work his dick into Dan’s ass, and Dan farted.

The sound had startled them both, and he had turned to look up at Bobby. He saw the wide open eyes, the stunned look on his face, then they smelled it, and he couldn’t help but laugh. The way Bobby’s nose had wrinkled up, how his eyes had narrowed, was just too much. He still enjoyed that moment, at how Bobby had fallen off him, onto the ground holding his side, trying not to laugh, but not succeeding.

What did they know about enema’s and all that stuff. It was 1970, and it wasn’t like there was Google or Yahoo back then. A man had set foot on the Moon, there had been two political assassinations, and the world was still in the grip of a Cold War. Viet Nam was making for unrest, and who knew that the man in the White House would turn out as bad as he did?

Maybe if they had known, things would have been different, but as he thought about it, he was rather glad there weren’t any personal computers, or search engines then. They had more fun, more intimacy not knowing, and it was that intimacy that gave him his memories today. Not all pleasant, but then Life wasn’t always pleasant.

He had more good times than he realized, and even his memories of Bobby were better for how it had all been back then. Sure, they ran the risk of being beaten up, of being arrested, but it only added to the thrill, to the spice of their feelings for each other. Bobby was that special, worth going to jail for, worth being beaten up for. Not what he could say about some who came afterwards, that was for sure.

Still, thinking back, to those first efforts at being more sexual, at engaging in real man sex, was something to savour. Funny too how instinct took over at times, how Bobby and he, figured out to make sure and not eat much before going out for some ‘bush time’ as Bobby called it. He always could turn something that everyone thought was dirty, into something special.

It was him who figured out that before one put their dick inside, that you had to have some lubrication, and you had to sort of just, well loosen a guy up too, after all, those dicks did look rather big for such a tiny hole.

The talk was rough, as they tried to figure out how to do it all, how to come together, and how his legs would get in the way, or how Bobby would sometimes rush too much. All of that he remembered now, and at how much those first tries hurt. Not like how it was since, because now he knew, that first was the pain, then the pleasure. Back then, well who knew?

AIDS was still years from being discovered, but something made them use Condoms . He chuckled as he thought about that, at how Bobby had brought the subject up. He had been looking at the ground, when he reached inside his pant pocket, and pulled out the plastic package. Dan knew what it was, and he had looked up at Bobby, who grinned, as he said:

‘I don’t want to get you pregnant, your father would skin me alive’

How could you not fall for a guy who could make a serious situation turn into a good laugh? He had wondered about using them himself, but Bobby had sensed it, and made it all work out. That was Bobby, and so maybe it was why he had been spared all the pain that hit the gay community years later?

He never thought about it before, but maybe the way he had started out, using Condoms , had kept him safe, had made the difference between him donating money for AIDS research, and from being a name on a quilt? He shivered a little at the thought, sipped more of the coffee as he tried to change his mood.

Reflections were not always good for the soul, so he thought, yet today it was about all he could do. To think about how his father had beamed at him, when they rolled the old truck out, how his mother had smiled as she saw the name in bright colors on the side of that truck. Or maybe it was just as how happy her son had looked, standing next to his father?

Those were good memories, just as thinking about Bobby was a good memory. There were so many good times, even the failed attempts at having intercourse. They sure were a couple of Klutzes back then, until that last time together. Somehow, he never really thought about that day, about how they managed to find the time to not just be together, but how everything seemed to just click.

How Bobby had met him on his route, had rode with him back to his home, without really saying a word. How apprehensive he had been through the whole day, and then getting home, to find his mother and father all dressed up. He had thought something bad had happened, but it was some family thing, meaning they were going to drive up, take a day off actually so they could drive to the affair.

It meant he would have to do it all himself in the morning, and when his mother had asked Bobby if he could help, it suddenly dawned on Dan, he’d have the house to himself, safely for the whole night. When he turned to see if Bobby would agree to his mother’s suggestion, the expression on his face almost made him laugh out loud. Then as Bobby agreed, and he turned to wish his parents a safe trip, he saw that twinkle in her eye.

She knew what was going to happen, and for a moment he felt his heart skip a beat, as she ran her hand down the side of his face. She kissed him, still with that twinkle, as she told him to remember to get to bed early, and then left.

It was unreal, and so strange to suddenly be at home, all alone, except for Bobby standing next to him. He felt Bobby’s hand brush his buttocks, and felt a growing ache there, as the car backed out and made its way down the street. They just stood there, watching, a bit unsure of what was going to happen.

Closing the door, he figured that they’d suddenly be in each other’s arms, but it didn’t turn out that way. Bobby, merely smiled at him, then asked what time they had to get up. When he heard, his face went a strange color, then he asked to use the phone. It wasn’t at all what he had expected, certainly not for guys their age, but then, it wasn’t like they hadn’t messed around.

Still it had been surprising, and when Bobby had returned from the kitchen, he was back to normal. No sullen face, no droopy eyes, but instead he had that wicked grin that always meant he was horny. Checking his crotch, Dan couldn’t help but see that his hunch had been right.

Reaching out with one hand, he took Dan’s hand, and looked up at the stairs, then over at Dan. ‘Time we got it right’ and with that little grin on his face he had taken him up to Dan’s own room. It was odd, being led to his bedroom, and then to walk in and be taken into Bobby’s arms.

The kiss was tender, not rushed. It made his whole body tingle, he remembered, and something else begin to get a bit harder. Still, Bobby wasn’t about to rush things, least not right off. They did have the whole afternoon and evening, and the kiss led to a sort of strip tease that he still could remember. How Bobby would take his shirt off, then wait for Dan to take Bobby’s shirt off. A sort of give and take until both of them were standing in the middle of Dan’s room, totally naked. Both of their dicks fully aroused, sticking straight out from their bodies.

Dan recalled how Bobby kissed him, then slowly began to let himself slide down to his knees, kissing Dan’s body all over. How he would kiss him lightly, then press his lips hard at another spot, or he’d lick Dan’s burning flesh and suddenly stop, to kiss a spot, to let his tongue flick back and forth against a certain spot, until eventually Bobby was on his knees, his face level with Dan’s hard cock.

How he had trembled as Bobby took hold of his penis, right at the base, then moved his head forward, to lightly kiss the cock head. Every part of his body was quivering to that touch, to the feel. His hips jerked a bit, as Bobby leaned back, telling him to be patient. It had made him smile, as he rested his hands on Bobby’s shoulders, feeling his insides turning to jelly.

Nothing had ever felt better, than when Bobby had the urge to taste dick. How he would work his tongue, as he would lick at the underside, right up to where his sac met his shaft. How his tongue would flick and taste him, then he would kiss him in the same spot just kissed by his tongue. Every nerve inside would tingle, as Bobby would take his time, bringing him higher and higher with each touch, each caress.

Letting his tongue circle lightly around the cap behind his cock head would make him groan, moan louder as the raspy edged tongue brushed past his skin. He would tighten his grip, but this night Bobby leaned back, letting him shudder, unfulfilled. Instead he just looked up at him, his eyes glowing, as he massaged Dan’s thighs, then reached around, to squeeze his butt cheeks. As if checking to see if they were fresh, like one did with bread in the supermarket.

Grinning, he pinched his leg, then sort of pushed him backwards, until Dan fell against his bed, falling down onto it. He bounced, taken by surprise, and as he came back up from his second bounce, there was Bobby, to lay on top of him. It all felt so unreal, so special, as they both squirmed their way so they were fully on the bed.

Bobby continued to kiss him, to touch him so gently that every hair on his body was standing on edge. His nerves were on edge, every muscle was coiled up inside, nervously waiting for Bobby. Yet he didn’t reach for him, instead he licked at Dan’s nipples, nibbling them really.

Sitting in his kitchen, he thought he could still feel those teeth, pulling at his nipple, holding it firmly between them. His hand moved up, and ran lightly over his chest, as his eyes closed, as his mind flashed back to that time, to that moment. It was like yesterday, as he felt the sharp little pain, the way the teeth pulled, then the tongue would lick around the still shaking flesh of the nipple.

Bobby’s hands were all over him, touching him, caressing him or prodding him, as he lay on top of Dan. He felt so alive then, so loved, that he couldn’t help but whimper a little, as Bobby continued to just touch him. It was unreal, how hot it made him, how the sweat was beading up and rolling down his body. Nothing had ever felt so good, as he felt the hand reaching for his stiff pole, giving it a quick stroke.

Then the hand moved down, to prod at his testicles, to make them ache in a way Dan had never felt before. The fingers poked at his leathery sac, then slid down, to lightly caress the spot just between his balls and his rectum. They pressed lightly, each stroke making his cock jerk, making Dan begin to pant a bit, as his heart started to race faster. His eyes were blinking, seeing strange flashes of light, brilliant colors that popped into view, then disappeared.

The finger moved further backwards, between his cheeks, and Dan could feel it move up his tender valley until it was nestled up against his tight little hole. He could feel himself pucker, feel the muscles around the tiny entrance quiver. His legs stiffened, as the finger begin to probe his hole, to circle it and as Bobby’s hot breath blew across his belly.

The kiss on his groin made him gasp for air, as the finger quickly penetrated him at the same time. He felt like he was in heaven, as the pain of penetration passed quickly. The kiss on his groin, the hot breath against his pubic hairs, only made him shake, shudder with desire. The press of the finger inside was slow and steady. He pressed down onto the finger, enjoying its presence for the first time. There wasn’t the pain, the uncomfortable feeling he had the other times.

It just felt right, as Bobby moved his finger around, moved it slowly in and out, all the time kissing his belly, his groin. He even licked at his cock, while his finger was probing him, until he began to beg him, to have him take him. Yet Bobby didn’t stop, he added a second finger, which Dan pressed down even harder upon, wanting it all inside of him. He could feel the knuckle up against his hole, his cheeks spread wide.

His feet moved apart, flat on the bed, his knees up and also spread apart, as Bobby continued to dig deep into him, with his two fingers. He moved them around, making them twist inside. Bobby lowered his head, but this time he didn’t kiss his belly, didn’t lick at his cock, but took it deep into his mouth. His hands now moved to rest under his thighs, and he squirmed around, between Dan’s legs. Then he felt the shoulders press up against him, and he knew what Bobby wanted. His own hands left their grip of Bobby’s shaggy hair, and he pulled his legs up and took hold of his ankles. He settled him on the bed, his head looked down his chest and up at Bobby.

Staring into his eyes he saw the glint, the glimmer of light His chest heaved, as he sucked in some air, then held it, as he watched Bobby unroll a condom down his cock and then glance up at Dan. Their eyes met and he could feel his passion, feel it as if it had suddenly become a bridge between them. Like tiny tentacles, he let his desire for Bobby, mingle with Bobby’s desire for him.

The press of Bobby’s cock head against his tiny hole, made him suck in more air, look deeper into Bobby’s eyes. He was ready, he knew it, as he felt the pressure building around his tiny hole, felt his muscle beginning to protest the assault. He breathed out, exhaling all that air, just as the cock head pressed past his muscles.

Pain, sharp and intense rolled up his spine, making him cry out. For a second, Bobby held himself still, until once more Dan was begging, urging him on. He couldn’t help himself, the pain was unbelievable, just like before, but yet it felt different. It was like it wasn’t a bad pain, but a good pain, as he felt his hands slip from his ankles, fall to the bed hard. He managed to keep his legs up high over his head, as he struck the side of the bed, as the waves of pain raced through his whole body.

Bobby was huffing, sweat was falling from his forehead onto Dan’s scrunched up chest, as the cock drove deep into him, then pulled back, to once more drive in. Bobby kept it slow and steady, making Dan moan and making Dan’s head roll from side to side, as he let the pain inside turn into nothing but pure pleasure. He groaned his satisfaction, telling him how good it felt, how great it was, how he wanted him to go faster, and faster. Bobby seemed to hear him, as his thrusts begun to get just that, faster.

He could feel the long pole driving into him, then as it pulled back, Dan could feel his muscles protesting, struggling to keep the thick pole inside. Then, just as he thought it would leave, it would come rushing back to him. He would try to meet it, his body arching upwards, to greet Bobby’s downward thrust.

Dan leaned back in his kitchen chair, remembering how it had felt, feeling it even now. How hard it had felt, how thick and how full he felt. Nothing was forgotten, not even how it kept going faster and faster while the sun shone in through his bedroom window. How he could just imagine the squirrels in the trees shaking their heads and bushy tails at the strange sounds coming from the humans.

It gave him a smile, as he felt the ache inside, realizing just how good it had really felt, as Bobby had fucked him. The way his hips would move, shake, and twist too, as he drove his cock into Dan’s ass. Just as if it was last night, he could feel it now. The dull ache inside, the way it had felt when his own cock had been jerking between their sweaty bodies, and then how suddenly he knew he was going to shoot his load.

How he had felt panic at the idea of cumming, while Bobby was still deep inside of him. How high his voice had sounded as he yelled he was gonna shoot, how it made Bobby pump his ass even faster, harder. He didn’t think it could be possible, but Bobby’s cock was somehow moving faster, pounding his insides. The sound of his groin slapping into his sweaty butt cheeks only made the ache in his body worse.

Dan remembered how it felt, how his balls had slung upwards, then suddenly drop as their precious milk was released. He could still feel how thrilling it felt to feel his cum moving out from his balls, filling the shaft, then streaming out in a wild stream. How drops of his cum struck his own chin, how it hit Bobby’s one nipple, how it hung for a millisecond on his chest, before slowly sliding down, pushing the tiny tufts of hair down.

How good it felt was not something he would ever forget, even with his last breath of life, he knew he would remember how it felt to feel the cock inside of him, to feel it grow as his body shuddered from his own ejaculation. How he heard Bobby scream, heard that piercing cry as suddenly his insides were empty, and a gooey plastic unrolled condom was laying over his thigh, while the cock it had held, was now aimed right at him.

It was eerie and yet exciting to watch the head rear back, to see the blurred motion of the hand that gripped it become more blurred, as the head seemed to vibrate, then as it shot forward, to see the long trail of milky white cum fly out from the clenched fist. He could still feel his body shrink into the bed, as the hot splash of Bobby’s cum struck his stomach.

Dan remembered how he had flinched as the long stream of hot cum struck, how his muscles beneath his stomach suddenly uncoiled, how his whole body was nothing but a massive rolling mound of flesh. How every pore in his body was streaming sweat, as he flinched to the second stream that struck his inner thigh. He felt like he was being hit by live flames of fire, yet the instant after it touched, it was cooling.

Nothing could ever be any better than that, but then that was just the afternoon. Dan looked down into his coffee cup, wondering what it would be like today, if he had done more, said more back then? Would Bobby have come back to him, would he be retiring now, or would he have sold out long ago?

He sighed as he made his way to his bedroom. So much had happened, and now that he had the time, what did he have to show for it? Some cash in the bank? A paid up house, shiny new SUV and a house at the lake, but those were just material things. There wasn’t anyone to share it with, to help him enjoy it all, and yet, at the back of his mind, he wondered if he would trade all that, to have someone here with him now, someone like Bobby?

Fantasy Comes True

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (-)

He couldn’t believe it, the way it had all gone down, nor how he was feeling right now, as he leaned against the back of the closed door. His body was still trembling, the room’s air chilling him, as it cooled the sweat that covered his body. Strands of his damp blond hair curled around his neck, and hung down over his shoulder.

Lonnie shivered as he thought about it all, and he licked his lips as he could still see Ashley’s face, as his body shook, as the first stream of his hot milk came jetting out, splattering all over Lonnie’s stomach. His hand automatically moved down, to feel the dried cum on his belly, and a smile curled around his lips, then he thought of Brad.

Well what could he do? It wasn’t like he had planned it, and if he really thought about it, it was Ashley who made all the moves, and like a love sick cow he had fallen for each flick of those long eyelashes, of the way those thin pale lips grinned at him. Like what else could he do, but give in?

Ashley was just one of those you couldn’t refuse, no matter how strong your will was. If he wanted you, and man had he wanted Lonnie, not even a Saint could resist his charm. The guy had it all, from the perfect six pack, to the well proportioned six foot tall 150 pound body. His arms were just right, his legs perfect, and shit, when he was naked, he was even more desirable.

Christ what was he supposed to do? It wasn’t like he had seduced him, or even thought about it, until Ashley had just shown up, out of the blue. His appearance had seemed innocent enough, until he asked for a drink. Then he should have known, should have refused or come up with some excuse, but the way he tilted his head, the way he had spoken to him. The soft voice, the hidden meaning coming out loud and clear, it was impossible to say no to a simple drink.

Besides, it was Ashley, and he had seen him work the bar, seen how he had never needed to reach into his pocket for a single drink. It was amazing, and he could understand it too. The guy wasn’t just a looker, but he was actually fun to be with, to just talk to. He always looked interested in what you were saying, plus if he was interested in something else, well there was no mistaking that either.

Somehow Lonnie had missed that, as he was really just too impressed by how handsome Ashley was. The blond mop of hair, the flashing blue eyes that seemed to just radiate more, whenever they met his own eyes. It was as if Ashley was as impressed with Lonnie, as he was with him. Least that is how it felt, but he should have resisted, should have said no.

Yet, the one drink had turned into a few more, and before he realized it, Ashley was undressing him. His hands were inside his shirt playing with his nipples, tweaking them, while his eyes seemed to just glitter, his face glowing. He still had no idea how it had begun, but it had, and his own body was refusing to listen to his own mind. It was as if Ashley had somehow bewitched him.

Still that wouldn’t wash, would it?

Though he had to admit, it was true. He still had no idea of how Ashley had somehow wound up sitting next to him on the chesterfield, how he had begun to unbutton his shirt, to run his hand down his chest, the fingers twirling the few tufts of hair he had there. How good it felt to feel his breath on his face, then how the head had tilted to one side.

The eyes seemed to suddenly hold his attention, to be almost like they were devouring him. He found himself licking his lips, as Ashley kept his gaze, held him captive by the glare of his beautiful blue eyes. The eyelashes, fluttering, the way they seemed to be sending his body some secret signal was unreal. It was like being held in a trance, even as the head moved inwards, the lips pouting a bit. Lonnie knew what was going to happen, but he did nothing to stop it.

The touch of those pale thin lips against his mouth felt like an electric shock. His whole body trembled at the touch, at the warmth that seemed to suddenly fill his entire body. He had felt himself shaking, had one brief moment to resist, but it quickly passed. The way Ashley put his arms around his waist, one hand resting lightly on his hip, the fingers spread out to touch his bare skin.

Lonnie had felt passionate kisses before, but nothing like this first kiss from Ashley. It started off so softly, so innocent, and before he knew it, he was tasting Ashley’s tongue deep in his throat. Hell he had almost gagged on the thick tongue, that licked him inside. The way the lips suddenly were pressed hard up against his mouth, how the fingers at his side dug deep into his flesh.

Then when he pulled back, to just look at him once again with those eyes. The hand now resting lightly on his hip, yet he could feel Ashley’s fingers, feel the tips trembling. It made his own heart continue to beat wildly, yet inside he knew he should put a stop to it, to end it before it went further, but he couldn’t. It was Ashley, everyone’s fantasy boy, and he was the one making the move on him.

He knew that every guy in the bar, in the circles he travelled, would kill to be in his position. It didn’t matter if they were 20, like him, or 80, they’d give their eye teeth to have Ashley sitting next to them, swapping spit. To have the hands of eighteen year old Ashley touching your bare skin would give some of the older crowd a heart attack, one they wouldn’t mind having.

He was that popular, and yet, he felt like he should be above that. Yet as he had stared into those eyes, felt the taste of him still in his mouth, he couldn’t stop. The way his arms seemed to have a will of their own as they reached out and encircled Ashley’s body, the way his hands seemed to be shaking as they touched him, as his chest seemed to pull in, at his touch. All of it made him lose all sense of reality, as this was his fantasy, his dream come true.

It wasn’t that he was a dork or ugly. Guys still showed an interest in him, even if he was 20. He still had that fresh look, despite the occasional five o’clock shadow. His body was still trim, fit. He prided himself on that, but when it came to comparison with someone like Ashley, he felt like the ugly duckling. Ashley was it, and here he was, touching him, feeling him, wanting him. It was a dream, had to be, but the pinch was real, the pain in his chest was real. It wasn’t a dream, Ashley was in his apartment, wanting him.

How do you refuse that?

He couldn’t, and somehow the kiss had turned into a lot more. The way Ashley seemed to become possessed, as he had stripped his own shirt off, to expose his golden flesh to Lonnie. How it seemed to glisten, and he could see the fine hairs down the cleft of his chest, standing up, waiting for his touch, for his attention. It was too much as he couldn’t help but lean forward, to taste him, to lick at the protruding nipples that seemed to waver in the air, to further entice him.

It was the perfect taste treat for him. He couldn’t believe how fresh the taste was, as his tongue licked at the firm flesh of one nipple, then another, then his lips would press down, his teeth would take hold, and he would pull back, teasing Ashley. He heard him moan, and while he was sucking on his man titties, Ashley was holding him, pulling him closer, running his hands across his back, reaching down to the small of his back, trying to work their way under his shorts.

How he survived was unreal. His cock was like a thickened steel rod, and he knew it was close. Still, somehow he kept control over it, even when he found the hand reaching down and taking hold of it, caressing it in a pulling motion. His body had shook, trembled from the rolling waves of pure pleasure that seemed non stop.

From that first flush, that first touch, they hadn’t exchanged a single word. Just grunts and moans of pure enjoyment filled his tiny living room. The way his hands moved, his mouth, as he devoured him was amazing. It made his pulse race, and it seemed like it would never reach its limit. The way his mouth could send his whole body into a spasm, just by the press of the lips on him. Lonnie had never felt so much passion, so much desire before.

His own touching was as frantic, as wild. The way his hands were reaching for that cock, that weapon that would make people drool, just from seeing its outline or press in the pants, was his to actually touch. It was so hot, so alive, that he immediately lowered his head, to kiss it, to fondle it. Just as Ashley held his cock, pulled on it, he did the same to him, but with his mouth. He couldn’t stop himself from taking the whole cock into his mouth, pushing aside all doubts, all notions of guilt. He just let it slide deep into his mouth, down his throat. He felt it shake, felt it quiver as his tongue licked at the underside, as he sucked on it.

God how good it had tasted, how the smell was making him feel so light headed. Breathing in pure Ashley was intoxicating, almost like being drunk. His moans were even starting to sound slurred to his ears, but he couldn’t stop. The way the balls slung up, rubbed against his nose, and how his nostrils flared as he breathed his scent in. It made him want to cum, specially the way Ashley was pulling on his cock, but then suddenly it was all over.

The hand was off his dick, and the cock was pulled from his mouth, and he began to fear that he had failed to please, that he had somehow disappointed Ashley. He looked up, to see the younger man towering over him, a powerful glint in his eyes, that made him shudder. Then he felt the strong hands as they pushed his pants further down, and more or less forced him to turn over.

In that second, as the hands pushed him, Lonnie knew he hadn’t disappointed, but that Ashley wanted to take him, to be inside of him. It really was like being in heaven. It was everything he had ever dreamed about, and it was Ashley too.

Thankfully he had Condoms on the end table, and he felt the hot breath of the younger man on his shoulder, felt the weight of his body on his, as he reached over to grab a package out of the bowl. He was grateful too, not feeling like he would have stopped him if he hadn’t reached for the condom. Bareback wasn’t his thing, but it was Ashley. He knew he wouldn’t stop him, but he didn’t have to worry, as he heard the condom package being ripped open.

Looking over his shoulder, as he lowered his front end, raising his buttocks higher, he could see the thighs, and that amazing cock. Licking his lips, he saw Ashley’s hand grabbing the cock, and the other hand pushing something over the top of it. The sight was truly arousing, as he felt his own cock shake a bit, jerk a little, as he watched how carefully Ashley slid the thin plastic over his throbbing cock. Lonnie breathed in deeply, then out, as he let his eyes travel upwards, to see the firm belly, the chiselled chest.

Staring upwards, he saw the glazed look in Ashley’s face, saw how he was biting on the lower lip as his hands unrolled the condom to its base. He couldn’t help but see him raise his hand, the one that had covered his cock with the condom, and spit on it several times. The muscles inside his body began to tighten, as the hand moved down, and smeared the spit over the condom, then once again the hand was taken up and spit on.

The hand moved down, between his cheeks, as he felt the two fingers slide down straight to his hole. They didn’t wait, didn’t tease him, but entered him quickly. He grunted a bit, as he felt the penetration. The two fingers dug into him, pushing his body slightly forward from their entry into him. Then he felt them twist and turn as Ashley’s body leaned fully onto his upraised backside.

Groaning, he turned his head, letting the fingers explore his inside. It felt so good, so hard, that he couldn’t help but groan. The muscles in the back of his thighs seemed to tighten, to coil as the fingers moved in and out, then they were out. He felt the press of the thick cock head being pushed between his cheeks. Lonnie turned his head to let it rest on the sofa, on his side. He took his arms, reaching backwards, to grab hold of his buttocks, to help Ashley find his hole, and penetrate him.

His fingers dug into his own ass cheeks, and pulled back, opening his body to Ashley’s throbbing cock. The head was pressing up against his tight hole, and as he pulled his cheeks back, he felt the sharp jolt of pain travel up his spine. Ashley was already pushing inwards, splitting his hole, making it surrender to the superior force of the hard pulsing cock.

Lonnie cried out, feeling the pain growing, as Ashley continued to push inwards, continued to spread his insides apart. The cock head was digging in, still being resisted from Lonnie’s tiny pink hole, but then it was past. The pain roared up his spine, making him cry out, making his whole body shake and shudder. His arms quivered, as they held his cheeks open, as the cock drove deep inside, barely stopping as Lonnie’s insides tried to deny it’s entry.

He felt Ashley’s groin push into his buttocks, felt his body move forward a bit, then he felt the hard throbbing cock pull back, and suddenly it was driving back inside. In and out, in quick hard thrusts, made him continue to cry out. His heart was pounding, as sweat was dripping from every pore in his body. Lonnie couldn’t believe how good it was feeling, how the pain had been so quickly replaced with all those wonderful waves of pleasure.

His chest ached, as he struggled to breath, his hands slipped from his sweat soaked buttocks, as he lay there, enjoying each hard thrust into him. The drops of sweat that fell onto his own back, from Ashley, only added to his pleasure, as he tried to hold onto the thick cock that pounded him. Every nerve inside was tingling, was making him squirm, as the hard cock drove in and out in ever increasing speed. He could hear the shallow breathing from above, feel the drops of sweat becoming more and more like a steady rain.

The hard thrusts suddenly came less often, then he felt totally empty. Lonnie felt panic, then two hands, pulling at him, trying to turn him over. He obliged the urgent tugs, and was now on his back, staring up at Ashley. His eyes opened wide, as he felt the strong hands now grab hold of his legs, pushing them back over Lonnie’s head.

He reached up, to take hold of his own ankles, as Ashley spread the legs apart, opening up Lonnie’s buttocks. He then reached back down, and was already guiding his cock back down the open valley, until the head was once more wedged up against Lonnie’s hole. Looking up he saw the sweat dripping off his forehead, as it leaned forward, coming straight for him.

The kiss was hard, and a surprise. He lifted his head up a bit, to meet Ashley, and he felt himself shake, as their lips touched, as Ashley’s tongue pushed past and inside. He moaned, as Ashley kissed him, and drove his cock inside. The pain was just as intense as before, but he ignored it as he bit Ashley’s lower lip, pulling it back, licking at his chin, as the head moved back. The eyes were narrowed, as they stared down at him, as the hips began to twist and gyrate a bit faster.

It made the cock inside twist, jerk that only made Lonnie groan even more. He could see his own chest rising and falling, as if in time with Ashley’s. His lungs hurt, as he tried to breath, as his cock flopped on his belly. The pain inside once more turning to pure pleasure, as Ashley’s cock drove deep into him, splitting him wide open. His legs were numb, as he hung onto them, as his own head began to roll from side to side, enjoying the waves of pleasure coming from deep inside.

His body was shaking, as was Ashley’s. Lonnie could see it, see how the sweat was running down his body, some falling onto him, the rest flowing along the glistening skin to somewhere else. He saw the nostrils flaring, saw him bit his lower lip, as his hips continued to push in and out, with an odd twist to the side, every now and then.

His eyes watched in utter amazement, as he saw the veins on Ashley’s forehead throb, saw the eyelids close, saw the head tilt back. The mouth was slightly open, the tongue barely sticking out, as Ashley drove his cock hard and fast into him. He could feel the head as it pushed past every single muscle inside, as it dug deeper and deeper. He felt its fire, its burning heat, as it pushed into him, like a hot knife going through butter.

His legs were numb, his arms throbbing, as he felt the full weight of Ashley’s body on his. His eyes fluttered a bit, as he saw the muscles in Ashley’s face begin to contrict, to tighten the face into a bizarre twisted look of pain, of concentration. Then he felt the cock being taken out, but before he could do more than recognize it, he saw the head glance down at him, the eyes totally glazed over.

The hand had ripped the condom off, and was stroking the cock furiously. He could barely see it move, it was so fast, and then the loud cry echoed in the room. The harsh sound made him jump, then he felt the hot splash on his belly, on his chest, and up to his neck. It stung, as it hit, burning too.

Ashley had his eyes closed, his nostrils were flared open, and his mouth was hanging down, open. The face was totally constricted, as more of the hot stinging splashes covered his belly, sizzling almost as they struck. His own cock was jerking, as the hot cum coated his belly, making the muscles inside quiver.

As Lonnie felt the cum splattering on his groin, he felt the full weight of Ashley, who collapsed on top of him. He could hear his panting breath, his struggle for air, as he leaned exhausted on his own completely drained body. The exhaustion was unreal, his arms felt like lead weights, but Lonnie managed to lay them over the trembling body on top of him.

He felt Ashley’s head nuzzled into the crook of his neck, felt the way he breathed, his lips lightly brushing past his cheek. It was unreal, how quickly it had gone from a single drink, to the wildest sex he had ever had. His whole body ached, as he felt the total exhaustion creeping through every muscle, every nerve.

Just as quickly as it had happened, it was suddenly over. Ashley was up, and with a quick hard kiss on Lonnie’s lips, he was sitting up, dressing. It was as if he was once more ready to go again, though Lonnie was totally drained. The ache in his crotch was making his head spin, as Ashley was suddenly up and heading for the door, thanking him for the drink.

It was like nothing had happened, as he stumbled up onto his feet, to see his guest out the door. Now as he leaned on the door, he still wasn’t sure what had happened, or how. He knew though, that he would have tell Brad, but how?

The guilt was setting in, as he walked slowly towards the couch, and his pile of clothes. The used condom was on the floor, reminding him of his transgression. Christ, he couldn’t believe he had let Ashley do that, but he had, and now he would have to tell Brad. After all, Ashley was Brad’s boyfriend, not Lonnie’s. Or was he?