Making the Team

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (2)

He couldn’t believe how much he meant every word of it. Matt really did want to feel the insides of Bradley, did want to experience how his body would stretch as his monster dick pushed inside. It was hard to not just reach out and pull him up on him, to get his ass over his stiff pole, and then slam him down on it. Yet he wasn’t going to take a risk, as he licked his lips, as he glanced over to the night table, to see if there were any Condoms handy.

Matt heard Bradley giggle, as he leaned over and tweaked one of Matt’s nipples, then moved over him to pull open the drawer, where he reached inside to grab something. As his hand came out, he had a fistful of small packages, as Matt sighed his relief. He really did want to feel Bradley ride his cock.

They just stared at each other, a huge grin on both faces, a fist full of Condoms in Bradley’s hand. He held them over the slightly heaving chest, just above his belly, and every few seconds both would just glance down at the hand, at the huge dick waving in the air. It hadn’t shrunk a single inch, and it looked so powerful, so threatening, that Matt wondered if Bradley was having second thoughts.

Yet each time he looked up into his eyes, he could see the desire. He could feel it too, as Bradley’s legs were on either side of his, pressing against Matt’s thighs. There was no mistaking the tautness of Bradley’s muscles, nor the feel of them quivering, either. It was like his whole body was gearing up, was anticipating it all.

‘That is big’

‘Uh huh’

‘You had many who uh, who didn’t run? I mean shit dude, that’s one huge fucker’

‘One’

‘That all?’

For a second he felt rather slighted, as if Bradley thought he was some whore or something. Yet as he looked up at him, he knew it wasn’t what he meant, just that he was nervous.

‘That all? I don’t let just anyone take a ride, guess I am picky.’

‘I’ve never, I mean that is big’

As he said it, Bradley looked down at Matt’s pole. Matt felt a sort of warm glow inside, as he stared down at his dick, then reached down, and took hold of it with his hand. He felt it throb, felt it shake as he wiggled it a bit, then glanced upwards to see Bradley licking his lips.

‘It’s feeling cold.’

‘Yeah right, looks pretty hot to me.’

‘No, it’s feeling cold, it needs a nice warm hole to crawl into.’

Bradley looked at Matt, his face glowing, a huge smile across his lower face.

‘I think I know a place willing to give it a home, if it’ll fit.’

‘Oh it’ll fit, least as much as you want.’

Matt couldn’t help it, but grin. The way Bradley looked, how softly they were speaking, seemed to make it all seem so normal, yet special. He couldn’t explain it, but he felt relaxed, while feeling excited too. He really never felt like this before. There had been others, but no one that really ever bothered to talk, to touch him, the way Bradley was doing.

His hand was resting on his stomach, near his groin, and the fingers trembled a bit, which Matt could feel. At the same time his own belly seemed to rumble, or the muscles inside did. They seemed to coil, then uncoil, shift as if looking for Bradley’s touch, or moving according to the tremors from the shaking fingers. It was odd, in a good way.

Bradley let the condom packages fall onto Matt’s stomach as he bent forward, as he let his whole body fall onto Matt’s smaller body. He felt the warmth of his body pressing his, felt Bradley’s dick against his thigh, felt his own massive tool flatten between their bodies. His breath rushed out, as Bradley’s face was over his, as his mouth pressed up against his lips.

He was surprised by the kiss, by its force as he once more tasted Bradley. He reached up and wrapped his arms around the other man, drawing him in closer, feeling the wild beat of his heart against his own quivering chest.

‘You don’t have to take it, I mean if you…’

‘I want it inside, I don’t care how big it is, it is you I want to feel.’

Bradley lifted himself up as he spoke, then once more bent forward, giving Matt a quick kiss on the forehead. Then he leaned forward and pulled out a pump bottle, as he slid further down the bed, so that Matt’s cock was sticking up in front of his body.

He reached down for a package, and ripped it open with his teeth, spitting out the torn piece. Bradley looked down at Matt, as he let the bottle rest next to Matt’s hip. His eyes seemed to just sparkle, as Matt stared upwards, feeling the excitement growing, feeling the ache in his body make him tremble a bit.

His eyes followed Bradley’s every move. How he took the thin rubber out of the package, how he pinched the tip of it, then placed it over his cock head. He felt the touch, felt his body shudder at it, then looked up to see the furled brow of Bradley, to see him hesitate.

For a brief moment his heart seemed to stop, as he felt the condom being lifted up, thinking that Bradley had changed his mind. He groaned though when he saw the head disappear, and felt the warm lips circle his cock head, feeling the tongue lick at his slit, gobbling up the glob of precum.

Matt felt his whole body shudder, as Bradley licked at the head of his cock, then lifted his head up. His eyes were glowing as he licked his lips, looking at Matt’s stiff cock. His whole body seemed to shake, as he reached over and fumbled in the night table drawer, pulling out a small pump type bottle.

Grinning, he once more picked up a condom package, and was about to rip it open, when he stared at the hard dick. His mouth seemed like it was salivating, as he looked down at the huge monster dick.

He grabbed the condom package, and ripped it open with his teeth, once again. Then he pulled it out, while his other hand reached and quickly grasped the stiff cock, and gave it a few quick strokes, before he took the condom, pinched the top, and placed it over the huge head. His chest was heaving and Matt could hear him panting a bit, as he felt the hand slowly begin to unroll the thin plastic sheath down his throbbing cock.

Matt lifted up his one hand, and ran it against the upper thigh that was by his hip. He could feel it ripple, feel it tremble to his touch, just as his own body was shaking, while the condom was slowly unrolled down to his groin. He felt the fingers pushing the last bit of plastic down, as there simply wasn’t any left to unravel.

Bradley leaned back to stare at it, to see the glistening sheen from the thin plastic coating, and then he reached for the bottle, that lay against Matt’s side. Putting it next to him, he quickly rubbed his hands together, then pumped some of the liquid from the bottle, again rubbing his hands together.

The touch of his hand over his cock made him moan, as he felt the hand sliding over the head, then closing around his thick pole. He felt each finger as it wrapped around him, as it slowly slid down his pole, coating the thin plastic with the liquid. Matt could feel his toes stiffen, felt the muscles in his legs flex as Bradley slowly stroked his cock.

He licked his lips, and lifted his head up a bit off the bed, to watch as Bradley once more pumped some of the lubricant onto his hand. He could see the liquid glisten a bit, from the room’s light, as it was placed over his cock head. The touch of the hand, its pressure on his cock head, made him tremble. His whole body was aching too, something he wasn’t used to.

The way his buttocks was clenching, unclenching, made his whole crotch twitch, as the hand slowly made its way down his long pole. He felt the liquid coat his pubic hairs, smelled a faint scent of vanilla waft across his nostrils, as he let himself fall back onto the bed. His head bounced a bit, as he bit his lower lip, enjoying the firm touch of Bradley’s hand over his cock.

He groaned as he felt the liquid suddenly on his cock head, and looking up saw Bradley pumping it right onto his penis. He saw it slide down, a small pool on the very top, then watched as Bradley suddenly pumped more onto his hand, then reached behind himself. Matt knew he was adding the lubricant to his own ass.

Bradley was suddenly up and leaning over him, his face looming right above Matt’s. He could see the glazed look in the eyes, the way it looked so intense, so dark, was unreal. The frosted hair tips were dangling down, and Matt felt his hand reach up, to take hold of Bradley just below the armpits.

He felt a hand move back, felt it slide down his hips, then over to take hold of his huge pole. He could feel the fingers taking a firm grip of the cock, as the weight lifted off his body, shuffled a bit, as the bed squeaked.

The sudden pull on his cock, made him moan loudly. He felt the sudden warmth, as his cock was being wedged between Bradley’s two cheeks. His whole body suddenly seemed on fire, on edge. His muscles tightened even more, his own buttocks clenched tightly, as he felt the flesh of Bradley’s cheeks wrap around the blood gorged pole. Slowly it was pushed down, until it gave a small little jerk forward.

Matt heard a muffled moan, as his eyes stared up at Bradley’s scrunched up face. He saw how his face was taut, the cheeks pulled in a bit, the forehead wrinkled with lines, as he wiggled his butt, insuring that the huge cock was at the right spot. His own heart was beating wildly, as he watched the nostrils flare, felt the press against his cock head.

He even could feel the twitch of the tight hole, as it struggled to deny him entry, as more and more of Bradley’s weight pressed down on his cock. He could feel it all, the way the lubricant was being squeezed, at how his whole cock was throbbing, as slowly the weight grew, as the resistance to his pole grew, then seemed to retreat.

‘Oh God’ he heard echo in the small room, just as he felt his cock suddenly jerk forward a bit faster, as he his whole body shook. He was inside, he could feel the velvet lining wrapping around the tip of his head, as his hips pushed up, as the weight continued to press down. His heart seemed to be pounding even faster, as a distant thunder began to echo in his ears, just as the scream seemed to grow distant.

The press of weight stopped, and it was like time had stopped. He could hear the heavy panting breath from above him, but he couldn’t look, his head twisted to one side, as the waves of pleasure were rolling up and down his whole body. He felt the throb of his cock, felt the pounding of his heart, the rush of his blood as it flowed faster and faster. Then the weight once more began to move, a bit slower, but steady, as Bradley lowered his ass down, the huge cock slicing slowly up into his insides.

Matt could feel the muscles inside, feel them struggle to hold him back, then bounce away, as if they were an elastic band stretched to the breaking point. He cried out, as he felt the cock jerk, felt his balls throb and shake. His whole body was experiencing every inch of movement upwards, feeling all that was inside of Bradley.

The legs against his side pushed in hard, the knees digging deep into the side. The bed creaked, as he felt the downward motion stop. It hung there, then with a grunt, it came crushing back downwards. Bradley pushed his entire body down, forcing all of Matt’s huge cock into the warm hole. He felt the cheeks strike his groin, felt the damp flesh as it crushed down onto his own body. It was like a fire had been lit at that spot. The heat was intense, making him break out into a hot sweat, all over.

His whole body was pouring sweat, as he felt the hot cheeks against his freshly shaved groin. He could feel the tiny nerve endings tingle, twitch, as the hard cheeks rested on them. He felt it all, felt his head roll from side to side. Matt could hear his own voice, moaning, as it mingled with Bradley’s own groans of pleasure.

The bed shook, as Bradley began to lift up, but only for a brief moment, before once more falling down, to drive the huge cock as deep as possible inside of him. Matt could hear the squishing sound, the slap of hot sticky flesh against flesh. He felt each thrust, felt his own body begin to pull back, as Bradley lifted himself up, then automatically arch upwards, to meet Bradley’s downward thrust.

The bed shook, louder and louder, and his own voice grew more intense, more vocal, as he felt the muscles inside of Bradley’s rectum struggle to hold onto his pole, as it drove up and then out. Each time, they tried to hold onto the slippery pole, failing, as it was like a huge piston. It just kept pumping and driving upwards.

He had no idea how many times his body arched up, how many times it came crashing down into the bed. The sounds were all mixed together, one cry still echoing as another roared out from between his dry cracking lips. His chest heaved, hurt from the lack of air, as he struggled to keep each wave of pleasure separate. Matt felt his whole body tingling, felt the heat with each bang of Bradley’s cheeks into his groin.

The pain in his balls grew, and he knew it was getting close. He had no idea how long it had been, since he first felt himself penetrate Bradley. The room seemed like it was spinning, his eyes were fluttering, his mind was growing dim, becoming clouded by a dull fog, as he cried out, as his balls seemed to be swelling, as if exploding from the cum inside.

‘I am cumming, oh God I can’t hold it’ he screamed, as his body bucked, as his legs twitched and his toes curled. The weight on his groin was suddenly gone, as his whole body shook, then he felt his body arch upwards, felt the warmth around his cock, not sure what it was. His eyes were shut tight, as he heard a gasp, then a sort of gagging sound, as he arched upwards, driving his cock up further into the wet warmth that surrounded the upper part of his cock.

Strange lights flashed against the backdrop of his eyelids, as he felt his heart racing, felt his chest heave, as his body seemed to just shudder like he was at the centre of an earthquake. Everything seemed to just vibrate, growing in intensity, as he felt the warmth around his cock grow, felt the sudden ache tearing through his whole body.

Once more he felt himself lifting up, felt his body reaching for the heavens, as his body grew hotter, as sweat poured from every pore, like a dam had burst. He felt the lights blinding his eyes, making him shut the lids even tighter, as his head tossed from side to side faster. His hands were clenched, grabbing at the padded sheet underneath, until his fingers were throbbing from the pain. His toes were curled so tightly he was sure he had broken a few of them, as his legs bucked, as his whole body was massive collection of competing jolts of pure pleasure.

The pain in his balls began to subside, the odd jerk, the odd twitch, taking over from the massive quakes. His body ached, as he heard the hard gasping sounds from near his stomach. The flashing lights of dots and streaking lines of color were gone, as his eyes slowly opened. He could hear the panting now, the long gasps, as he also felt the stickiness on his belly, around his shaved pubic region. He felt himself shake once more, then as he opened his eyes, he saw the spent body next to him. The hair was all matted, and there was a semi transparent coating around the chin and lips.

Bradley’s hot breath continued to blow across his burning flesh. He could feel it, smell it too, which made him moan, as his body slowly began to calm down. He didn’t think he could feel his legs anymore, as he struggled to move, to lift his head up, but he couldn’t. Matt felt totally drained, totally exhausted, as he just lay there.

Eventually the room fell silent, as Matt finally managed to lift his head up. He felt chilled, as the room’s air cooled his body, and the smell of men seemed to just fill his nostrils with its aroma. He felt a small hitch in his heart, as he pushed himself upright, to see Bradley rolling over onto his back. His chest was still heaving a bit, but his breathing was more normal, just as his was.

Slowly he watched Bradley lift himself up, to lean on a rather wobbly arm. He looked at Matt, a strange glint in his eyes.

‘I took it all, damn, I never felt like this.’

‘Me neither.’

Bradley just leaned forward, and let his head fall on Matt’s breast. He was looking up at him, as he just laid there, his exhaustion, his pleasure showing in his face. Matt let himself fall back, as well. His hand rested lightly on Bradley’s head, the fingers playing with the very wet strands of hair, idly twisting them around, then letting go.

The sudden press on his shoulders, the squeeze brought him back to the moment. He had been so absorbed by making the time, by thinking of last night, he didn’t realize that he had made it to Bradley. He grinned back at the man, who seemed like he would burst with joy. He had an insane urge to grab Bradley, to hug him and lift him up, though he doubted if he could.

‘I told you, I knew you’d make the time up’

‘Yeah and I still have all my hair too’

Bradley laughed at him, and in a carefree moment, he reached out and tussled Matt’s hair. His touch made his cock jerk inside of his trousers. He felt a quiver in his heart, as he smiled back at Bradley.

‘I can fix that problem.’

‘True, but maybe first, you’d like to solve my other problem?’

‘Oh? I don’t know, it still hurts to walk, not sure I can fix that other problem, so soon.’

‘Practice makes perfect, so they say.’

‘I am beginning to think I might enjoy practice more, but first, we celebrate.’

‘I thought that was celebrating?’

‘Oh it is, but it is more like the cherry on top of the sundae, the perfect ending to a celebration.’

‘Nice save, but you sure? I wouldn’t want to see you having to crawl to classes.’

‘Bitch’

‘Me? A little, at times, so, what did you have in mind?’

Bradley took a step back, staring at Matt. It felt good to have him looking at him, as he moved his jacket away from his front. He saw how the eyes lit up, as they immediately noticed the rather obvious lump that showed to one side. It was rather pleasing to see Bradley looking at him, knowing too, what was going through his mind.

‘You know, I was thinking.’

‘Yeah?’

‘Uh huh, I do that on occasion.’

‘I see, and what were you thinking?’

‘Well, I was thinking of ways to cut down on some of your body drag in the water.’

‘Yeah? Come up with anything?’

‘Yep, got me a really good idea.’

‘Care to share it?’

‘Figure we could tie your dick to the inside of your leg, to cut down on the drag, and hell, we’d maybe shave several seconds off your time.’

‘Fuck you.’

‘Oh I so do hope so, I sure do.’

Matt couldn’t help but laugh, as they walked away from the pool. He really didn’t care what they did to celebrate, as long as it ended with them being together later. He felt the ache inside, wondering what it would be like, to feel Bradley inside of him?

On The Run

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (7)

He had long since lost feeling in his legs, as he slowly made his way through the water, keeping under what cover he could. The sun wasn’t even peeping up out of the shadows yet and he felt rather exhausted. TJ felt like the night would never end, that the darkness around him would never get any lighter.

There was no doubt he had been too much thinking, too much worrying about what if, than about how to. It wasn’t something he had to face, not at his age. Life for him had been one party after another, or so it seemed. Yet, as he heard the water move out of his way, he knew he had faced some hard choices, made some tough calls too, ever since his parents had been taken from him, by a cruel twist of Nature. But was it?

Some of what Bobby Rae had said made him wonder, and as the cold had penetrated his entire body, his mind still fought for control. In his heart he had never quite bought the story about the freak Tornado, though he had to admit, the farm house they had lived in, sure looked like a twister had hit it.

Plus it had made the news, and others had been hit too, though his parents were the only fatalities. It gave him a chill, one that was a lot worse than the chill from the cold river water he was wading through. More he thought about it, the more he realized that the mess he was in now, well, it was just typical of his life.

Sure he had some good times, a hell of a lot too, and he always managed to pretty well stay out of trouble. He made a decent living for a kid, and had his own place. So it was in a sort of cave, so it was not what most kids would like, but frankly, he didn’t give a shit for all the modern crap. He liked being responsible for himself, from cooking to just keeping clean.

Not easy in the winter, but he had friends. He never did without a hot meal, had clean clothes, and well, there were people who would let him shower and all that stuff. So he didn’t have a television, or all that other crap. He read a lot, and was able to enjoy things like seeing the sun climb up over the horizon, to see it gradually break the darkness, and not from red rimmed eyes either.

Drugs and booze, well he enjoyed his beer, but while a lot figured his place was nothing but a place for locals to crash, get blitzed, was totally wrong. He might smoke a joint now and then, even drink a bit more than he should, but he didn’t go out driving and smash into a telephone pole. He didn’t go robbing stores to support his habits either, so maybe his parents had done a good job.

Yet here he was, running from the Feds, and for what? For fishing in a private lake? Hiding out in some barn while some big shots talked in whispers? It made no sense, but then again, it wasn’t like a lot of things actually made sense these days.

It wasn’t that he was stupid, he could read, write, do his math, and had been pretty good in school. Least he finished, which was something. Yet he rather enjoyed being free, to roam the woods, to live the way he had wanted. Maybe as he got older he’d want more, and yet he wasn’t so sure that there was more out there.

He knew Jail wasn’t for him, that being confined was like a death sentence to him. He loved being outdoors, at being able to just shuck his clothes and jump in the lake or river for a swim. Course, he also liked other things, when naked, like sex. It all seemed so natural to him, and he was maybe typical in that regard. He liked a good dick, to suck on it, to feel it slide up his ass, or to push his into one.

It was his excuse, his way of hiding out. Maybe having so many different sex partners was his way of avoiding doing more with his life. He had the chance to work a crop, like his parents had. Yet something kept him from trying, from taking that step from being a kid, to being an adult. He loved his life, loved it to the point where maybe he wasn’t letting himself think ahead.

TJ felt his body shudder a bit, as he stopped and listened to the night sounds. The skunk smell had long since dulled his sense of smell, but he could still hear. Every half hour or so he would stop, listen for any strange noises. His instincts had kicked in, and he kept trying to remember all the little things his father had told him, about tracking, about how to stay ahead of the game, to make the noises talk to him.

Odd, to think about all that, when before this whole crap he rarely gave it a thought. Yet he had learned, without even knowing it, and he sighed, missing his parents more than when he had found out about their death. Strange, how he hadn’t really grieved for them, least not like he had thought. He hadn’t broken down, well not much, but still, it was only hitting him now. It was like he could hear them in his head, hear their words that he had heard so often, but seemed to have ignored.

Now the words had meaning, and he listened. His head cocked to one side, as the skunk struggled a bit in the sack on his back. It was a good trick, one he should have remembered, but as he listened, hearing nothing but the sounds that should be there, he knew he’d have to keep his wits about him. He knew that whatever Bobby Rae had said, would only go so far. Old Roy was smart, but so were the Feds. They had a lot more going for them, than some hick Sheriff, still he knew that Old Roy had something they didn’t, which was experience. He knew the area, knew the people too, which the Feds didn’t.

TJ knew he had to keep that in mind, because he couldn’t afford to let himself get desperate. He had to keep his mind focused, as he made his way further along, the water barely making a sound, as he kept his feet shuffling forward, rather than stepping forward. One more way to muffle the sounds of his movement, one more trick to stay one step ahead of those hunting him.

Looking up, he noticed that the sky was beginning to lighten, and it was time for him to start thinking of heading onto land, to grab some sleep, and take cover. He could hear the birds starting wake too, as he scanned the banks, on both sides. He knew that he had to alter which side to choose, so as to further hide his trail. They might get careless, not check both sides, so they could lose his scent if they followed just one side.

Finally, with the sun breaking the horizon, he found a perfect spot. He could hide under the fallen leaves, and the tree line was deeper than on one side. He moved slow, stopping every few steps to listen. The sounds were as they should be, but he kept his body still for several seconds, making certain.

The skunk was being difficult, but he managed to get some food into the sack, and drop the sack just enough so water was able to be drunk. He could smell its poop too, but he wasn’t about to try and correct that. TJ knew enough to not stick his hands inside either, but damn, opening the sack to drop in some crumbs of food in made his eyes water, his chest heave a bit. Gawd it stank, but then, it would also make any hounds lose his scent real quick.

Tying the sack up over his head, the drops of water slowing, he managed to shift himself so that he wouldn’t be in the way, least his head wouldn’t be. If the sack dripped on his upper body, well it would help cover his scent, and that was the plan. Rotting leaves and branches weren’t much of a comfort either, but his sense of smell was pretty well dulled and would be, until he got to the cave.

Snuggling down into the rancid mix of leaves and other stuff, he felt satisfied. Least he was doing something, not just letting things take charge. Maybe he didn’t know why the Feds were after him, but he was doing what he needed to survive. He felt his father would be proud of at least that part of his life, but then too, maybe he would have understood the other part of his life?

Maybe he didn’t get the whole queer thing, but he doubted if his parents would have shoved him out the door. Hell, they had to have an inkling that he was that way. It wasn’t like he had been totally discreet, though he feared being outed more than he would have admitted.

Even now, he didn’t go around flaunting his sexuality, least he hadn’t thought so. Mind you Bobby Rae seemed to have known a damn bit more about his sex life than he would have thought. As the warmth of the sun made its presence known, he felt his eyes growing weary, felt his body unravelling from the tension that had held him since he had left the cabin.

Even the pins and needles of circulation returning to his legs weren’t enough to prevent his exhaustion from taking hold. His body was gradually drifting off, as his mind began to think back, to ignore the pressing issue of what was happening, to relive moments that were happy, were filled with enjoyment rather than worry.

Images of guys flashed past his mind, as he tried to find one special one, one special episode to relive, to let his mind unwind over. There had been a fair number, and yet there had been some very special one’s too. Some who had really made him feel good, had really found the right spots to touch, the right buttons to push.

Jack was one of those. He felt his chest give a bit of a heave, felt his heart skip a beat or two, and a small twinge around his groin brought a smile to his lips, as sleep overtook him, As his mind began to play back that part of his life that had been special.

TJ could feel himself being taken back in time, to when he had met Jack. How he had almost lost it the first time he had set eyes on the guy. It had been down by the rocks, on one of his jaunts to get away from Town. They were nothing special, no monuments to any fallen heroes, or plaques honouring some long forgotten battle, just a bunch of rocks with nice cool spots in between the various outcropping. A great place to go, to think, to jerk off and not worry.

The Sun had no problems in finding those spots, but no one could casually go by and see. It was a great place to lay stretched out, and just let the Sun do its magic, to let it warm a person all over. No need of clothes, or to even have them close by. Not many knew of the place, or if they did, well they didn’t go there enough to ruin its solitude.

Downside to the Rocks, as TJ called them, was that you could stumble upon someone, or them on you, without you really knowing it. Least if your mind was elsewhere, as his had been when Jack had come across him. The way he had just suddenly been there, staring down at him between several high rocks.

His first awareness was when the Sun suddenly was blocked, and he opened his eyes to stare up, to see if Clouds were coming in. His one hand was down, holding his cock, as he was totally naked. He had been thinking of someone, though for the life of him he couldn’t remember who anymore. TJ had his legs apart, his hard pole firmly in his hand, and the other hand was rubbing one of his firm nipples, when he opened his eyes to see this dirty blond haired face staring down at him.

The eyes were a sort of pale blue, and he noticed the stubble on his chin, the small tuft under the chin. The way his face was in a wide grin, only added to his charm. He had wind blown hair, that only added to his look, and the sun had him squinting a bit. Still there was no mistaking that grin, the way his white teeth seemed to glitter in the sunlight.

He could see it now, the way Jack simply stared at him, looked him over real good, then simply sat down, with his legs spread invitingly apart. He just stared at TJ, the eyes fluttering a bit, but it was that damn smile, how it got wider as he stared directly at TJ’s hard cock. Amazing how it had been so stiff before, but felt like it had grown even more rigid as Jack stared at it.

‘Hot’

TJ could tell that he wasn’t talking about the weather. The way his eyes were so fixed on his erection, how he licked his upper lip as he spoke, told TJ that this was going to be a fun encounter.

‘Yeah it is’

‘Could get hotter.’

TJ merely smiled, as he gave his cock a tug, just enough to make it jerk a little.

‘Wouldn’t mind if it did.’

While he had said it, he stared directly at Jack’s crotch, noticing the bulge that was beginning to take shape. He licked his own lips, as he waited to see if he was right, if this was going to be more than just a solitary jerk off.

He noticed the legs sway a bit, then glancing up saw the stranger taking his shirt off. TJ felt his eyes widening, as they saw how bronzed the man’s skin was, how firm his nipples were too. He couldn’t help but notice that the legs had moved apart a bit more, as the grin on his face only grew even wider. The long hair was gently fluttering in the wind, as the man introduced himself as Jack, and then slid down the rock, to stand next to TJ.

His blue eyes seemed to be glittering as he reached into the pocket of his shorts, and pulled out a strip of Condoms , and let them fall next to TJ. He just grinned back at Jack, and watched as he moved his hands up to his shorts, and effortlessly pushed them down, so that he was standing totally naked. He stepped out from the shorts, showing off his fully erect penis.

Jack reached down, to take hold of it and give it a few quick pulls, that made it seem even bigger as he stepped over TJ, to straddle him. His body was above TJ, and he moved so his cock was right above TJ’s face.

Staring at it, he realized that Jack was uncut, yet his cock head was poking out already, the foreskin tightly pulled back by obvious excitement. He glanced down at the condom strip that Jack had dropped, and he reached out to pick them up. While he was normally a top, there was something about Jack that just made him want to feel him buried inside of him.

He ripped off one of the packages, then ripped the single package open with his teeth. He looked back up, noting the veins under the cock, at how they seemed to just throb as Jack looked down at him. It was one of those looks you just didn’t forget, as TJ pulled the condom out of the package. Jack moved back a step, and seemed to sort of crouch down, so that his cock was within easy reach.

TJ smiled as he lifted his hand up, to take hold of the wavering penis, to touch it. A sort of small thrill rolled up and down his body as he took hold, keeping the hard dick steady. The heat from the cock was amazing, as he slowly unrolled the thin plastic down the stiff pole. He couldn’t help but keep his eyes staring upwards, to watch the face as his hands unrolled the thin condom.

Pushing it down, he felt the wiry pubic hairs against his knuckles, then he let his hold on Jack’s cock go. He took his eyes away from Jack’s face, to look at the crotch, to see the two big balls sway and the thick shaft glisten from the sun on the plastic. He felt the ache in his ass, felt his cheeks clench as stretched his legs out, then brought them upwards towards his head.

Reaching out, he took hold of his legs, so that his whole ass was lifted up from the blanket, so his waiting ass was poised and in clear view of the man above. Jack lowered himself to his knees, his eyes never once leaving TJ’s face, as he got closer. TJ could smell his cologne, and his special aroma too. He also could see how his chest was heaving, how the nipples were firm and jutting out.

Lifting his head he also looked across at the flat belly, saw the muscles rippling as Jack kneeled down between TJ’s upraised legs. His whole body was tingling as he Jack moved in even closer, shuffling his body forward and then leaned over TJ’s prone torso.

He could feel his hot breath across his face, as he saw the eyes looming over him. He could feel the longer strands of his hair brush against his chest, that made him shudder a bit. He also could feel the hard cock brush past his inner thigh, past his scrotum. He felt his body tense, as he stared up into Jack’s face.

It was bizarre, to suddenly be about to be fucked, by someone who just suddenly appeared out of nowhere. It was strange, that they had barely spoken, yet as he looked into those blue eyes, he felt like he was about to have the ride of a lifetime. There was something there, that just made every nerve in his body tingle, made every muscle quiver, as he waited for that first moment, that first strike.

TJ felt the legs pushing up against his thighs, felt the hand move down his chest, lightly caressing his coiled muscles, as they passed down to his groin. He felt the fingers brush past his hard dick, that was being pressed up against his belly, felt them linger over his throbbing pole, before moving down past it to the full balls that were slung upwards.

He heard himself moan a bit, as he saw the eyes glitter, then close. His own closed as he felt the hard press of Jack’s lips on his, the warm taste of his mouth as his tongue suddenly pressed inwards, pushing his lips apart. He felt Jack taste him, felt the rise in his heart rate, as he also felt Jack’s cock shake a bit, then it was over. The head was still above him, but he could feel the hot thick cock being wedged between his cheeks, feel the muscles in his legs tighten, as they took Jack’s weight.

TJ licked his lower lip, as his eyes fluttered. The sun was blocked by Jack’s towering body, as he felt the press up against his hole. He squirmed a bit, as he felt it press hard, slowly stretching the tight hole muscles, slowly making him open up. His hands gripped his legs hard, his knuckles growing white from the pressure he was exerting.

It took him by surprise. The quick penetration had stunned him, knocked the breathe from him as he heard his cry of pain echo. His body shook as he realized that Jack had penetrated him and deeply. He felt his insides shiver, felt them cry out as the hard pole sliced into his body. He felt it dive deep into his body, felt the muscles scream out, as he heard Jack grunt, then pant.

His heart was racing as he felt his body trying to dig deeper into the sand, to try and pull back from the impaling force of Jack’s cock. It hurt, yet even as the pain was rolling up and down his body, as it was making him shake, he felt the pleasure too. He could feel his body changing, feel the hard fullness inside, that made him moan a bit, then louder.

His chest was heaving, his legs grew taut, as he felt the hard press up against his rectum. He could feel the driving thrust that made his dick shake, made his balls ache. Then he could feel it slowly being pulled back, slowly leaving him. He felt panic, as the thick pole made its way out, but just when he thought it was going to pull out totally, it stopped. TJ could feel it quiver, feel the head shudder a bit, then suddenly he felt the air leave his lungs, as the huge pole was shoved fully back into his body.

His cheeks quivered, as the thrust took him totally by surprise. He felt his nerves twitch, felt them scream even, as the huge pole sliced even deeper into his body. His legs were numb, the blood draining from them to his stomach. Every muscle inside was twisting and turning as Jack pounded his ass. Hard quick in and out thrusts, then suddenly it once more changed.

The hard thrusts began to slow down, then as they came in, the cock inside jerked and banged against his insides, as Jack twisted his hips, driving his cock into TJ in a strange corkscrew motion. It was heaven, as his body shook, as sweat was beading up and not from the hot sun above.

His hair was damp, hung in strands, just as Jack’s. He could feel the wet strands scratch across his chest, with each downward thrust. He could feel the air escape Jack’s lungs, as he pounded TJ’s willing hole. Every muscle inside felt like they were being stretched wider and wider, with every hard penetrating thrust. They were crying out, making him moan constantly.

The weight against his legs were making the hips ache, were driving his body into the sand, making him moan even more. He could feel the sand grate across his back, across the top of his cheeks, as the hard cock just kept pounding him. Jack would twist his hips more once the cock was fully impaled into TJ’s body.

Each push was a whole new experience, then it just stopped. He felt the hard pole deep inside, felt his chest heave, then the sharp pain came. He cried out, as he felt his nipple being twisted, then opening his eyes, he saw the body above come closer, saw the bared teeth, as he felt them close around one of his nipples. He cried out as they bit and twisted, and then it was over.

Before he could catch his breathe, he felt the pounding again, more like a jack hammer was inside his ass. In and out it went, faster with each downward crush from the body above. His cock was jerking across his scrunched up belly, and pressed deep into the hard muscles with each crushing downward blow. It seemed to only get faster too, as he felt his hold weakening on his legs.

He could feel the balls striking his cheeks, crushing his too. TJ moaned and he thought he could hear a similar sound from above, but the roar of his heart was too loud for him to distinguish the sounds. His chest heaved, as he felt the hard crushing weight grow more intense, felt the cock inside swell with each penetrating push. His head was in a fog, as he felt the wet strands now brushing across his belly grow more violent, almost like tiny lashes.

The pain only added to the intense pleasure he was feeling, as Jack hammered him. The slapping sounds of Jack’s hot flesh against his own sweat stained body was louder than his cries.

It was impossible to believe, but Jack’s thrusts seemed to get even faster. The force knocking the wind from him each time, making him pant as he shook to the wild pounding. Then it just stopped. He felt the thrust drive him hard, to the point where his whole body seemed to skid backwards a bit. He felt the cock inside swell, and then he heard the anguished cry echo.

His cheeks clenched tightly around the thick pole deep inside of him, as he felt Jack’s body shake. He could feel the tremor begin, feel it go from the cock head down the hard shaft, right up into the groin. He could feel it race up into Jack, feel it strike his heart, his lungs, his mind. His own body shook, as he felt the shudder, felt the quaking from above him, against his legs.

Jack’s body had exploded inside of him, he could feel the thin plastic swell, feel it grow hotter, as the cock shook, shuddered, and then tremble. He felt the balls up against his own, felt them push hard against the leathery sac, then suddenly seem to become empty shells. TJ could feel it all, feel it deep in his soul, as the cock shook inside, banging up against his taut lining, against the muscles.

He felt it as the weight above grew heavier, as Jack’s hot breath was now scorching his face. TJ felt his own body shudder, felt the waves of pleasure inside as Jack just lay there, on top of him, his cock still impaled deep inside. It wasn’t softening, not quickly anyhow. It kept his body trembling, as if the beast was soon to awaken again.

TJ could hear himself pant, hear his own labored breathing, as Jack lay on top of him. Then he felt the body sliding off, the cock sliding out, as his legs fell to the sand. He was panting, as was Jack, as they lay there, exhausted by the wild explosion. He couldn’t move his head, and his hand lay at his side, unable to move.

He felt Jack next to him, felt the heat of his body against his own burning skin. TJ had never felt so empty, as his body seemed to want more, to crave more of that hard pounding. He felt the ache deep inside of his body, so much that it hurt his chest. It was as if he was having a heart attack, the way his chest heaved, the way his heart pounded.

TJ managed to twist his head to one side, to stare over at Jack. He could see the face, the way the eyelashes were fluttering, as Jack was staring back at him. The lips were parted, the nostrils flaring as Jack struggled for air. His whole body was shaking, but TJ watched as he managed to lift one arm up, to let it fall across TJ’s own heaving body.

His eyes moved away from the soft face, to see the hand move down his belly, to lay next to his hard cock. He stared as the fingers moved one by one, down to encircle his cock, to take hold of it. He sucked in his air, feeling his body shudder, feeling the ache deep in his groin, as Jack’s fingers wrapped tightly around the base of his hard cock.

TJ was expecting him to stroke it, but suddenly he felt the press of Jack’s body on his, felt his body move and the head was passing over his belly. His eyes widened, as he saw the wet strands of dark hair slash across his chest, one band of hair moving right across one of TJ’s erect nipples. He felt the muscles inside suddenly coil up, felt his nerves tingle as he watched, his jaw hanging open.

The touch of the lips on the head of his cock made him groan loudly, then as they wrapped around the head, he felt his body tremble. His legs shot out, already exhausted, but now they were fully extended, his toes curling up as the lips moved down around his cock head.

He felt his whole body lift up, drive his cock past the lips, to enter Jack’s mouth. TJ felt the teeth scrape the head of his cock, felt the nerves inside scream as the warmth of Jack’s mouth engulfed his cock. His balls were already slung up, but they suddenly dropped.

As they did, he felt it at the very base of his cock. The rolling thunder seemed to just explode in his ears, as his body arched upwards. He heard a cough, a gurgle but it was off in the distance, as the thunder just overwhelmed him.

Every muscle inside suddenly released, as his body bucked and hit the sand hard. It hurt his tailbone but he didn’t care as the waves of pleasure, of total release, filled his mind. His body shook, his toes hurt as they curled even more, threatening to break at the joints. His chest ached, as the explosion grew more intense.

He closed his eyes, feeling the waves wash over him. It was hot, and weighed him down. His chest ached, his heat pounded even more, as the blood was suddenly drained from everywhere. He felt it race to his groin, felt the cock head striking deep in Jack’s mouth, felt the raspy edged tongue being flattened by the bulk of his own blood gorged cock.

Crying out, his hand reached out, to grab hold of Jack’s wet hair. His fingers twisted the strands around and pushed down, as his body was arched all the way up at the hips. His groin was pushing up into Jack’s face, he could feel the head trying to pull back, but his hold wouldn’t let it.

His body shook, as the explosion only grew. His balls ached, hell every part of his body hurt, as his cum was spurting out, deep down into Jack’s mouth. He could hear him swallow, feel its sticky wetness coat the hot flesh of his pole, and then flow down and out from the corner’s of Jack’s mouth. TJ heard himself cry out several times, then felt his whole energy, his entire body strength just disappear.

He felt himself falling backwards, felt his toes uncurl, pained but grateful for the release. It felt like very bone in his body, every muscle, had simply evaporated, as he lay there, panting and unable to move. Cum was drying on his pubic hairs, the sun was baking his body, but he had no strength left to move. He was totally spent, as he felt the weight on his belly.

Glancing down, he could see Jack’s head, see the hair spread across his chest, and feel the weight of each wet strand. His body was exhausted, as they lay there, unable to move, totally spent.

The sound of a far off helicopter made him open his eyes. He felt the hot sun on his face, but the light was dim, off to the west as he lay there, feeling his memory of Jack fading, as he listened to the distant noise. It was late afternoon, as he lay there, waiting for the noise to pass.

TJ listened carefully, his body once more tense, as he wondered if they had found his scent, or if they had suddenly moved the search backwards, realizing he might be doubling back? His heart ached, as he realized, he wanted to see Jack again, and the others too. His resolve grew, as he listened, realizing the noise was going away.

Slowly he let himself relax, knowing he had a few more hours, before it would be safe to move back to the river, to once more begin the journey towards the cave, and to where hopefully he’d get some answers. He sighed, as he smelled the aroma of rotting vegetation, of skunk. He knew it was him, and smiled, wondering what Jack would say, if he could smell him now?

Object of Desire

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (-)

Terry smiled at he older man in front of the counter. He could sense that this would be a sale, that the customer would take the camera. As he leaned forward, his small frame pushing up on the counter top, he couldn’t help but notice the man’s scent, the cologne that wafted across. It wasn’t overpowering like so many others, but had a nice hint of aroma, that was pleasant.

He smiled, and as he reached out to point out a feature on the camera, he was certain that he heard the man’s intake of breath. For a second he thought it was something else, but then he figured it was just the excitement of buying a new toy. A rather expensive one too, but the man didn’t seem to flinch when Terry had mentioned the price.

As he pointed out some of the features of the camera, he could feel the man’s eyes on him, as if he was memorizing every word said to him. It felt a bit strange, the way the man’s green eyes would look at him, how that little bit of frosted white hair at the temples would seem to shudder a bit, and how the long eyelashes kept fluttering. It showed that the man was excited, which he chalked up to simply the thrill of a new purchase.

Yet the more he explained, the more the man would look at him, lean closer even. It was rather strange, but then he was sort of used to that type of attention, least in some situation. Not here at the shop, but he figured he was just imagining things, confusing them from last night. Now that had been fun, least at first, but it had ended a bit flat, for his tastes.

He had been at the local bar, and as usual the game had been on, the older types chasing the younger ones, who played like a well worn fiddle. He wasn’t all that good at it, being just eighteen, and it being only his fifth or so time at the bar. Still, he had gotten the hang of it, figuring out how easy it was to get sloshed without it costing much cash.

Just wiggle the hips, bend over at the right time, and ‘bob was your uncle’ you were in the drinks for the night. Still, it sort of bothered him a bit. The way some of them would really push it, how they would run their hands down their crotches, when a specially well heeled man was looking. He knew that the guy doing the gestures wouldn’t dream of taking it further, but he sure implied he would.

Yet, like most his age, he didn’t mind a bit of fun, bit of being a tease, though he never figured he was the type the older guys would want. Still, the drinks had never stopped coming that first few nights, and last night had been no exception. However, unlike the other’s who played the game, he rather preferred the older type.

Sure they might not have the perfect body, nor the ability to let go totally, but they did know a thing or two. Sure they generally had a belly too, some had more than others, but they were fun to cuddle up to, to just nestle into. Terry liked that part of sex, to just nestle into the crook of an arm, and feel the heart beating next to him.

It always gave him a bit of a tingle. But the other’s never saw it that way. They were after the cash, for those who did take it further, something he hadn’t yet done. He hadn’t found anyone that met his criteria, least until last night. Or so he had thought, but hell, if you didn’t take chances, what good was it going out looking?

The guy was definitely at the max of Terry’s age limit, he had to be closer to 60 than Terry would have liked, despite the friendly banter, where the man kept saying he was just in his thirties. Everyone knew it wasn’t true, though he had to admit, the man hadn’t gone to seed. He was trim, and only the frosty white hair, thin pate, belied that claim.

Still the man, who introduced himself as Harry, had been a bit of a live wire. He liked to dance, though his efforts were a bit, well dated. Still it was nice to see an old guy enjoy the music, the crowded dance floor. Terry kind of figured it was more of how the bodies kept bumping into each other that he enjoyed, but heck, so did he. It had been a fun evening, and while the drinks always seemed to come unbidden, they weren’t rushed either.

It was obvious that Harry had wanted more than just a few dances with him, and his hands did their share of random touches, that weren’t quite so random. He knew exactly where they were going, but Terry didn’t object. It was rather nice to see how attentive Harry was to him, how his eyes were usually focused on him, and not all the other guys on the floor.

Even when they sat at the crowded table, Harry mostly kept his eyes on him, which was flattering. There were a lot cuter looking guys out there, even the waiter was a stunner. Yet when he brought the drinks, Harry would simply give him a quick glance over, then focus once more on him. It gave him a sort of warm glow, to know that Harry found him worth close inspection.

By the time Harry had worked up to ask him to come home, he had been close to asking Harry himself. He enjoyed how he had been treated, how Harry seemed to skirt the sex issue, though never let it be far off. He made jokes, poked fun at some things that were certainly never sexually related, and yet had a hint of naughtiness in them, that sort of made him think of sex. Strange how he did that, but he also had a killer a smile, one that had given him a strange ache inside.

Couple of his friends were there too, and when they had come up to say hello, Harry didn’t skip a beat. Specially when Will stopped by, who was a real looker, Harry barely gave him a glance, his eyes glued to Terry. That was a big hit with him, it also was when he had made up his mind to see if they couldn’t hook up. After all, Will was one of those few could refuse, but Harry had. That was huge in his mind, and he realized now, Harry had known it would be.

The man wasn’t what he would say calculating, but he knew his way around the outer defences. How to knock some of those barriers down, to work his own magic, to get his way. He had done a good job, because before he could finish suggesting Terry come to his place for a nightcap, he had agreed.

Mind you the smile that got him was worth jumping the gun, so to speak, and well, if he really thought about it, the sex had been fun too. It was different than what he had experienced, so far. Terry could feel his uncut dick growing, as he stuttered a bit to the man’s question about the zoom lens, as his mind was still reliving last night with Harry.

As he talked about the magnification rate, he couldn’t help but think back to how that night had gone, how he had been a bit surprised by Harry’s rather large sized penis. For the life of him, he didn’t know why he had assumed it would be average, but then maybe he just needed more experience, so as to better gauge the size of his potential bed mates.

It was strange too, how Harry seemed so confident at the bar, but was rather shy back at his place. How he had sort of worked around the big questions, like did Terry top or bottom, or if he preferred a certain type of condom, and all that other stuff. Funny too, how Harry had quite a selection of cock rings, gels, and even some vibrating toys. It was like going to a sex shop. The variety was rather impressive, and daunting too.

Course Harry simply explained it all away, saying he hated to come home, to find he didn’t have what his special guests liked. That sort of put the glow back, as he joked about just how many special guests did Harry have. He was rather surprised to find out, that Harry actually told him.

It was impressive, sort of. In the back of his mind he began to think of possible complications from someone so experienced, but Harry was good at changing moods. He had sensed his reticence, and reached out, to run the back of his hand across Terry’s face, feeling its softness. The way his eyes looked, as they stared right at Terry, calmed him immediately.

Everyone at the bar had told him how the older guys were always in a rush, even some of the not so old guys, but Harry didn’t seem to rush him, despite the hour of night. Funny, how he simply let things sort of just happen, but in thinking about it, Terry realized Harry had managed it all.

Part of him felt a bit cheated by that, then again, he felt a bit flattered too. He hadn’t wanted to rush, and Harry had obliged. The kissing was something he wouldn’t forget soon, nor was any of the other stuff they did. It was the whole package, and while the ending had been difficult, leading up to it hadn’t been.

He felt his uncut dick getting harder, as he tried to focus on making the sale, as well as remember last night. Terry could feel the foreskin tightening over his shaft, as he tried to talk to the man in front. Yet, the night kept intruding, as It had been perfect in so many ways, that he wished Harry hadn’t ruined it at the end, but maybe it wasn’t as bad as he believed?

Maybe it was him? He could have handled things better, and well, frankly he shouldn’t have been so surprised. After all, they had sex, and well, he was a bar pick up. What else would Harry think?

The way the man’s face had lit up, when Terry had said he was versatile, that he didn’t mind being a bottom, or a top. It seemed to relax Harry as well, and well, the groping got a bit more intense, the kisses a bit more intense. He loved how Harry kissed, while caressing his body. He still wasn’t sure how, but they had managed to strip and were in the massive bed that dominated the small bedroom.

Funny how he really didn’t remember going into the bedroom, or being undressed. He knew Harry had taken his pants off, but the rest was a bit of a blur. Not that he had been drunk either. While Harry had bought the drinks, they just never seemed to be forced on him. He had liked that, so it wasn’t that he had too much to drink. It was just that, well he was too into the way Harry made him feel.

Not just how he kissed, but how his hands would move across his smaller body. The way the fingers had tweaked his nipples, then slid down to rub his belly, then hold him while he would lick at the nipples. It was all part of Harry’s technique, that worked. He had never gotten so hard, as he had while Harry caressed his body.

How he would run his fingers through his short cropped hair, tussle it a bit, then a finger would lightly pass down his face, to circle his cheek, or around the bridge of his nose. It had made him tingle deep down inside, had gotten him super hard too. Glancing down at his cock, he thought it had somehow grown bigger, gotten thicker, but it was an illusion.

Yet the dripping pre-cum was real. He had watched as Harry had tasted it, had glanced up and smiled at him, as he let his tongue lick at the cock head, then lick down the underside of the shaft until it reached his scrotum. How the tongue licked lightly at each of his testicles, how the lips pressed lightly against the leathery sac, then suddenly he felt himself in pure heaven, as Harry took his entire sac into his mouth.

Gawd, how good it had felt as Harry sucked on his balls, at how the tongue kept licking at them, even while they were inside Harry’s mouth. How his buttocks clenched and ached, as Harry began to prod his tiny hole with a finger. The way he moved up and down between his clenched cheeks, lightly touching the soft skin inside.

He had groaned, moaned and even whimpered, as Harry had moved between his legs, his head pressing up against one thigh, his mouth sucking the balls, his nose pressed up against the side of his hard pole. How he could feel him breathing, the way the warm breath wafted across the spot between his groin and thigh. He could still feel it now, and it was just as intense.

Terry had cried out too, as Harry turned him over onto his side, his head reaching between the legs, to lick at the sac, while his hand pumped his dick. How tight it had felt, as he wrapped his fingers around his pulsing pole. How his breath made him tingle, as the tongue licked at the tender flesh just behind the sac, near his buttocks.

His whole body had shook as Harry let his tongue move all the way up. The way it had moved between his buttocks, tasting him, swirling around his tight hole, then poking at it, briefly. Then further up it went, as Harry also moved himself upwards. He felt the tongue traveling up, licking him, while he shook.

The way the tongue flattened out as it moved up the small of his back, all along his spine, right up to his neck. He trembled, as the tongue licked at the back of his neck, then he felt it behind his ear, while Harry’s hands wrapped around his shaking body. How he cuddled him, drawing him closer to his own hot body. Terry could feel the man’s warmth, the way it felt as his backside curved into Harry’s front.

The press of his hard dick was just below his buttocks, the cock head pressing up and under his balls. How it felt as Harry kissed him, just under the ear lobe, then the tongue once more began to lick him, to swirl around the inside of his ear. It was like being under water, the echo or sort of echo. The sound was muted in one sense, yet louder in another, as it echoed inside his ears. The way he could hear each puff, each beat of his own heart, as the tongue licked around and tickled his inner ear.

He had moaned a lot too, and kept pushing himself back into Harry. He had felt that hard cock, and his legs began to spread apart, as he also tried to slide his body down, to make Harry’s cock slide upwards, to trap it between his butt cheeks. Harry began to slide his hand down his side, gently caressing the rolling muscles.

At a few points, the hand would reach around, to rub Terry’s belly, then reach down, and give his hard pole a quick pump, then maybe run down his quivering thigh, or to slap it hard, that made him jump, which only pushed Terry’s bottom into Harry’s groin. He loved the way Harry was taking his time, had made him break out in a hot sweat. Tiny beads becoming rivers of water, that acted like glue. The way their bodies seemed to just melt together added to the sensations that were rolling inside of his body. His mind was reeling from all the different waves of pleasure that overwhelmed it.

The pleasure didn’t stop even as Harry managed to rip open a condom, and unroll it over his dick. He didn’t skip a beat, as he felt the hard pole being pressed up between his cheeks, spreading them, until the head was pressing up against his hole. He had moaned as the thick cock was slowly moved upwards, and he felt a tingle run through his whole body.

Every nerve seemed to be taut, ready to send waves of pleasure through his body, as the cock rested by his tight pink hole. He felt the muscle quiver, as the warmth of the head penetrated his thoughts. He felt his muscles tighten, felt his chest ache, as he held his breath in anticipation. It was like time had stopped, like he was standing on the edge of a cliff looking down, waiting for the rush, waiting for that moment to come.

The sudden jab, the quick push inwards only made him sing out his pleasure. Harry had his hand across Terry’s stomach, as he pushed his hips forward, driving the hard cock past the tight hole. The hand on his belly pulled back, pressed in hard at the same time. His hole didn’t have a chance, as the cock head penetrated him in one quick thrust.

His cries were barely out of his mouth before he felt his body pushing back to meet the thrust, felt the beat of his heart begin to race even faster. He felt the sweat dripping from every pore, as he felt his own hips follow the motion of Harry’s hand, driving his buttocks back towards Harry.

The fullness of the cock was amazing. It felt so good inside, that the pain of penetration quickly passed, as he began to shake. His legs quivered, the muscles taut, as he moved his hips, to add to the wonderful feelings inside. How it made the driving cock twist a bit, bang into the muscles as it pushed past, only made him moan his pleasure, his desire more.

Harry was good too, how he would speed up his thrusts, then suddenly slow them down. He could still feel the pleasure now, as Harry would pound his cock deep into his body, then as it would feel like Harry’s entire groin was trying to work past his small hole, the pressure would hang for a second. Then he felt the pole, slowly slide back out. The press against his hole would ease, just a bit, as slowly he would bring his cock out, teasing him to the where he thought Harry was going to take it all out.

The head would be back, working from the inside, to make his hole pucker, as if about to exit, then suddenly he would feel it being rammed back into him. He would cry out, his heart pounding, as the hard shaft ploughed forward, going deeper than before. Then he would slowly pull it back again, then suddenly it was like a jack hammer was in his ass.

Harry knew the tricks, how to go fast just when he was enjoying the feel of it being pulled back, how to go slow when the hard pounding was driving him forward. The way he moved his hand, to wrap it around Terry’s hard pole, to make it pump the cock in time with the hard thrusts of Harry’s own cock. It made him pant, made the ache in his chest feel like his heart was going to explode out from behind the ribs. Sweat was no longer tiny beads, but more like a raging river, or so it felt, as Harry continued to work his ass, to pound him, then caress him.

He was vocal too, as he groaned with each hard thrust into Terry’s willing buttocks. The way his thighs would crush into the firm flesh of his buttocks, the way the bed would creak, groan in time with each thrust. How it would shake as their bodies crushed into each other, was just a distant noise in Terry’s mind. The roar of his heart, the hot panting breath of Harry on his shoulder, was more intense than any other sound. He could feel the moment coming too.

The way Harry’s fingers dug into his side, no longer stroking Terry’s cock. The way they dug past his skin, to reach his bones, to scrape against them as the body seemed to suddenly vibrate. How the cock buried deep inside of him seemed to pulse, to throb, as it was pushed in harder and harder, reaching deeper than he thought possible.

That final push, was before him as he felt it, felt his buttocks clenching right now, hours later. How it had surprised him, by its sheer force. The way his whole body had been pushed by the driving cock, how the hand holding his hip had suddenly become even harder. The way his legs had suddenly felt the force of the blow, the hard thrust that he had met, yet still found his whole body being pushed forward.

The loud cry had reverberated in the room, drowning out every other sound, including the wild beat of his heart. He had felt the blood in his own arms and legs rushing to his own cock, but not as fast as obviously it was doing for Harry. The way the cock drove into him, the way it seemed to thicken as it moved down his insides, only made him tremble.

It was as if it was growing and growing, and then he felt it. The way it just seemed to explode, to suddenly swell up beyond its ability to stretch. The way his whole insides felt like they too would explode, as the hard cock shook. He felt it all, felt the tremors, felt the way the head suddenly backed up, stopping the hard thrusting motion, then all of a sudden it was racing forward again. He felt the cock thicken, then the body pushing into him, was collapsed on top of him.

Harry’s head was on his upper arm, he felt the saliva of from him, the sweat that seemed to pour from Harry’s head, as it rested heavily on his arm. He felt the cock inside quiver a few times, felt the head jerk forward, rear back, jerk forward, several times. Each time, he heard a gasp from Harry, felt the hand on his hips flex and twitch.

Terry knew that Harry had shot his load, that it was that which was pressing up into his soft lining, flowing back inside the condom. He felt his own body shaking, felt his own cock aching, as he pressed backwards, as Harry’s hot breath blew past his ear.

Looking up, he saw the customer staring at him, with a strange expression. Terry grinned his smile, as he mumbled something then found his focus, and continued to explain the intricacies of the camera focus operation. The man relaxed, as he leaned closer to listen. Terry pointed out a few more things, as the front door to the shop opened, the tiny bell jangling.

Glancing up, he stopped speaking, then quickly recovered, as he saw Harry in the doorway. His body quivered a bit, as he continued to point out the extra features to the man in front. Yet one eye kept glancing away, to follow Harry who was casually checking out the various cameras under the glass shelves of the showcases.

Terry felt his body shiver, and he also felt the wet spot that had appeared, as he had thought about that moment when Harry had cummed. He felt a strange pleasure that Harry had found his way to the shop, even after how they had parted last night.

He was finding it hard to concentrate, which surprised him. He had managed to think of last night without really missing a beat, but now that Harry was there, in the shop, he was stumbling over words, forgetting the question, and he felt like time was dragging on. He wanted the man to stop asking questions, to either buy the camera or not, because, well Harry was there.

It seemed like it took forever, but finally the man stopped asking, and had pulled out his charge card. The camera was wrapped, the receipt in the bag, when he finally felt he could breathe again. The back of the man going out the front door was the final straw as he turned to find Harry right in front of him.

‘When do you get off work?’

‘Another hour, why?’

‘Thought maybe we’d do dinner, so I could apologize for last night.’

‘You don’t have to do that.’

‘I know, but I want to.’

‘Why?’

‘I couldn’t get you out of my mind all day, there was something about last night, that well, to be honest, I haven’t experienced for a long time.’

‘Oh? What was that?’

‘Honesty.’

Terry looked directly at Harry, and felt his body quiver. He could remember how good it had felt to have Harry touch him, how hot it made him feel. He saw the way his eyes looked then, and now, and he reached out with his hand, to rest it on top of Harry’s. The touch of his hand over the older man’s gave him a bit of a start.

Looking up at Harry, he felt a strange rumble in his belly, and it wasn’t for food. Terry felt the ache inside, remembering how good it had been, and as he looked into Harry’s face, he realized that Harry had enjoyed it as well. He also realized that what he had said, offered last night, hadn’t been meant as an insult. It was how he figured he could show his appreciation, what most guys his age would expect from someone Harry’s age. He could feel Harry’s desire for him, feel his sincerity, as he smiled at him.

‘Dutch Treat?’

Harry laughed, and he took Terry’s hand into his, squeezing it a little. It was good to hear the man laugh, to see the pleasure crossing his face.