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3Sep

Remembering (Epilogue)

Remembering

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Epilogue

Trent stared out the big bay window of the front room. He could see the horizon, see the orchard fields below. He sighed, as he felt the warm air blowing into the room from the opened front door. He turned his face, to look at the front stoop, to see the man slowly making his way down the ramp, towards the front roadway.

He felt a small twinge in his heart, as he saw how he moved so slowly, the pain of his injuries showing across his face, as he began to make his way towards the front gate. The mail sign was up, and there was no denying him. For several days now, Rob had made this journey, accepting the pain it gave him, refusing to let Trent go.

It was his choice, his decision and Trent wasn’t about to argue. He could see the determination on his friends face, knowing how much it cost him, knowing too that even now, several years after his injuries in Iraq, the pain was never gone. Well that wasn’t entirely true, least in his mind.

There were moments when it seemed like Rob had no pain, nor did he either. He had suffered no injuries, no scars covered his body as they did Rob’s, though his scars were within. He still could hear the General’s words, the scathing remarks, and his own equally harsh retorts.

It was a long time back now, but they still hurt. Yet, one day soon, he knew he’d let them go, forget them as they deserved to be forgotten, but not just yet. He may have aged in years, but in looks he had seemed to just get younger. He kept blaming Rob for that, because they were finally together, finally accepting of the love that they shared.

Moving to this valley had been hard, had cost him every penny he had saved, begged, or borrowed, but then too, Rob had done the same. Yet for him it had been hard, because Rob needed so much, even though he rarely asked for anything. Then that was Rob, he never did complain, and so they had bought this small little orchard in California.

He had expected some troubles, specially if the neighbouring people found out about him and Rob, which they were bound to do. After all, his Court Martial wasn’t exactly a well kept secret. Nor was Rob’s either, which had really hit the wires like a ton of bricks. It was bigger than if the Titanic had been sunk, all over again.

Still he had been surprised by how welcomed he & Rob had been. Oh there were a couple who grumbled, and who would never have him or Rob on their guest list, but then again, he wouldn’t have them on his. For the most part, the folks in the valley accepted them both, and while it had been a bit strained at the start, things had gotten a lot easier over the few years they had lived there.

Many had watched at how determined Rob had been. He didn’t act like any cripple they had ever seen, and while no one expected much, they soon came to realize that Rob was a force to reckon with. While the Doctors had said he’d never walk again, that the rest of his life would be confined to a wheelchair, Rob didn’t accept it.

And there he was, outside on his own two feet. Granted, he wouldn’t win any marathons, but he was lurching ahead, on his own. No wheelchair was in sight, just a pair of canes now. The crutches had disappeared six months ago, and Rob had vowed that the canes too would disappear. Trent believed him too, even if the Doctors were still a bit sceptical. But then, they didn’t understand the man, or his character.

Trent was just realizing it, himself, as he watched his friend slowly making his way down the hill, towards the gate. The small red flag of the mailbox up, showing they had mail. Rob was certain that today it would be there, that this was the day.

He smiled, realizing that he too was just as anxious. It was rather special, and frankly, he never thought he’d see this day come. Certainly not as a teenager, nor even after he had his first sexual experience, back on his eighteenth birthday, had he ever thought this day would come.

Looking back on his life, on his time both with and away, from Rob, he had to admit. The sex had been something else, specially that first time, but in all honesty, the sex lately, had been more than just a release. He couldn’t really explain it, it wasn’t like they had a lot of options either.

Rob had come back damaged, yet despite all that, the sex seemed to be as good, if not more enjoyable. Sure, they were limited, at first, and Rob liked to joke that it was the sex that was making him push himself, so that he could really get off. Course, Trent knew that each time they became physical, it was a hard choice for Rob. The pain, in moving, was real. It was a constant reminder of his service in Iraq, a constant reminder of his personal sacrifice.

Just trying to move his legs at times, to spread them apart, caused him pain. Certainly at the beginning of their living together, yet Rob never complained. In fact, he kept instigating it, wanting it, even though he had to have felt more pain than pleasure. Still, that was Rob, and who was he, to deny him that?

They had talked about it, even with the Doctors. That was a discussion he wouldn’t forget. Looking out at Rob now, he remembered how he had been sitting with the Specialist, when Rob out of the blue asked him when it would be okay for him to have anal sex. He had almost fallen off his chair, and the look on the Doctor’s face was priceless.

Still Rob hadn’t let him off the hook, despite his unwillingness to get into the details. Rob on the other hand, well he wanted to know if certain positions would cause harm, to his recovery. The Doctor was as white as a ghost, and given that he was an African American, that was one hell of a feat. Still, Rob had persisted, and when he got his answer that in all honesty the Doctor couldn’t say that it would cause any added damage, Rob had simply turned to Trent, and smiled.

Course he had also blurted out that Trent could pick up the Condoms on the way home, which had made him have a pretty bad coughing fit. The Doctor on the other hand, had glanced away, but you could see his own surprise.

Then that too, was Rob. As he had said afterwards, why should he feel ashamed of how he liked sex? It was a natural physical function, and as long as he wasn’t going to cause any more damage to his already damaged body, he was damned if he would pass on trying. Plus, as he pointed out, he had some new memories to try and make, which had ended any objections Trent had.

Thinking now of it, of coming back to their small little apartment, at that time. He was rather amazed at just how good of a memory that first time had been. Maybe it had been all the talk, the touching to position Rob, but he had to admit, it had been a memorable night of passion. One that certainly had rivalled their first experiences, when they had been eighteen, out camping.

Staring at his friend now, he realized just how special their moments had become. It was those earlier memories, that had brought them together, had brought them to this very point in their lives. Sex for him, had always been more of a physical thing. Least when it had involved other men, not Rob. Yet those times with Rob, before now, before his war wounds, had always been more than just a physical release. Course he hadn’t seen it that way, then. He sure as hell did now, as a smile crossed his weathered face.

Being an Officer, being in charge of other people’s lives, had taken its toll on him, but the news of his friends wounds, had sent him over the top. He had known, virtually the instant he had heard, that he couldn’t do it anymore, that he couldn’t handle that kind of responsibility. He also didn’t know how he’d handle life, if Rob wasn’t somehow a part of it.

Fortunately the Doctors then, had been wrong, and it seemed since too. Rob had made progress, but the physical act of sex, was vastly different. Trent realized that despite his advanced years, he looked forward to their intimate moments. He yearned for them too, like the time when Rob had been hospitalized, for complications.

God, how he had imagined the worse. How he had thought that somehow their sex had been the cause of it all, though it hadn’t been. Still it hadn’t prevented him from thinking of it, from vowing he would not press it. Yet, seeing Rob in that bed, again, had made him realize just how connected they had become.

That first hospital night, when he was still running a high fever, and under some powerful sedatives, how he had looked up at Trent, winked, and asked him to rub his itch. Trent had almost split a gut, because he knew exactly what itch Rob had wanted scratched. The guy was more of a sex pig, than he had ever thought one man could be.

What had made it so funny, was that the male orderly was in the room, and offered to scratch whatever was irritating Rob. Fact that he was rather cute, and had been the subject of an early discussion on how Rob wouldn’t mind a nice sponge bath from him, only added to the moment. And in typical Rob fashion, he had merely looked at the orderly, and told him that only his hubby could scratch that particular itch.

The guy’s face had been a study in changing seasons. From concern, to consternation, to sudden realization, to embarrassment. He was a nice guy, but you could see how his face dropped when it dawned on him exactly what Rob had been asking for. He had stared at him, then over at Trent, his lips quivering, his eyes fluttering, as he tried to figure out what to say, if anything.

He opted for nothing, and quickly left the room, with Rob trying to lift himself up, to stare at his butt as he swished out of the room. It was those moments, that really made what they had special. While Rob’s mouth was certainly getting them more notoriety than Trent was comfortable with, it really didn’t matter at the end of the day.

When they would lay together, side by side, and Trent would have to undress Rob. How they would talk about the day, about those little moments when the straight world had been turned upside down by a crippled queer. How he enjoyed his moments of watching their faces, at how their mouths would tremble, trying to say something, without being offensive.

At the very beginning, after Rob had been evacuated to Germany, for better care, Trent had thought it was simply his way of getting back. He had been surprised at how often Rob would let people know about who he was, about his homosexuality. It bothered him, because while the cat was out of the bag for him, too, he didn’t think it right to flaunt it.

Yet when he had casually mentioned it to Rob, it was what had set off their first real disagreement. Hell, it had been a knock em out, drag em down, battle royal actually. Oh, he could smile now, but back then, he didn’t see any humor in it. He had even wondered why he had thrown his whole military career away, on someone like Rob, but finally the shouting grew to a distant roar, and he began to actually listen to the words.

That discussion had been one for the books. The way Rob’s face had twisted in anger, his too. Never before had he felt such anger, such disgust too. There were things he had said that he instantly had regretted, but Rob wouldn’t let him off the hook either. He had pursued it, like a dog with a bone in its jaws. No way was he going to let it go, and now, well now Trent understood it better.

Course, when Rob had said he damn well needed to know where Trent stood on it, given how he was planning to spend his entire life with him, well it changed the whole argument. It also made him realize that in many ways, Rob had planned it that way. He was a calculating son of a bitch, at times, but then, maybe that was why so many respected him. He saw not just the next hill, but beyond the whole range of hills.

He knew that it would be hard for Trent, not the gay stuff, but what if Rob’s determination to walk again, didn’t work out? Could Trent handle that, could their relationship handle that? In some ways, the whole being gay thing, wasn’t what they fought about, but the feelings of guilt, of fear too.

Just like back when he had been eighteen, unwilling to admit he liked guys, that he wanted dick not pussy. Now it was the same, in many ways. Was he really willing to spend to his remaining years looking after a cripple? Was he prepared to have his sex life limited by braces, by broken limbs?

Yet each time he had thought about it, he too had wondered, but the memories, they were just too much, too overpowering. Still, Rob knew that too, making sure that Trent did, as well. It was all part of the whole transition, from military life, to one of domestic bliss, as Rob put it. Only thing was, domestic bliss had its pitfalls, its battlefields too.

At first he didn’t think he could handle it, making his private life, public. Yet with Rob, it was like, it didn’t matter, because he had him to come home to, to be with. Strange, because he had never felt so alive, as when around Rob. Specially after the trial, after what had been described as a brilliant military career had come to a close.

None of it matter, and yet sitting alone in that dingy apartment, after the final gavel of the Courts Martial, after the rendered judgement of his peers, it didn’t seem to matter. He had Rob, and Rob him.

They had lain on the bed, the hot stuffiness of the room making the shirts stick to their skin, when Rob had looked up at him, and just smiled. It was like the future didn’t seem so dark, so ominous. It was as if a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders, as Rob pulled himself up on the bed, so his back lay against the headboard.

What if it doesn’t get any better than this? Can you handle it Trent?

He had seen the look, seen the way he was being given a way out. Trent knew that look, had seen it many times, when he had even grabbed at it. As he studied his friend, and his friend him, he saw it all flash before him. The tent, the way the sleeping bags had been laid out for them both.

But there wasn’t any eighteen year olds spread out on them. Instead there was a wheelchair to one side, metal crutches next to it, and shiny metal braces on the seat of the wheelchair. He could see two old men, hair white for the most part, where there was any hair. It was them both, but not in the past, but the future.

He had shaken his head, to clear the image, but it persisted, as he realized that his mind was transporting him to what it might be, if things didn’t get better, if Rob didn’t manage to confound the Doctors.

It scared him, to peer into the possible future. Here he was, discharged, unsure what he would be doing at his age, with a cripple to care for. Maybe that was harsh, but it was the truth, and one thing he knew, the truth never stayed hidden for long. Could he cope? Could he manage the rest of his life, looking after someone who couldn’t look after themselves?

Not the sex, because that was what it would be, but the rest of it. The having to help him to the bathroom, and afterwards. The having to bathe him, to clean him up, because he couldn’t do it for himself. Could he spend the rest of his life, dealing with that, as well as all the rest? The medical bills, the medical crisis that would surely follow as they both grew older, could he deal with that, and still love him?

Looking at the vision, of what might be, he wondered if he could, and he felt a cold chill in his heart, despite the warmth of the small room. Despite his shirt being sticky with his sweat, he felt a coldness in his heart, as his eyes looked downwards, and across the room. There was the wheelchair, dark and forbidding, the crutches off to the side. Just as in his vision, but they looked dark, forbidding, as he turned his eyes back to his friend.

Already he had made sacrifices, to be with him. He had outed himself, had thrown his entire career away, and for what? Damaged Goods? That was what some would think, would believe, and yet, did he believe that? Was Rob damaged?

Sure, he had no feeling in his legs, his arms were barely strong enough to pull himself up into a sitting position, and while he had managed to wheel the chair for a little distance, he still couldn’t get around with being pushed. He might make it to the bathroom, but that exhausted him, least then it did.

The sun shone off some stones, blinding him for a minute, as he saw the struggling figure of the man, making his way down the road towards the gate. Yes, now he could walk, now he could manage a lot more than just wheeling himself to the edge of a bathroom 40 or so feet away.

Back then, they didn’t know what lay ahead. Back then, Trent had no idea what Rob could manage, or not. Neither did Rob, and the question had to be asked, the way out had to be given. He could see that now, see it then too. He knew Rob was just as frightened, but he was thinking of Trent, when he had asked.

Trent hadn’t answered Rob, instead he had simply stood up, and took off his sweat soaked shirt, tossing it aside, while unbuckling his belt and throwing his clothes off. His eyes had never left Rob’s, which seemed to grow wider with each discarded piece of Trent’s clothing.

He stood there, stark naked, as he stared at his friend. It was like yesterday, as he watched his friend make it to the gate now. His body had tingled, as he had stood there, seeing the way Rob’s face looked at him. Seeing how his eyes sparkled, as he moved slowly towards him. Rob had licked his lips, as Trent moved around the bed, to stand beside him.

The way his face looked up at him, as he towered over him. How he flinched, as he reached out with his hand, to tussle his hair, to run the back of his hand down his friend’s face. He could see it all now, as if he was there. How hot his cheeks felt, how flushed he was, as he let his hand move down, as he sat on the edge of the bed.

There was no mistaking the fear that existed either. Yet he seemed unwilling to let it stop him, as his hand moved down his friends face, to rest lightly on his chest, near one side of him. He could feel the irregular beat of the heart, feel him sucking in air, afraid to let it out, until forced to. The way his whole body seemed to be on edge, as if wound up tight, beyond its ability, ready to explode. Trent felt it all, as his hand rested there, as they looked at each other.

Yes the vision of the camping trip had been altered. There was a wheelchair, but it was still the same tent, still the same sleeping bags. So there was some added stuff, it didn’t change how he had felt that time when they were just eighteen, it hadn’t changed how excited he felt, being touched by Rob, or by him touching Rob.

Nothing was really different. Sure, time had marched on, things had changed, but so? They were still the same, older, more experienced, had more to share, so what if Rob couldn’t run a marathon anymore? So what if he needed Trent to shift his legs, to lay them out? It was still him, still the same man inside, and wasn’t that what had made him fall for him, in the first place?

He had let his hand move downwards, to run across Rob’s crotch, as he thought about it all, as he thought about how he had always liked Rob, how before that birthday party, he had been attracted to him. It wasn’t his good looks, wasn’t his lock of hair that he would wipe away, or how his basket would bulge at times.

It was how he felt after they talked, how he would lay next to him, on those sleep overs, and just be there. It wasn’t his dick, or his ass, it was him. It was how it felt to have his warm breath blow across his chest, or his face. It was how he felt each time he looked at him with those eyes, always sparkling.

That is what made him want him, made him dream of him when they were apart. It was how he was always watching Trent’s back, without it seeming like he was. His hand had stopped over Rob’s groin, and he began to unbuckle his pants, to let his hand slide underneath, as his eyes stared deeply into those of Rob. He could feel him, not just his hard penis, but the man himself.

It had made him shudder then, and it did again now. He felt the rolling tremor inside, just as he had back then, as he told him, in his own way, that it didn’t matter. The fear he had, seemed gone the instant his hand touched Rob’s penis. The very instant he felt his warm body, felt his heart beating, he knew he could manage whatever the future would hurl at them both.

If Rob never walked, if this was indeed as good as it got, he’d manage. It wasn’t some form of penance either, because he didn’t see it as an obligation. Just as then, he felt the excitement inside, felt the tingling as he undid the pants some more, as he pushed them open.

He breathed in deeply then, smelling his scent, his aroma. Just as then, he could smell it now, feel it waft around his nostrils, float deep down into his nasal passage to make his heart quiver with the excitement. Just as then, Trent could feel it all over again.

How good it had felt to touch him, to let his hand move down, and push the shorts down, so that Rob’s penis stuck up, fully aroused. His legs might not work, but that third leg had no trouble standing up. How it had felt, had trembled to his light touch. Trent could feel it throb, through the tips of his fingers, as he let them move up and down the hard pole. His eyes could see the little flickers inside of Rob’s eyes, as his fingers moved up and down, then around the head.

His eyes never left Rob’s, as his fingers seemed to know where to move, how to move, no matter in which way Rob’s cock jerked, or moved to his touch. It all seemed like they were connected in ways, that were impossible to be, but he felt it then, felt it now, and yes, he had felt it ever since. They were connected.

His body shook, just as it did that time too. Trent could feel the way his legs grew stiff, how his heart began to race, as his fingers just moved across the throbbing pole, at how they sensed the blood pumping through the organ, feeling every drop as it rushed past. It didn’t make sense, but he could feel each drop, feel its warmth, its very essence, and he could see it too, see it in Rob’s eyes.

The way he looked, how when his heart skipped a beat, he could see that too, see the chest rising and falling as his breathe became labored, became shallow, as his body reacted to his simple touch. Trent could hear his questions to, his constant question of if he was sure, if he was certain.

Yet as he heard the question being asked, his body was responding, telling him yes, soothing his frightened nerves, with reassurances, that no words could ever give. How calm he had felt, as his fingers moved down the hard pole, to circle the shaft, to feel its power, as it shook to his touch. How at ease he felt, as his body gave Rob the answer he wanted, the answer he needed to hear.

Closing his eyes, he could see it all again. See how the vision of the tent, switched from two old men laying on the sleeping bag, to two eighteen year olds, exhausted by the night’s passion. He smiled, as he felt his groin stir, as he felt Rob’s cum spurting through his fingers.

How neither of them seemed surprised either, as they just stared at each other, as Rob’s body shook, as his milk flowed. How he felt his own body shake, felt his own heart quicken, as it felt the hot jizz flow past his fingers. It was as good as if they had been having intercourse. The moment was right, for just what they had done.

How Rob’s chest had heaved, how his eyes had shone, as the last of his milk dribbled out. The way he had looked at him, had felt the calm entering his friend’s body, and mind. They never did speak about the ‘what if’ again, they simply didn’t need to. They had answered the question, the only way they could, with deeds, not words.

Trent heard his name, and he shook his head, to stare out at the front. There was Rob, at the mailbox, and he was waving the envelope. He smiled, as he left his post, to head outside. The blast of hot air assailed him, but he didn’t care as he jogged down the path, to his friend. Trent could see his eyes sparkling, see how his body seemed a bit more erect, a bit stronger.

Coming to stand in front of him, he saw the State Seal on the envelope. He smiled, as he held Rob’s hand, as he ripped it open, to pull it out. He saw the fancy writing, saw it all as Rob turned from looking at the certificate to look up at him. The canes were in one hand, suddenly fell to the ground, as Rob just looked at Trent.

It’s official now

Trent felt the tears at the corner of his eyes, as he saw the small grin on his friend’s face. It was like being eighteen again, as he leaned forward, and pushed the hand holding the certificate to one side. With his other hand, he lifted up his friend’s face, and stared into it.

Was there any doubt?

As he said it, he leaned forward and kissed Rob fully on the mouth. A car whizzed past, honking as it did, but he barely heard it above the roar of his heart. He felt Rob’s body pulse, felt it shake, as they held each other, tasting each other. The tent, the crackling fire, all of it was there, parading past them, as they clung to each other, feeling the satisfaction of having reached this moment, together.

The license lay between them, clenched in both of their hands, as they broke apart, and looked into each other’s eyes, for the millionth time. It felt right, now, just as it had back then, so many years ago. Rob smiled, as he held onto Trent. His body swayed, but he reached up, and wiped away that rebellious lock of hair, grinning as he did, recognizing the glint in Trent’s face.

We’re legal now

He couldn’t help but grin, at seeing the joy in Rob’s face. Deep down inside, he knew he too was just as happy, just as excited. At long last, part of their struggle was over, part of their pain was now gone.

You Non Coms, we have always been legal.

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24May

Story – On The Run (pt.1)

On The Run

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (1)

He moved behind the huge Tree, leaning against its ancient trunk, knowing its size would hide him from view, as he tried to catch his breath. Cocking his head to one side, he tried to listen, to try and figure out if he had given them the slip or not. His heart was pounding so hard, it felt like it would explode, as he struggled to catch his breath.

TJ felt the pain in his chest, as he leaned against the warm bark of the tree. He had been on the run for a week now. He really thought they had given up, until this morning, when he had spotted the group of men at the clearing to the Old Hastings’s farm. Man it had shaken him, to see all those State Troopers, the dogs, and all the other’s out there, obviously holding rifles.

Shit, you would think he was some mass murderer the way they were out there, so many of them, all trying to nab him. He sucked in more air, trying to get his chest to stop heaving, to get his heart to stop racing, but he was finding it harder. Course not eating for a few days wasn’t exactly helping. He felt weak from the lack of food, and the only liquid he had, was from the stream he had managed to use to hopefully throw the dogs off his scent.

No way was he going to give up either, no matter how hard it was. They were going to have to catch him first, and he wasn’t going to make it easy. He had lived in the country all his life, he knew the tricks, and so far, had managed to elude the Cops and others. Wasn’t easy, and food was a problem. TJ felt the hunger pangs in his stomach, as he tried to let his body relax, to horde what little strength he had left.

The way they were all after him, made him tense up, as the wind blew through the dense overhang of trees. He smiled, as he wondered what it was that had so many after his scrawny hide? Okay, so he was noted for being a hard case, but hell, it wasn’t like he had an easy childhood. Both of his parents had been hard working, and weren’t what you would call educated folk either.

He helped work the farm ever since he could remember, and sure, he had gotten into trouble as a kid. Unlike the kids in town, he never had good lawyers, so he had done time in the Youth Authority. He had learned a lot there, which maybe wasn’t socially accepted, though it was handy in just plain surviving, but it wasn’t like he was the scholarly type. School and him, well it was like oil and water, it just never mixed.

Now here he was, just a few months shy of being twenty, and the whole damn County was after his hide, and for what? He hadn’t killed anyone, didn’t even steal a nickel, and as far as he could figure, it was simply because he had been out scavenging near Miller’s Pond. Okay so it was private land, not like he was living there. All he had done was drop a line in the pond, trying to hook some fish for dinner.

When some rent a cop had come out of the far woods, and yelled him, he had left. Hell he had even left his rod at the edge of the pond, so what was the big deal? Yet the guy had chased him, and he had hidden out in the big barn, until he had long gone. So there was a group of guys yakking near the barn, wasn’t like he had been able to make out what they were saying.

Yet when he had been just about to make his way into the woods, another rent a cop had spotted him, yelled, and since then he had been on the run. He didn’t get it, and now the real Cops were after him too. Like what the fuck? TJ let himself slide down, to rest his back against the trunk, while stretching his legs out in front of him. He felt the pain in his chest ease a bit, as he tried to figure out, why the whole world was suddenly after him.

He had used Miller’s pond many times, for fishing, for just bathing too. Ever since the Twister had come through a few years back, taking his parents, and his whole life, he had managed by foraging in the woods, by taking odd jobs from the few in town that would give him any work. Not like the guys up at the big house that owned the land Miller’s pond was on, ever did, but hell, they had lots. So he took a fish or two, or managed to nail a rabbit or something.

Wasn’t like he was taking one of their cows or pigs, or even chickens for that matter. Still, it was odd, to have so many rent a cops on the place. Normally there were a couple of old geezers, who walked around, but that night a week ago, it was like the place was crawling with them. Didn’t make much sense, and then the guys nattering by the barn. They weren’t talking English, least not that he could understand, still, he didn’t do dick. So what was their problem, and how did they get the local troopers after him too?

Even old Roy the Sheriff and his two deputies, Ben and Bobby Rae where at Miller’s place, and they knew him. They knew he was no trouble, but there they had been, as big as life, toting their shotguns in the air. It was like he was Osama, the way they were all packing. No way was he going to just saunter in, give himself up. It just didn’t feel right, and he had a knack for knowing that stuff.

He missed the folks, but while he never had much, they did their best for him. Hell his Dad never once whipped his ass, though he was certain he wanted to a few times. Like that time he had caught him messing with the neighbours outhouse, or when he had caught him and Sean jerking off together by the town dump.

Man his dad had been mad, but he never once hit him, and he owed his skills in the woods to the man. Every Sunday, while his mother went to Church, he and his dad went into the woods, where he was taught how to survive, how to know the signs. Religion and his dad never mixed, but he never knew why. All he knew was that Sundays were always the best times.

His dad would get him up, and together they would trudge a few miles to come to these woods, the one he was in now, hiding from the law. Even then, his father knew about him, but never once cussed him out, or raised his hand to him. He talked about it, once, but then his dad was never one for lots of words. He would say his piece, and that would be it. His mother wasn’t any different, just a bit more gentle about the words she used.

If he could just get back to his squat, maybe he could get his gear, and enough to make it out of the County. Yet, he figured the risk was too high, but then again, they had spotted him clear on the opposite side of his place, moving away from it. Maybe, just maybe they wouldn’t expect him to double back?

He could grab his outdoor stuff, backpack, sleeping gear, and the radio. Then maybe he might just find out what the fuck they were after him for. Plus, he had a few bucks stashed near there, which he could use once he got out of the County. His father wouldn’t be happy about his predicament either. He always told him, when going out in the woods, take the essentials. TJ was wishing he had remembered that advice now, as he felt the pain easing, and realized that he must have given the dogs the slip.

There was an old hunting shack off to the west, about a day’s walk from where he was now. If he could make it there for the night, he might find some canned stuff still there. It wasn’t well known, except by the ardent hunters in the area, who kept it stocked for emergencies. He had used it a few times, and he doubted if it would be watched.

Picking himself up, he made his way forwards, knowing of the stream up ahead, that he could wade, that would wind its way both South, as well as branch off to the West. He would take the branch, sticking to the stream so as to not give them a clue that he had turned off. If they were following him, they’d find his tracks, his scent which was still heading South, and if they came to the stream, well, they’d assume he would keep on going South.

Plus, the stream came pretty near the old hunting shack. It was far enough down that he doubted anyone would track him along that far. No one would figure on him turning off, least he was counting on it.

Stepping into the cool stream water, he felt his body shake a bit, then relax, as he began to walk slowly through the stream, heading South. It wasn’t deep, least not at most places. A few areas where up to his stomach, but most of the water simply lapped around his knees as he waded forward, stopping now and then to listen to the sounds of the woods.

Luck was maybe coming back to him, as he still hadn’t heard any distant barks or out of the ordinary noises. As the day wore on, he started to move a bit faster. His stops became a little less frequent, as his confidence grew. Still, he had learned not to get over confident, and the water was starting to cool off, as the sun began to fade from above the tree covering.

The odd fish swam past, but he didn’t try to catch any, despite the hunger in his belly. He could, knowing how to stand still, how to plunge his hands in and grab a fish. It had taken him a few Sunday’s to learn that one from his dad, but even if he caught one, he didn’t think he was hungry enough to eat it raw. Starting a fire would be like calling those who were after him, and telling them his location.

He had eaten raw fish before, and it had made him puke something fierce. Again, he wasn’t about to leave any tell tale signs he was moving away from his southern path. Still, he could feel the hunger gnawing at him, trying to get him to give in, but he was stubborn. Just one of his many traits that had gotten him into more trouble than out of it.

As the night began to creep up, and slowed his pace down, he thought about that time Mister Jenkins from the corner store had accused him of stealing some candy. Old Roy had picked him up, and taken him in. TJ had just turned 18 then, and Sheriff Roy had given him a choice, an old fashioned whipping out back of the station, or his admission and apology for stealing from Mister Jenkins.

Thinking about that time, he felt a smile cross his face, because he hadn’t stolen a thing from Jenkins. It had been one of the Twins, but Jenkins had seen him near the counter, and figured it was that no good white trash TJ, which is how he had put it to Sheriff Roy. He was wrong, and besides, he never did like Jenkins.

The Twins, Rick and Ron, were just heading off to college, and he always had a crush on Rick, so that was one reason he wouldn’t tell on them. The other of course, because he was stubborn. No way would he apologize for something he didn’t do, nor would he rat out friends. Sheriff Roy was old school, in that he didn’t believe in jail time for small offences. He dished out the punishment, fitting the crime, as he would say when campaigning. Most seemed happy with that, and so he took his whipping.

He had felt uneasy about it at the time, specially the way Bobby Rae and Ben leered at him, and made their smart ass comments. He hated Bobby Rae, and one day he knew he’d get even, but then, well he just took the whipping. He enjoyed the disappointment on the faces of both deputies when he never once cried out either. And Sheriff Roy wasn’t the type to hold back as he let go with that old switch of his.

The marks on his ass, well the welts were visible for nearly six months afterwards, but he didn’t care. It wasn’t like he had many who would notice, as the Twins had gone off to College. Course, before they had left, Rick had shown his appreciation for TJ not giving them up. He didn’t have to, but it was decent of him.

His feet were feeling the cold, but as he continued moving slowly along the stream, he couldn’t help but think back to when he had taken the whipping, and how both Rick and Ron had appreciated it.

The whipping had been done out back, and according to Sheriff Roy’s standard practice, there were witnesses. Naturally the wronged party was present to witness his punishment, then he would have the kids from the High School along as well. Sheriff Roy believed in instilling his brand of Justice in all impressionable kids, so the entire Grade Ten students were present.

The Pastor would also be there, along with the County Judge, to sort of lend some form of legality to it all. Usually one or two of the more prominent city citizens would attend. The whipping was simple, he would tell all assembled what the crime had been, and what the punishment would be, that being how many whacks across his buttocks he would get with the old switch.

It was made from Hickory wood. The Sheriff had made his speech, then made him bend over the wooden planked table. The Deputies tied his legs to the table legs, and then good old Bobby Rae came beside him, and yanked his pants down. He had heard the gasp and the little bit of giggles from the crowd behind him.

His pants were shoved down to just under his thighs, a bit above his knees. His shorts were also shoved down as well, so his bare bottom was showing, sticking out towards the assembled witnesses. It was that which got the girls from the school giggling, and it also is what got Bobby Rae making his remarks into TJ’s ear.

Him being gay was no secret in town, and for the most part no one seemed to care much. Except Bobby Rae of course, who took delight in calling him sissy boy, or faggot. He would ignore it, but one day, he’d get even, when Bobby Rae wasn’t sporting a badge and gun. He took great delight in making fun of him, and the whipping was just one more of those times.

The first blow had made him wince, and sort of lean forward, which had gotten Bobby Rae snickering. He had turned his face to look over at him, and instead of glaring, he had smiled at him. It had made Bobby Rae very angry, even as he kept the smile on his face when the second stinging blow had landed across his bare buttocks. Damn it had hurt, but he had been too stubborn to show it.

Each blow had made him grunt, even groan a bit, but not once did he yell or cry out. Sheriff Roy spaced each blow, counting them out, after they had struck. It had hurt like hell, and he wanted to cry out, but he refused. He even had bit his lip until it bled, as the last blows were delivered.

The pain kept rolling up and down his spine, just barely seeming to lessen before the next blow would start the waves of pain all over again. Tears had quickly welled up in his eyes, but he refused to let them know how much it hurt. Bobby Rae sure didn’t like that, and he was fairly certain Sheriff Roy didn’t either. Least judging by how the blows came harder, as he just took it.

The crowd had quickly grown silent too, realizing that he was not just stubborn, but had some steel to him. Grit they called it, but it was really simple for him. He didn’t do it, and wasn’t about to apologize for something he didn’t do. It was like he could feel each blow, everywhere.

When it would land, the pain would just seem to rush up and down, making even his toes curl in agony. Even the hair on his head seemed to hurt, as each blow fell across his bare cheeks. Yet, it wasn’t the blows that hurt as much as the comments by Bobby Rae, and by the Preacher too.

In some ways he rather thought Bobby Rae was getting off on seeing him get whacked, or maybe it was his naked butt that had him all excited? Could be, given how the guy was always bugging him, always commenting on his sex life, as if he had to prove himself to TJ. Not like he gave a shit about the guy, and okay, he wasn’t ugly, but not TJ”s type.

Now the Twins, they were his type. He liked their boyish looks, the smooth skin of their faces, and bodies too. There was something about the way they smelled too, from the fancy soap they used. It all was what made them ideal to him, that and their long lanky bodies. Both of them were just about six foot, both about a nice solid 150 to 160, with not an ounce of fat anywhere.

They had long arms, muscular at the upper regions, and the tiny blond hairs were more like fuzz, than hair. Yet it was how they would smile, how their lips would curl up into a smile, the nose crinkle up, the eyes simply crackle with excitement, that gave him a boner.

Naturally the full baskets the two of them sported certainly added to the anticipation, but he was certain good old Bobby Rae would take to dick like a dolphin to water, except the dolphin was more graceful. Still as the cold water of the stream made his feet numb, he realized that Bobby Rae would love to be the one to catch him, He also was certain that if he did, he wouldn’t make it to the station without a stay at some hospital.

Sheriff Roy wouldn’t care much either way, and the Preacher would probably give Bobby Rae some special mention or prayer for apprehending a dangerous queer and sinner. Even now, so long after his whipping, he could feel the odd twinge that reminded him of that time, of all those mumbled words the man spoke, of the insults from Bobby Rae. Yet it was more the way Rick and Ron had looked at him, that seemed to make it worth remembering.

How Rick had been at his place, waiting for him to return, how he had known enough to not offer to help him get inside, or anything like that. Ron had been there too, with a look that made TJ glad he had not let either of them down. It wasn’t that they were bad, or needed to steal from Jenkins, it was just that Jenkins was one of those you naturally wanted to give grief too.

They had made dinner for him, and had simply talked, about everything but the whole ordeal. One of the things he liked about the Twins, was that they didn’t have to ask him what he would do. They knew him and he them, well enough that certain things could be taken for granted. If they had been in town now, he knew he could count on them for help, just as they knew he wouldn’t tattle on them, back then.

TJ had talked with them, before he was to report for the whipping, and Ron had wanted to go to the Sheriff, and confess, but he, along with Rick, had persuaded him not. After all, it would ruin their going away to college. Sheriff Roy and Jenkins would have seen to that, as to them it would be fitting punishment. The town was that way, nasty really.

Still, there was a sense of justice, that he had to admire. When his folks had died in the twister, they had looked after him, even though they knew he was queer. Sheriff Roy had him stay in the station, but he had brought him home cooking from his wife, and clothes too. Even Bobby Rae laid off him and didn’t add insult to injury. The town even paid for the funeral for his folks, did them proud too, so he couldn’t really hate them.

So why were they after him? He hadn’t done anything, but run. Sure, they might see that as being a sign of guilt, but he knew them too. Once they made up their minds that he was at fault, for whatever, he’d have to pay for it. He just wasn’t about to do that, and without the Twins to talk to, well, taking to the woods seemed sensible.

Turning the bend, he could see the small hill to the left, knowing he was coming closer to the old hunting cabin. The water was colder too, as it had slowly led upwards, and the sight of the valley to the right told him he was on target. There was no sounds, other than normal night sounds, plus his sluggish feet pushing through the water. Still, he stopped, listened for a bit, despite the cold, before moving further up the stream.

While listening, hearing the soft sounds of the water running past his legs, he remembered how Rick had soothed the pain in his buttocks. How his hand had felt so gentle as it slowly wiped the blood from his scarred cheeks, with a warm cloth. He could feel the pain now and then, but it didn’t seem to be sharp, as Rick dapped at his cheeks, getting the clotted blood free without pulling.

It was those little things, that made Rick and Ron both, more attractive than just their physical looks. Rick had such a nice touch, and he knew how to use it, both in helping a friend, and in doing a friend. Those were good times, when the three of them would spend the weekends camping out, just enjoying the freedom.

Ron was the sex maniac, which usually left Rick to watch as he and Ron made out. Yet when he got back that time, it was Rick who tended to him, while Ron did the watching. You could see it in his eyes, as he watched how his older brother, by 10 minutes, wiped TJ’s ass, then slowly applied the salve the doc had given TJ when he left. Even that was typical of the town.

They beat him, without evidence, then gave him the medicine to take care of the wounds. Be better if they had applied it, but the Town wasn’t willing to splurge for a doctor’s bill, just the medicine. Even a couple of pain killers were added, which he still had in a bottle at his place. TJ smiled at that, knowing how it would piss Bobby Rae if he ever found out that he hadn’t used them.

A shiver went up and down as spine, as he came up to the spot, where he would have to leave the stream, and head up to the cabin. He stopped, smelling and listening. There was no burned wood scent in the air, meaning the cabin was most likely empty. If not it surely would have a log or two burning in the fireplace, to ward off the night cold, so that was promising. The sound of night animals was usual, again making it seem like no one was in the cabin. Animals had a way of knowing, and warning others, if humans were near. So far, so good, he thought as he slowly climbed out of the water, getting down onto his belly.

He rested, and turned over, to rub his legs and restore the blood circulation that the cold had slowed. He didn’t want to approach with weak legs, in case he had read the signs wrong. His father had taught him that, to be extra careful, and so far it had kept him safe. It had helped him go away from his own place, so that maybe now, it might be safe enough to sneak in, grab his gear, and head off.

The cabin was just a way to keep his wits about. It was a place for possible food, but also not in the direction he wanted to go. Just in case they tumbled to it, they might not figure he was doubling back, giving him time. He needed that time, to figure it out, to make a plan.

With his legs feeling better, he turned back onto his belly, and stared up at where the cabin was. It had no lights, nothing to show anyone was there, but still the hair on the back of his neck were on edge. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right, as he stared at the place, then looked around.

There was no signs of anyone, but he didn’t just get up and head for the place. Slowly he inched his way around, stopping every few minutes to listen. No other sounds but his own heavy breathing made an impression, as he crawled full circle around the cabin. Carefully he continued to inch his way forward, then go around, then forward. He kept the hill ahead, so if someone was there, if they stood up to surprise him, he had the hill to roll down, to escape quickly.

Finally he was close enough that he felt safe enough to stand up, in a squatting position. Looking all around slowly, he felt like there was no choice. If anyone was there, they were as good as him in being silent. He didn’t think anyone could be that good, except maybe Rick and Ron.

One last look around, then he quickly stood up and made for the cabin door. He turned the knob fast, so as to not let it make any extra noise, then pushed open the door in one quick movement. If the place was being watched, they’d not hear him enter it, nor have much time to see either, as he was in so fast.

Closing the door even as his foot just cleared the door frame, he breathed a sigh of relief. He was in, and no one had yelled, and even the animals didn’t seem to notice all that much. He leaned against the door, realizing how tense he had been. His chest ached a bit, as he gulped in the air, when he smelled it.

His eyes grew wide, as he realized that the cabin didn’t have a musky scent to it. It should, considering no one would have been here for months. Just as the thought was making its way through his mind, as his skin grew clammy, the words cut through the night like a gunshot.

Figured you’d come this way first

See what goes on in Ace\'s Bedroom

14May

Story – Caught (pt.1)

Caught

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (1)

Terry looked around, and just listened. The sounds of the birds chirping, the water rushing over some rocks and flowing downstream were all he heard, as he stood there, just listening. There hadn’t been any cars in the lot, and glancing up, he could see the sun shining through the tree tops. It really was a perfect spot, as he laid out the blanket, and his small bag, then he took out the new video camera he had bought.

Holding it in his hand, he looked around and then noticed the worn stump, near his blanket. It would be perfect, he thought as he turned the camera on and started to film the surrounding bush. He kind of liked the rustic look, and felt a bit foolish for being here, but then, it was better than being back at the dorm room.

At least here he would have some privacy, and not have people barging in, asking for his room mate or wanting to know if he was going to the cafeteria or to the student union building. He hated all those interruptions, but then it was college life. At first he had rather enjoyed it, but now he was feeling a bit put off by the total lack of privacy.

Like how was a guy supposed to jerk off, when it was like Grand Central Station in his dorm room? Not that he wouldn’t mind showing off for some of the others, though he rather doubted any of them would appreciate it. Certainly Damian wouldn’t, which was a shame. He rather liked how he looked, and he was always in a state of undress too. Come to think of it, he couldn’t really picture ever seeing him in the dorm area when he wasn’t walking around shirtless, or in his underwear. Course, unless he was just coming in or leaving that is, but damn it was hard to see him strut around, half naked all the time.

After all, the guy was hot, and he was one of those who knew it too. The way he would toss his curly blond hair, when he would look at you. How his deep blue eyes would always be sparkling, were hard to ignore. They were so piercing at times, as if he could read your mind, though he doubted Damian would want to read his mind.

Shit, every time he saw him, he got a boner, and yet it was like he didn’t exist, other than as a message centre for his room mate. About the only time Damian ever spoke to him, was when he was looking for Craig, and then it was always like he couldn’t wait to get away from him. At first he didn’t let it bother him, but it was bugging him lately, mainly because he didn’t think he was a geek or some ugly frog.

Hell, couple of times that he had ventured out into the dating scene, he had found he was considered a bit of a catch. Okay, maybe not by the Damian’s of the world, but he wasn’t fat, didn’t smoke, had clear skin, and he was no dead lay. So he didn’t have the rippling muscles, or python type biceps, he wasn’t some 98 pound weakling either. Nor was he what they called gangly, he could catch a football, baseball, and not throw it back like some girl either.

So he wasn’t on any sports team, nor was Damian, so how come he was the pariah for guys like Damian? Sure, he was always out dating some girl, but it wasn’t like Terry walked around with a sign saying ‘Queer Boy’ or anything. Far as he knew, no one in the dorm knew he was, which is why he had come out here, to this little grove of trees. He just couldn’t keep going to some bathroom to whack off, to play with himself.

Besides he was tired of having to rush it. He wanted to enjoy a nice good old fashioned jerk off, without worrying about someone walking in, or someone banging on the stall door telling him to hurry it up. He just wanted to stretch out, think of guys, and let nature take its course.

The video camera was a last second thought. He figured if he could video tape his fun, well, it might be of some comfort back at the dorm, specially on the weekends when everyone was off looking to get lucky, leaving him at the dorm. It was about the only time when he felt safe enough to jerk off in his room, when locking it wouldn’t seem unusual.

That was the other thing about dorm life that had him feeling down. Seemed that if you locked your dorm room during the week, everyone seemed to assume you were jerking off. No one seemed to think it was just a way to avoid interruption, like for studying. Then too, it seemed most in the dorm weren’t all that interested in that aspect of college life, least not how he was.

Sure, he was maybe a bit of a bookworm, but hell, it had cost his parents a bundle to send him here, and he was taught the value of money. So yeah he took studying seriously, to get his work done, and not scribble something at the last minute. Craig was one of those, always Sunday night working late, trying to finish a week’s worth of work in a single night.

He put the camera down, and leaned down on one knee to stare at the screen, to adjust the focus, to make sure it would capture him on the blanket. It looked good, so he turned on the timer, and got down in front of it, on the blanket. Taking one last look around, he waited until he heard the little click, then the sound of the camera recording.

Slowly he undid his pants, and let them flop open to reveal his underwear. He ran his hand down his front, then up over his stomach, lifting up his shirt with his hand, to show off his belly. It wasn’t rippling, but it was firm, and he liked the touch of his hand over it. He’d have preferred Damian’s hand or anyone else’s, but his would do.

He let his hand move down under his white shorts, to touch his semi hard dick, pushing it out, showing the growing bulge of his pole to the camera, then he let his imagination start to take hold. He began by recalling all the guys in his dorm, the way so many would walk around in just a towel, a few without even that.

Terry wished that Damian would drop his just once, when he could see if he was right that Damian was uncut. It was part of his guessing game, to try and guess who was circumcised and who wasn’t. Foreskin was something he liked, being uncut himself. He liked how it would cover his cock head, until he made himself get fully aroused.

The way the skin would gradually tighten over his dick, how it would make it seem to thicken, to grow, was a bit of a thrill. He rather wished he knew about Damian, as it would make his fantasy perfect.

Opening his eyes, he stared out at the camera, then at how his hand was holding his cock. Terry pulled his dick out, and looked down at it. He saw how the veins were stretched, how the foreskin was still covering most of his cock head. Licking his lips, he raised his hand up, and spit on it, as he reached back down to coat his dick with his saliva. He felt a bit of a tremor inside, as he wonder what it would be like to do that with Damian, assuming he had an uncut dick.

For the life of him, he didn’t quite understand what it was about Damian that had him so obsessed with the guy. Wasn’t like he really noticed him, or paid him much attention. Certainly wasn’t like they were anything more than passing acquaintances or anything, yet he couldn’t help but keep thinking of what it would be like to do him, to touch him.

Hell, to kiss those thin lips, to wrap his around his well formed body was something he would love to do. Yet why? Okay so Damian was the type he liked, and so he had the build, the looks, it wasn’t like he was the only candidate for his desire? There were others, equally good looking, so why Damian?

Didn’t make sense, but as he thought about it, he could feel his cock stirring even more. Whatever Damian had, it was something Terry wanted to experience, to be a part of. Like to be able to hold him, to kiss him, to let his hand run down his rippling muscles, to maybe let a finger trace the outline of his pec, of his nipples. Maybe to even nip them a bit, sort of a tease, then to suck hard on them, would be something he was certain Damian would enjoy.

He could see it now, see how his hands would clench his shoulders, while he nibbled at the jutting out nipple, at how they would dig hard into his flesh as he sucked on each one, licking the tip of the nipple, feeling the muscles quiver as he did. Opening his eyes, he reached up and pushed his shorts down, and this time reached for his bottle of lube.

Terry flipped the cap open, then slowly poured the silicone gel over his hard dick, bringing the bottle up so it would drip down, like a waterfall or stream. Flipping the top closed with one hand, he reached back down to grip the hard pole, and gently he worked the lubricant all over his throbbing pole. He felt his body shudder, as he moved his closed hand over his cock head, feeling the foreskin tighten a bit more.

Yeah, Damian would quiver to his touch, how he would lick at his nipples, then how he would let his tongue drag down the centre of his chest, making the muscles shiver. It would be an amazing feeling, of that he was certain. How the rippling muscles would be quivering, as he let his tongue lick ever so lightly over the skin. Just enough so he’d notice it, feel it, but not enough to push back the skin, least not until he reached his belly.

Then he’d lick around the belly button, rolling his tongue a bit, to dig inside the belly button, then he’d do a quick hard drag of his tongue back upwards, then down again. He’d make Damian tremble that way, make him beg him to go down on him, or at least have his hands pushing his head down further, past the belly.

What a rush it would be, to let his mouth move down, to lick at his pubic hairs, those tiny little blond strands that always were sticking up from the towel. Man how he would make them stand, as he would work the soft skin between the thighs and the groin. His tongue knew how to please, how to just lightly lick at the soft moist flesh there.

Terry knew that he’d have Damian trembling, his legs quivering, as he would ignore the stiff dick. It would be stiff too, he was certain of that. After all, he knew how to get a guy hard, without even touching their dick. It was in the touch, the way he would use his mouth across his body, that would get him hard.

With his eyes shut tight, he could almost see him standing there, see his perfect body trembling as he would run his hands along his thighs, as they would gently pass over the small nearly invisible blond hairs. How his muscles would stiffen, as his warm hand would move lightly over them, making them tremble. Terry was good at that, he knew it, just as he knew how to please himself too. Still, the idea of doing Damian was becoming obsessive, to the point where he was out here, stroking his own dick, so as to not get caught.

It was becoming more difficult too, he thought, as the image of Damian, of his curly shaggy looking blond hair passed before his eyes. The way his nose was just slightly hooked at the tip, how the nostrils sometimes flared. Gawd, it was impossible to hold himself back, as he felt his hand quicken its pace, but he fought it, slowing it down, not wanting to end it just yet.

Hell, he had driven out of town, just for this spot, he wanted to enjoy his fantasy more, as his hand moved much slower, as the ache in his balls eased just enough. The twitching in his butt made him groan, as he stretched his legs out now, leaning back on the blanket. Terry could feel the rough ground beneath, but he didn’t care as he tried to focus on the images he had of Damian.

How he would move, and how he enjoyed watching his firm butt cheeks sway under that towel he was always wearing. Why the fuck couldn’t it fall, just once? Everyone else had their towels fall, now and then, but not Damian. It was like it was sewn to his body, which was damn frustrating.

Just a glimpse of his naked butt, would be enough to make his wanking ideal. Course he would prefer that Damian would be facing him, if his towel ever did slip, but Terry didn’t think he’d ever be that lucky. The way his body swayed as he walked, that sort of swagger, was enough to get Terry instantly hard. And he could tell that at times Damian wasn’t exactly soft.

Course the thick terry towel hid any details, which only made him more frustrated. Still, he knew it was above average, of that he was certain. Now if it was uncut, well he’d be in hog heaven.

Thinking of that, he fumbled for his bad, and pulled out his other little toy, a nice blue dildo. He kept that hidden well in his dorm room, but now he felt like he needed it. Without even opening his eyes, he managed to find his lube bottle, and get it opened, and pour some over the thick dildo. Still stroking his own hard on, he brought the dildo up to his upraised rectum, hoping his video camera was catching it all.

He smiled as he felt the tip of the dildo between his cheeks, as he moved it along the valley between, until the moist tip was wedged up to his hole. This was the part he rather enjoyed, the idea of trying to push it in, without letting the rest of his mind know. Sort of like how it really was, when you got fucked, to not know exactly the moment that the penetration was to happen.

Terry could see himself laying on his back, his legs up in the air, with Damian’s face looming over him. How it would feel to be staring up into those blue eyes, to see his hair dangling down, to see his nostrils flare, as he would wedge his dick between Terry’s upraised ass.

The idea made him catch his breath a little, as the fantasy played in front of his closed eyes. The way he would stare up, the way Damian would look down, the feel of his big dick wedged up to his hole, just like he had the dildo right now. He liked the blue one, it was what he thought Damian’s dick would be like, in size.

The press of the hard rubber up against his hole made him wince a bit, as he spread his legs a bit wider. Thinking of Damian, he knew he wouldn’t just ram it in, he would make him sweat a bit, make it slowly press up against his hole, until he was moaning, just like he was doing now. His voice would be soft, asking him if he realy wanted it, and he would be yelling ‘yes, god yes’ and Damian would just push a bit more, but not all the way, as he’d make him twist a bit, make him squirm.

Just like he was doing, he thought, as he gripped the end of the dildo, just like it felt as the tapered end pushed a bit more, as his legs trembled, then he knew Damian would pick the right moment. He would see it, see how Terry would be wanting him, would be moaning, and then he’d pull back just a bit, then he would push, with his hips.

His cock would split him quick, the first part of his cock head would fill the tiny hole, then wait a bit, as his cries would echo, then Damian would push a bit more, as the cock head would stretch him every so slowly, until he would feel tears welling up at the corner’s of his eyes.

Terry would have his head twisting and turning, biting his lip, as he felt the fullness of the cock head inside, the pain rolling unimpeded up and down his whole body. His legs would shudder, his chest would be heaving as he tried to breath, to let his body stretch, and then, just at the right moment, Damian would push inwards in one single motion.

His cock would drive past his tiny hole, making him cry out, as the head slid past and inside. It wouldn’t stop either, it would keep on going, until the whole throbbing pole was buried deep inside of him. Terry knew he would be moaning constantly, that he would be thrashing a bit, as he took the big cock, as he would feel the hard press of Damian’s crotch into his own buttocks.

The cock would go in deep, his whole insides would be forced to stretch wide, to accommodate what had to be a thick dick. His voice would grow weaker, as he would let the sensations roll through him, touching him where no one else ever had. He would feel his hands banging on the bed, or whatever he was resting on, as Damian’s body would grind hard into him.

Terry could feel Damian’s hot breath across his face, would find himself looking up into the deep blue eyes as they would come closer to him, and he would lift his head up, to meet Damian’s face. They would kiss hungrily, tasting each other quickly, as the cock would bury itself deeper into Terry’s willing body. How fucking full it would feel, how much the penetration would still be rolling inside of him, as he would clench his cheeks, holding every muscle inside tightly around the throbbing dick.

Damian would be panting, even groaning a bit, as he would begin to pull back, to slowly start the process all over again, and how he would twist his hips, so as to make the cock inside twist and turn. Terry would feel every inch of it being pulled back, then just when he would feel like it was about to be taken fully out, Damian would suddenly ram it in, driving it in faster and harder than anything.

It would feel like suddenly Damian had turned into a piston, the way he would drive his dick in and out, and then just when he would think he couldn’t take anymore, he would slow it down, making it agonizingly noticeable. How it would slide slowly back, until just the head was wedged inside, then it would push back in, slowly driving past his already stretched muscles. How they would tremble, as the dick would push past them effortlessly, how his whole body would be a mass of quivers.

Then once again the hard piston would take over, and he would feel his sweat dripping off him, to run down his own trembling body. How little rivers of sweat would roll down his heaving chest, rolling stomach, mingling with his own sweat. How his chest would ache, his balls would be so painful, that each time he felt Damian dig into him, they would shake, wanting to let go, to release their own precious liquid. How his own cock would be pressed up into his stomach, as Damian came down onto him.

His legs would become numb, as the weight of the guy would crush them down onto him, how his whole body weight would seem to just hang there, and then suddenly he’d be free, as the body lifted up, readying for one more giant rush in.

Terry felt it, as if Damian was really there, knowing that if he was, he would be ready to deliver the final blow, that final hard driving thrust, that would make it all come together. He could feel it, as it pushed deep into him, knowing it was his own hand pushing the dildo into his hole, believing it was Damian’s big powerful dick.

His hand left the dildo wedged hard into his rectum, reaching for his own throbbing pole, as he bit down on his lips, moaning now as his hand flew up and down his shaft, burning, as the ache in his balls grew to where he couldn’t stop it. His hand was a blur, as he twisted a little on the blanket, feeling the fullness inside, believing it was Damian, as his body suddenly tensed up.

The muscles in his legs tightened, and felt like steel bands, as his toes arced a bit inside his runners, as the muscles in his arm began to bulge and tighten. He felt his chest ache, felt his breath becoming more shallow, more desperate as he felt his balls sling upwards, then fall down. His body arched up, as he felt it rolling up from his balls, feeling the power of his milk filling his tube, filling his cock.

The hot burning flesh of his dick made his hand move faster, as his eyes were shut tight. The idea of it being Damian’s dick inside was too much, as he cried out, as the cock in his hand suddenly swelled, then reared back and finally shot forward. He felt it, felt the hot jizz come flooding out, shooting off into the air.

He cried out, as more of his cum poured out, as his whole body seemed to be in the midst of a violent convulsion. The legs quivered, the arms shook, and even his teeth seemed to be chattering, as he shot his second and third load of cum. He could feel some of it across his thigh, then on his belly, as his hand clenched his dick tightly.

Then it was all over, as he lay there feeling totally drained. His body continued to shake though, as he felt the dildo slowly slide out from between his cheeks. He felt the emptiness inside, as he gasped for air, as his chest continued to heave. If only it had been Damian, he thought, maybe he would have lasted longer, maybe he would still want to keep on taking him, to have him fill his insides with his dick.

As he slowly managed to calm down, he wondered how much the camera had captured, how much it had missed. It would be fun to watch, to relive this moment, as he let his eyes slowly open. The sun was still up there, shining, and the birds were still chirping, as he slowly sat up, thinking of reaching out for the camera, to replay the recording.

The eyes slowly focused, as his hand lifted up off his now limp dick, covered in his cum. It felt a bit chilly, as if there were clouds overhead, but as he looked up, to reach for the camera he realized he wasn’t alone. His video camera was not on the tree stump, as he swallowed hard, seeing the legs just behind the stump.

Lifting his eyes up, he stared at the young man holding his video camera. It was still aimed at him, as he felt suddenly terrified. His hands were already reaching for his clothes, to pull them up, to cover himself, when he heard the camera still running. His eyes moved up the towering shape of the body, to stare at the face that now peered down at him.

The guy holding his camera turned it off, and lowered it, standing there staring, at his crotch. Terry’s hand trembled, as he felt the eyes boring down on him, his video camera now lowered, resting at the young man’s side.

Who is Damian?

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