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12Dec

The Locker – Chapter 3

Chapter 3

’Tuesday’

6:45 a.m.

He opened his eyes slowly, feeling the brightness of the sun bathed room and blinked several times, feeling the heavy weight on his chest and he wondered for a minute where he was, what was holding him down when it suddenly all came clear to him. Dakota turned to stare at the mop of hair that rested under his chin and he could feel the hot breath still blowing across his chest, and as he realized that it was Noah, he felt a stirring at his groin, and he remembered all that had happened during the night. It was still a puzzle to him, why Noah had bothered to stop him from leaving but something inside told him that it was something he would eventually understand, if he gave it time but would others give him the time?

His head turned away from Noah’s head and he stared over at the small little clock on the night table. The green LED lights shone at him and he sighed a little, wondering if he had been right in coming here, in letting himself actually feel something for Noah. Sure, he liked to get off, to feel the release but it had such little real, well it just never seemed to last and for once he wanted something to last, something that wouldn’t be taken away from him. Maybe what he wanted didn’t exist, after all there was that possibility, but hell, if that was true then why did so many people bother? No, it had to exist just that maybe some gave up too easy or simply didn’t bother to try, maybe that was it?

Strange though, the second he had walked up to where Noah’s locker was he had this strange feeling that his life was about to change. It had scared him and when he had seen the faded words that hadn’t quite been wiped clear, his heart grew afraid, wondering if perhaps he had been found out, if maybe his locker assignment wasn’t random, wasn’t as innocent as it was supposed to be. Hell, he was certain that eventually his secret would come out but he had hoped it would be at his choosing, not someone else’s, but then that wasn’t realistic either and if he had become one thing, he had become realistic. Life had a way of doing that to a person and he could feel the emptiness deep in his heart where once he had felt the love and security that all kids should have.

Dakota looked back at the still sleeping boy on his chest. God it felt weird having someone’s hot breath blowing across his naked chest, and yet even as he thought about that he could feel the ache growing between his legs and he knew that he wanted Noah, wanted him in a way that he had never quite felt before and yet had. It was really weird, how he felt the desire, the lust even for the touch of another boy, and yet with Noah it seemed different. Yeah he wanted to feel that same thrill when his dick would push into the ass, but it wasn’t quite that that he wanted. He couldn’t explain it to himself, but then neither had Montana been able to fully explain it, and Montana knew about that stuff, or at least he knew a damn site more than Dakota did. It was sort of, well sort of like the time that Montana had finally been able to show him, to let him experience the same feeling he wanted to have Noah feel and yet in many ways it was so different, so strange and yet exciting.

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26Aug

Unwanted (1)

Part (1)

Josh sat there, huddled up into a small ball, holding his knees tightly. The wind swirled around him, as he shivered, but not from the cool breeze. He felt his chest ache, felt the pain searing his very soul, as he kept seeing Bradley’s face, the way the eyes narrowed, how his nostrils flared, as he shouted it at him.

‘Your Queer? Fucking Hell, you are a damn faggot?’

All he had been able to do was nod, hanging his head down, in utter desolation. Even then, his body had been shuddering, from the tone of Bradley’s once warm voice, now turned icy cold. How his lips were pursed as he screamed it at him, at how his face had gone almost white in disbelief, as he spit the words out at Josh.

It wasn’t what he had expected, but then that is how it seemed to always go. To the very few, that he had told, he had never expected to see the raw hatred take over their faces, their whole bodies. One, back in High School had even struck out at him, giving him some painful reminders, of what it meant to be a hidden minority, among a self righteous majority.

Now, at 22, he had thought he had put those kind of errors behind him, until he felt Bradley’s reaction to the news. It had taken him totally by surprise, as he really had thought that he would be the one who wouldn’t freak out, who wouldn’t lash out at him.

Josh still couldn’t believe it. How Bradley had screamed at him, so upset that with each tortured word that escaped his mouth, spittle flew at him.

‘Jesus Christ, a fucking faggot? Unfucking believable.’

Those were the words that hurt, but it was the look that sealed it for him. How could he not have seen it before, though in his own defence, he had been taken in by the boyish looks, the charm of his supposed new found friend.

They had met in the lobby of their apartment building. He had been moving in, when he first spotted Bradley, almost dropping the box in his hands. To say Bradley was a hunk, would be an understatement. The guy was just shy of six feet, about 150 pounds, and that smile was to die for. How his face looked so finely chiselled, honed really without a single blemish on it.

Then to hear his voice, as he reached out, to help prevent the box from crashing to the floor, was the topper. How soft and full of life it had sounded, how full of fun. It made his heart quiver a bit, and his body tremble some. The ease at which he simply took the box out of Josh’s shaking hands, as if they were the best of friends.

It was so seamless, the way he had grabbed another box, and led the way to his apartment, his heart pounding all the way. Even letting him in, had made him feel light headed. How fresh he had smelled, with that just washed kind of scent, nearly made him pass out, but he had held on.

Even now, he could see him, see the darkish hair and the small curl of locks, around each ear lobe. The way the hair just seemed to swirl all around a perfectly shaped head, that was atop of a perfect body. Bradley was more than just a looker, he was a living breathing specimen of perfect male sexiness.

No matter how he walked, how he moved his arms, it seemed to speak volumes about him, make his own body feel like it was being taught how to be pleasing. Josh had a boner from the instant he had spotted him, and even after an hour of moving stuff in, he still sported a stiff one. No one had ever affected him that way, but Bradley didn’t even seem to notice. If he had, well he never said.

Yet now, that was all gone. In the blink of an eye, Bradley had turned into just another one of them. He couldn’t figure out why, because really, it wasn’t like he had hit on him, or even made a half hearted pass at the guy. Not saying he hadn’t wanted to, but there was a lot more to Bradley, than being a perfect fuck fantasy.

He genuinely seemed nice, and helpful. Even that first day of meeting, he had been warm, open, and inviting. No aloofness with Bradley, who could be a poster boy for the Outgoing Male Society. Hell, before they had even finished bringing up boxes, Josh knew that Bradley was 22, worked at the local supermarket as a bagger & stock boy. Josh learned that how much he earned, that he had no girlfriend at the moment, and that to him, sex was over rated unless it was with someone you cared for. Hence his being single at the moment.

Not once did he think it meant Bradley was coming on to him, or that even he might be gay. That though never once crossed his mind, and over the few months of knowing him, it didn’t even flash across his thoughts. Oh, he spent many night with a towel, thinking of what it would be like to be naked with him, touching his perfect body with his own hands.

Maybe Bradley had sensed that? Could he have seen the desire in his own blue eyes, whenever he would steal a glance at him, or was he just looking for a reason to forgive Bradley his outburst? He did do that a lot, because after all, they all couldn’t be wrong, could they?

The tears were drying up, but he was still huddled into a ball, as he thought about Bradley, about his confession to him. How stupid could he have been. Twenty two years old, and damn it, he still couldn’t tell who was friend, who was foe. Yet, to be fair, it wasn’t like he had given Bradley any hints either, that he might be Gay.

Not like he had any skin mags laying around, or even porno flicks, never mind gay ones. So how the hell was Bradley to even guess that he might be? Like, it would shock anyone, or at least, it seemed to. Hell his own family had booted him out when they found out and if anyone should have known, it would have been them, right?

Thinking about it, it seemed like he was just going from one disappointment to another. Everyone he looked up to, had turned their back on in a New York second, when they found out he was Gay. His best friend since grade school had nearly pummelled into the hospital when he had found out, so why should Bradley have reacted any differently?

But then he was Bradley, he wasn’t some jerk who thought he was God’s gift to women, like his best friend thought. He wasn’t some egomaniac who figured he was the hottest looking guy on the planet, like his friend in High School, who had made Josh’s senior year a living hell, just because he could.

Xtra Big DicksSure there were some nice guys, but they would never just hang with him, least not alone. It was like they were two different people, when around him. Even the couple of others who worked with him, treated him differently, when they were alone on a job. Not once did they take their shirts off, or strip down to their shorts. Long pants, and shirts always on, was the routine, unless there were others around. Even when it was nearly a hundred out, they kept their shirts on.

Of course, even then, they would watch his every movement. Each time he would look up, to just wipe his brow, they’d be watching, as if making sure he kept his eyes anywhere, but on their naked chests, or bare legs. It was why his boss had stopped assigning him to large jobs. Now he was sent out to do jobs, that only required one person.

His Boss told him it was a compliment, that he was trustworthy to not dog it, when on his own, but he knew differently. It was to avoid the others being uncomfortable, around the queer. Strange how they didn’t mind showing off for each other either, just not around him. Like maybe they’d enjoy being stared at by some fag, or something like that.

Maybe that was why he got so attached to Bradley. He seemed different. Okay, he didn’t know that Josh was Gay, until now, but he was not bashful either. Man, the times he would be over on a day off, his shirt off, that gorgeous flat chest heaving ever so slightly with his breathing, was a sight to behold.

Josh loved the horseplay too. How Bradley would grab his shoulder to point out something, when they would go out together, and they had done that often. In some ways, it was like an older brother showing him around. How Bradley always seemed to stop by his place, ask him to join him in some outing, even if just to go grab a snack or pick up some milk from the corner store.

At first he was hesitant, but that lasted like ten seconds, before he was off with his new found friend. Hell, it was almost as if they had known each other forever, and Bradley never seemed to hide anything from him. Like how he believed that sex was special, that wasn’t for just getting off. He even admitted to preferring jacking off, to fucking some girl, simply because he was horny.

It was how he felt too, though not about the girl part, though he never said a word about that. Funny too, how Bradley never once asked him about girls, or even if he was looking. Not once did he try to fix him up, or talk about past exploits. Not your typical guy talk for them, as if Bradley knew, or so he had thought then. Obviously that was wrong, given how he had screamed at him, how contorted his face had become, almost instantly, when Josh had spoken that word.

How the fuck could a three letter word, make so many people go ballistic, see red and turn their friendship into outright disgust? It amazed him, even now, though maybe he shouldn’t be so surprised. After all, Bradley wasn’t the first to turn on him.

Still it hurt, as he sat there, slowly managing to lift his head up, to let the pain begin to subside inside. How it hurt, and it seemed each time, was worse than the time before. Maybe the answer was to simply not tell anyone, no matter what? Heck, he still wasn’t sure why he had told Bradley, because it wasn’t like he had asked, or anything.

Again, as usual, he kept turning it over in his mind, wondering if he had some secret wish to be hurt. Maybe that was it, he enjoyed feeling rejected, or something Freudian like that? Could be part of the sickness, part of being Gay?

Granted his few ventures into the Gay scene hadn’t been much better, though he had managed to figure out some of the meanings. Like who knew that being a bottom meant you didn’t like to fuck another guy? Then too, he was surprised at how many older guys were always hitting on the younger ones, and how they would snicker, while preening themselves, just for that reason.

It didn’t make him feel any better either, when the few guys he thought he’d like to know, turned out to be nothing more than smooth talkers, who only wanted a piece of his ass, or to feel his dick up their holes. That isn’t what he had imagined it would be like. Josh supposed he was just a romantic at heart, and the guys he met, well they said they were, but when it came right down to it, they were only interested in shooting their load, then moving on.

Maybe he wasn’t any good as a queer either? He liked the sex, it felt unreal to have another guy sucking his cock, but it never seemed to be more than just that, different in a pleasing way. He never experienced that explosion of emotion, that feeling of being wanted beyond being a sperm donor.

He sighed, finally letting himself sit upright, leaning back into the trunk of the Arbutus tree. He felt the cold wind, and wiped his face with the sleeve of his shirt. Maybe he shouldn’t have dreamed so much about Bradley? That could have been the problem, that made him think that somehow the guy was different.

All those nights, when he would lay in his bed, thinking of him, of how it would feel to make love to him. It didn’t matter that he didn’t know if he was cut or uncut, or if he had a big cock or a small one. All that mattered was that it was him, of how he would nestle into his arm, smell that scent that always gave him a hard on.

The more Josh thought about it, the more he wondered if that really was his problem, his damn imagination, his dreams of having someone hold him, care for him? Wasn’t like he got that from his own family. Seems like they always knew, though acted like it was a shock when it was spoken out loud. How his father’s face showed such disgust, his mother’s nothing but fear, as if he’d somehow turned into an evil demon.

The words, the way they spoke to him, how they seems so unwilling to realize he was the same kid from before, just that he had a different sexual need. Even the so called teachers seemed to not realize that it wasn’t some sickness, some disease that needed stamping out. They acted like he had a choice, like could switch his desires on or off. None of them understood, or maybe they just didn’t care to want to try?

And now here he was, once more feeling rejected, from some guy who he should have known would throw a bird. Yet it wasn’t that way in his dreams, when he would imagine a life of actually being wanted, instead of the reality of his young life.

In those nights, he was on cloud nine, the way he would imagine himself coming back to his apartment, all sweaty from a day’s digging and planting. How his shirt would stink from his sweat, still even be damp from it, and there he would see Bradley, sitting down by his apartment door. Not Bradley’s, but his, and how his face would look so unhappy, until he turned and would see Josh coming out of the elevator, and turning to come towards him.

Then those eyes would suddenly come to life, sparkling. His face would begin to glow, and he would push his lean body upwards, his back still leaning against the door. He’d be wearing that red t-shirt, that showed off his muscles, that seemed to just wrap around each bulging sinew. He would spot the chest, how the small orbs of his pecs would push out.

His eyes would brighten too, at seeing Bradley waiting, and they would devour that golden skinned face, before moving down, to take in the heaving chest. It always heaved, as if Bradley was suddenly short of breath, or had it taken from him, by the excitement of seeing him, Josh.

Then he would let his eyes move downwards, as he started to move a bit faster, despite the soreness in his legs, from squatting all day over flower beds. They would widen as the took in Bradley’s slender waist, how the belt was flapping, as it was way too big for that slight perfect waist. The buckle would gleam in the hall light, as he would stare, usually licking his lips. Then he’d glance up, to see the tail end of Bradley’s tongue sliding back inside, from having just licked his lower lip. The tip would be curled, from pressing up around the corner of his mouth, than was now open, in a big grinning smile. The white teeth seeming to glisten, despite the yellowish light of the hallway.

Josh would feel his tiredness dissipate a little, as he would be coming closer to Bradley. His body would be tense, the ache from work replaced by the one of desire, that was growing throughout his whole body. How his groin would throb too, as he got closer, as his eyes moved back down, to take in all of Bradley’s slender frame.

They would move down, to see the skin tight pants and the bulge at the groin. There would be no mistaking that bulge, no mistaking that it contained something special, that he, and he only, would be allowed to enjoy, as soon as he could get inside his apartment door.

In his dreams, it was always that way, always a frantic rush at first, and even now, he could feel his cock stirring, as the dream was being played in his mind. How his eyes would bulge, as he got closer, because he could see Bradley groin growing. The way the pants would tighten even more, the tell tale bulge moving the pants outwards, as if to greet him.

Then he would be up close, and Bradley would step aside, breathing in Josh’s scent as he moved just enough to let him put the key into the lock. How he could smell Bradley too, that fresh washed aroma, that always drove him crazy. How it would make his legs weak at the knees. He could feel his hands fumbling with his keys, as his arm would brush past that flat washboard stomach, the heat coming from the skin beneath the shirt, making him hurry to open the door.

God, how good it felt, to hear him suck in his breath, and give a small whimpering sound, as he smelled Josh’s body smell. How his nostrils would be flaring, trying to take all of his scent in, at once. Josh could see how his legs quivered, in the tight pants, the bulge threatening to burst out, to rip through the tough jean fabric.

Somehow the door would be pushed open, and he’d step inside, feeling Bradley right behind him, the door always suddenly slamming shut. The lock would be turned, with a loud clanking sound, making it secure, preventing anyone from suddenly intruding.

He would turn, his keys dangling in his hand, when he would feel Bradley’s hands grab his shoulders, pulling his own trembling body close to Bradley’s. How his eyes would flutter, seeing that tuft of hair over one eye shake, then he’d hear his keys hitting the carpet of his hallway.

Josh would feel all the air in his lungs being sucked out, rushing like in a typhoon, as he would feel the hot press of Bradley’s thin lips against his own. He’d feel his mouth opening, to take the offered tongue, that was twisting and eager to enter him. He’d feel the hands reaching around, taking his buttocks in their palms, clenching at the shivering flesh, grabbing them hard with a sense of desperation.

He’d feel his body trembling, feel the tremors reaching for his heart, as their lips would grind into each other, their tongues duelling each other inside of his mouth one second, then inside of Bradley’s. Josh would feel the hands tearing at him, reaching for his belt, for his pants button and then he’s see lights behind his eyelids. His body would be shaking, as he felt the air caress his naked thighs, then his groin. Somehow Bradley would always have his pants down, and without knowing, he’d have done the same to him. He would feel the press of a hard thick cock into the soft belly of his groin, never seeing it but just feeling it press into his soft trembling flesh.

Laying there, against the tree, he could feel his heart kicking up a fuss. The blood was starting to rush, as his mind kept going back to his dreams, kept trying to make them more real, than reality. He knew it wasn’t going to help him, now that he had spoken up, had told his secret to Bradley. That dream would never be the same now, as he sniffled, the mood suddenly coming to an end.

He felt the pain again, wondering why he had spoken up, why he had told Bradley he was gay. It wasn’t like he had any notion that by speaking up, that he would suddenly have his dream become reality. He wasn’t that stupid. Then again, maybe he was, because he did just, well blurt it out. Just, that the idea of being held tightly by Bradley, of having him touch him seemed so, possible.

Josh felt the confusion, yet also the desire inside of him. He wanted someone, and maybe that was why he had done what he did. He wanted Bradley, even knowing it wasn’t going to happen. He wanted to feel his hand moving up and down Bradley firm chest. To feel the chest hairs move beneath his fingers, to tweak his nipples that he imagined would be firm.

The whole idea of touching him, of moving his hand slowly across his chest, of twisting a nipple, maybe even licking it or nibbling on it, while his hand would lightly run down the chest towards Bradley’s belly. To feel the muscles rolling under his hand, to feel the warmth of his flesh, as the hand would slide down, to maybe play with the wiry pubic hairs. The way his own breath would get short, become labored, as he anticipated that moment when his fingers would touch the rock hard root of Bradley’s cock. God, how he ached for that chance, and how much it seemed to be driving him.

Leaning there, he could almost see it, even though he had no idea what Bradley looked like, naked. What he wouldn’t give to have that moment. Just to stare at his naked body, at his groin unhindered by any clothing. To be able to just gawk at him, to think of what it would be like, was all he really wanted, that was now lost to him forever.

Josh knew he was being stupid, even as his own hand moved down over his bulging crotch. Still, the idea of him and Bradley, was overpowering. He knew it was stupid, but he couldn’t get him out of his mind, not that easy. Maybe in time, but for now, he still felt his desire for him. If only he hadn’t said anything, if he’d have just kept it to himself, things might not be as they were now.

He sighed, feeling dejected, realizing how stupid he was. Yet the image of Bradley, in a t-shirt, in tight jeans sitting next to him on the sofa, watching television, still flashed before him. He could smell him too, that aroma that always gave him a super boner. God, how sick was he? Even now, to be thinking of him, to be rubbing his own aroused dick, despite the reaction he had just gone through.

Even the idea of trying to talk to him, lurked in the back of his mind, which was stupid. There was no mistaking that look, that hatred, when he had told him he was Gay. Yet despite that, he was already thinking of trying to patch it up, to maybe still be friends. That was sick, he thought, as his hand moved over his hard crotch. Christ, how the thought of Bradley made him so hard, so horny.

The sound of someone coughing startled him. Josh quickly pulled his hand up and leaned forward, towards the sound. His eyes grew wide, as standing there, in front of him was the guy of his dreams. He couldn’t believe it, as he stared, open mouthed at Bradley. No way had he not noticed what Josh had been doing, yet there was no anger, no hatred in his eyes, or in his face.

‘Figured this is where you’d come.’

‘to be continued’

 

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Part (1)

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

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Jesse stared at Connie, as he felt his hand run across his cheek. Connie could feel his body trembling, as he touched the soft skin, as they looking into each other’s eyes. He had never felt this way before, and even though they had blown their wads, he couldn’t help but still feel very aroused, very excited. He knew it wouldn’t be long, before they were once more clawing at each other, touching and just enjoying the wild sensation of being with another person, that way.

Many didn’t understand it, how they could have such feelings, but that was their problem, not his. And it wasn’t like he was some sex maniac either, because truth was, it wasn’t like the magazines, the stories, or the videos made it out to be. You didn’t just find someone, then rip their clothes off, and fuck.

Boyfunks beautiful boy JeffOkay, this was different, or was it? They had gone through something together, shared something that many never shared. They had bonded, without saying a word, without even really knowing each other. Still, it was nothing like how they said, it was real, and the dried cum on his stocky body, on Jesse’s slender frame, was real.

And he knew, from that touch, that they had something special between them, that would only grow. Not just his dick, or Jesse’s, but what they were feeling inside, where it really counted.

Connie pulled himself upright a bit, leaning up against the bare wall of his secret place, and Jesse moved up to lean next to him. They just grinned at each other, though he could see how moved Jesse was, how much his early shooting had effected him. Granted, at that particular moment, when it dawned on  him that Jesse had cum, he had felt disappointed, but it only lasted a millisecond. He knew, inside, that there would be more opportunities, and even the realization of it being out of circumstance, he didn’t mind. It didn’t seem so bad, knowing that right now a few toughs were out looking for him and Jesse, waiting to attack him, to beat him into a pulp. He also knew, that if cornered, he’d not hold back anymore. He had tasted victory, and it was sweet, just as it was in the ring.

‘Connie, uh, how long you figure we going to hide out here?’

Looking at him, he realized he was scared, desperately trying to not show it. Inside, he felt a bit of that fear, but he also knew, he was about to blow this area, to head off to college, where he hoped things would be different.

‘As long as we have to, I guess.’

‘They won’t give up, no matter how long we stay away.’

‘No, they won’t, but hell, we have loads of canned stuff, last about a few weeks or more, if we go easy on it. Plus there is fresh water and even fish in the river, so really, we can hide out here, as long as we want.’

‘Nothing is forever Connie, besides, as much as I don’t want to think about it, eventually we have to go back, don’t we?’

‘Yeah, I have to get back, to grab my stuff then blow this place, forever.’

‘College?’

‘Yeah, but what about you? Did you get in anywhere, away from here?’

‘No.’

‘How come? I mean, you didn’t fail did you?’

‘No, just uh, oh shit, I am not a 4.0 student, not a jock, so no chances at any scholarships, and well, it isn’t cheap, college.’

‘Your parents not able to help?’

‘Oh they could, but I won’t take it, not under their terms. I’d rather dig ditches than give in to their conditions.’

Deep in the pit of his stomach, Connie had a pretty good idea what those conditions might be. In some ways he was lucky, in that while his parents didn’t care for his lifestyle, they were quite willing to pay the price, to have him out of their lives. It sucked, in one way, but was a blessing in another, because it meant he could get away.

Looking over at Jesse, he felt his pain, and let his hand reach out, to take hold of Jesse’s. He felt the coldness, felt the misery, as he held it tightly, then brought it up and kissed the back of it, as he moved his body, shifting to lean into Jesse’s body. He let his arm move around his slender body, pulling it closer to his own.

The feel of Jesse’s head on his shoulder, felt good, as he let his one hand gently caress the back of the blond hair. It felt so soft, so silky that it made him quiver a bit. He could feel the way Jesse’s chest heaved a bit, how his face buried into the muscle of his upper shoulder, how the warm tears felt as they began to trickle down.

Laying there, with Jesse in his arms, made him feel contented. He knew there was some real problems ahead, for them both, but somehow, he just knew he couldn’t leave Jesse to face them alone. It wasn’t right, to just take his ticket and go, leaving the wrath of Tim & his gang, to fall on Jesse. And fall it would, but how could it be avoided? He didn’t quite have an answer, yet, but they had time.

There was no sense in heading back to town, until there was no choice, which gave them a chance, to not just be together, but to maybe figure something out. He wasn’t sure what, but he owed him that much.

Finally, Jesse lifted his head off of Connie’s shoulder, and wiped his eyes. He looked over at him, noticing how red and puffy the eyes were, but also how they seemed to sparkle a bit, as if there was a bit of fire inside.

‘sorry about that.’

‘no problem, you okay?’

‘yeah, just that, I dunno, sometimes it just, you know, gets a bit much.’

‘yeah, I know.’

Jesse leaned back a bit, and stared hard at Connie. His eyes were questioning him, as if not quite believing that a tough guy like him, would feel the same way. He saw how his eyes peered into his, and he didn’t turn away. Truth was, when he was younger, when he wasn’t all muscle, he spent many nights crying into his pillow.

‘I normally don’t bawl my eyes out like that, guess it was just, the after shock of everything, I mean…’

‘you don’t have to explain it to me Jesse, I get it.’

‘for real?’

‘yeah, it sucks, but yeah, for real.’

‘so, when do you have to… shit, I really don’t want to think of that, not now, not when you are so close.’

‘we’ll have to, soon enough, but yeah, for now, let’s just.. i don’t know, ignore all that, besides, I think I need to do some personal exploring.’

‘huh? Exploring? Where? I mean you aren’t…’

Connie leaned and covered Jesse’s mouth with his, and stifled his sudden onset of panic. He felt the tense body, go limb in his arms, as he gathered him up and brought him closer. He kissed deeply, his tongue driving deep inside, duelling with Jesse’s own. His hands began to move down the lanky frame, as he felt Jesse move his leg closer, wrapping it over Connie’s. He also felt the growing stiffness, of not just his own dick, but of Jesse’s, as it pushed into his belly. It felt so good.

He could feel the slender guy awakening, as his hands began to explore Connie’s body, with as much intensity as his were. It felt amazing, at how the soft hand moved across his belly, down between their two bodies, to touch his penis, to make him shudder. It was like the electricity had suddenly returned, with even more of a charge, than at first. Connie couldn’t believe how his whole body seemed to be shaking, quivering with the excitement, and how Jesse’s seem to be doing the same.

How his fingers groped down, to touch the base of his cock, how his own hand had suddenly moved down between them as well. How it moved to grab hold of Jesse’s cock, to wrap the fingers around it, feeling it pulse, feeling it throb to his simple hold. It was amazing, yet hard for his mind to grasp, given all the other pleasures that were once more rushing through.

Connie felt his head being pushed back as Jesse’s own head lunged forward, his mouth now over his throat, his tongue licking at the hollow of his neck, as the hands pinned his shoulders back, then moved up and down his body. Jesse had moved to where he was basically, on top and it felt so fucking good, Connie could almost scream.

His whole body was laid out on the ground, his head twisting back and forth, as Jesse worked on his upper body, with his hands, his tongue and lips. He felt himself moaning, not hearing it, just feeling it, as his body squirmed, shook to the hard then soft, then hard, touch of the hands. How they fingers moved around his chest, reaching and circling his nipples, then suddenly grabbing hold of them, tweaking them a bit, then releasing them. Then suddenly he’d feel the mouth over it, the lips pressing down into his skin, the teeth grating lightly across the very tip of the nipple, then suddenly bite down on it, and pull up, making him groan, and flop around more.

Every part of his body seemed on fire, as his hands kept flaying at the scattered leaves on the dirt ground. Then they’d move back up, to try and corral Jesse’s moving body. His legs were pinning him down, then between them, the knee wedged up tight into his scrotum, his balls pushed and flattened up into his groin. He could feel himself moaning, hear the distant echo of the hard panting sounds, that came from them both.

The hot liquid around his thigh only made him moan more, made him clutch up at the swirling body, knowing it was the pre cum from Jesse’s dripping cock. His own pole, throbbed with desire, as he groaned, with every touch, every press against him.

Then suddenly it stopped.

Connie felt his body tremble, as there was a sudden emptiness. No hands moved along his body, no lips pressed down or teeth nibbling at his flesh. Nothing, and his head couldn’t figure it out, when suddenly he felt the hard grasp of a hand wrapping around the base of his cock. His eyes started to open, to see what was happening, when he felt the lips.

He cried out, as the hot mouth suddenly closed around the head of his cock, the weight of the young man resting on his legs, which straightened out, and shook, as he felt the press of the lips, against the fiery top of his cock head.

The warmth was unbelievable, as he felt the quick flick of the tongue, knowing that his dripping precum was being taken, was being swallowed. His whole body was on fire, as he felt every pore opening, oozing rivers of his sweat, to run all down his muscled body. His stomach quivered, the muscles rolling inside, in an unbelievable pattern of increasing waves, that just made him sweat even more.

Connie didn’t even notice the hard ground, as his fists hit it, repeatedly. His mind was blank, as wave after wave of pure pleasure came rushing through, only making him moan and cry out his enjoyment. He could feel the blond hair swaying across his stomach, making him writhe about more. It felt so light, so stinging almost, as it was dripping sweat, almost like tiny little lashes of a whip end, as they moved across his belly.

The pain of holding back, was too much. His whole groin was about to explode, as he cried out, as the mouth suddenly pulled up off his cock head. He felt his lungs sucking in air, as his body slowly relaxed, as the pressure in his groin eased. Connie couldn’t believe how good he was feeling, and how much he needed this interlude.

Just as he was about to reach up, his fists no longer pounding the dirt with joy, he felt the stinging lashes across his stomach, as Jesse’s hair moved across his still stomach. Then once more his cock was being coated in a warm wetness, that has him clenching his fists, had his legs trying to stretch out of the skin. His toes ached, as they flexed up and down, as the pleasure came roaring back inside.

‘Oh God’ he cried out, as the mouth moved down, until he could feel the nose poking into the side between his crotch and inner thigh. He could feel Jesse’s hot breath, blowing as he tried to breathe through the nose, while taking all of his cock down into his throat. Nothing seemed real, and at times, he felt like he was floating, other times, drowning in his own seed, because he refused to let it free.

His arms became heavy, his eyes were closed so tightly he could feel the eyelashes digging into his cheeks, just under the eyes. His whole body was shaking, as the lips moved up and down, along his throbbing pole. There was no stopping it now, he thought, as his body began to swing, to move up in time with each downward push of Jesse’s head. He had his one hand up, the fingers wrapped tightly around several strands of hair, yanking on them, then pulling on them, as he tried to quicken pace, to force the head to move faster up and down his pole.

Crying out, he couldn’t hear anything beyond the thunder of his heart. It was beating so fast, he didn’t think anyone could ever count it, and that he’d have a blasted stroke, the way it was beating. Yet even as he heard the roar in his ears, he could feel the pain deep in his chest, as his lungs were drained of the last of his air.

Jesse had moved his whole body, in between Connie’s legs. He had pushed the two strong legs aside, as if they were feathers, and had moved his whole body up, to keep the legs apart. His head was bent over, working on Connie’s cock, sucking on it like it was a siphon to some secret stash of a magical elixir.

The pounding grew, and his whole body was nothing but a pile of burning flesh under a raging river of sweat. He could feel the way it flowed all over his body, dripping between his legs, making his body hairs flatten. He was soaked, as the head continued to move up and down, faster with each halting breath he took.

He could feel his hips moving upwards, then come crashing back down to the ground. His cheeks made a hard thump each time they crashed down, but only for a brief moment, before they were once more being lifted upwards, to greet the greedy throat that held his cock.

‘I can’t hold it, oh God, I am cumming’ he yelled, in a strange gurgling sound, as his body heaved, as the waves of pleasure were replaced by a sudden surge of electricity. He felt the hairs on his body suddenly bolt upright, felt the way his legs shot out, becoming steel boards. His arms were suddenly on the ground, laid out like a giant hammer had pinned them to the ground. His head throbbed, ached even, as strange lights flashed behind his closed eyelids.

His lungs were suddenly empty, no air was coming in, as his mind clouded over, grew very light headed. His heart seemed to have changed gears, from overdrive to super hyper drive. It was like an engine running amok, no control, no way to brake its wild charge forward, constantly gaining speed, becoming faster and faster.

With his head tilting up, his neck also tilting up and his shoulders firmly digging into the ground, Connie felt the explosion rolling through his whole body. His arms pined, and his feet too, as if a thousand pounds of weight were on each. Yet, his torso was up, lifted up off the ground and high up in the air, nearly soaring to the clouds, it was so far up.

The rush made his head swim, made the roar in his ears grow to a thundering crescendo, as his body arched even more, his cock firmly impaled deep down into Jesse’s throat. He could feel the head, feel it rearing back, even as his hips shot upwards.

He felt the lips tighten their hold, in anticipation, as he screamed, as the hot liquid churning in his balls, suddenly came flooding out and into his cock. He felt the skin stretch, as the liquid rushed through, bulging the skin, and then he felt the head shoot forward. The tiny little slit at the top widening, and the stream was burning as it flashed past, threatening to rip the tiny slit wide open.

Every nerve in his body seemed to suddenly explode, and filled him with an unbelievable warm and content feeling. It wasn’t like a sudden release of electricity, but more like a sense of well being, that he had never experienced before. It was like a warm deep wave crashing all over him, washing everything away. Taking the tension, the fears, that rested inside, and throwing them aside, leaving nothing but utter happiness.

Tears were rolling down the corners of his eyes, as his body slowly seemed to come down from the strange high it had achieved. His lungs burned, from no air, his mouth was bone dry, and his heart seemed ready to just explode, but it too, was beginning to slow down, to ease down a notch or two.

His head was like a ball of cotton, fuzzy and warm, as he heard strange sounds begin to replace the roaring thunder they were used to. He could hear the coughing, the gagging sound in the distance, but he also hears a strange indistinguishable sound, almost like singing, but not quite that. Connie felt his body shaking, as if he was in the middle of 9.0 earthquake.

His cock was still trembling, as the last of his milk, came dribbling out, sliding down the underside of it. He could hear the gasping sound, and he realized that the mouth no longer covered his dick, that the head no longer was bent over his crotch. The hairs no longer grazed his belly, and yet he couldn’t open his eyes, not just yet. The shudders continued for some time, until finally he felt them subside, and opened his eyes, to stare upwards.

The dark craggy roof of the cave didn’t register at first, then as he glanced down, he could see Jesse. His chin was coated with his dried cum, and the head that had been hovering over him, was now leaning backwards, looking up at the same roof.

There were streaks all down the still heaving chest, that Connie was sure was dried cum, mingled with sweat. He could see the dots, the tracks too, as his eyes adjusted to the dimness of the cave. Looking at Jesse, he knew he couldn’t leave him behind, not alone, not to face Tim or the others. He knew that what he had found today, wasn’t just a friend, but someone who was more like a part of him.

He also could see the desire, even in the rolled back eyes. It was amazing how he could notice every tiny detail, while still trying to catch is own breath. How the vein running down to one side of the neck was still throbbing, how the left nipple was sort of shaking, vibrating really, while the right seemed as rigid as a two by four.

The way the whole slender body seemed to be at odds with each other. Like how the stomach looked like it was rolling up and down, as the chest heaved and shook.  How the arms, that held him up, were shaking, quivering as he tried to hold on, to keep supporting the weight. How each nostril flared, opening wide then collapsing inwards, the mouth slightly opened as well, adding to the intake of air.

Finally Jesse moved off, though in reality it looked more like he simply rolled off, to lay beside Connie. It was more as if he had simply been unable to support his body upright, and as they lay side by side, Connie knew he wasn’t going to leave him behind, not without one hell of a fight, if it came to that.

He opened his eyes, his mind made up, to see Jesse staring at him, a small smile across his mouth. Connie leaned forward, head tilted to one side, and he gave him a small kiss, tasting the remnants of his cum on the lips. Then he leaned back, his eyes not leaving Jesse’s face. One hand, reached out, and rested lightly on Jesse’s warm arm.

‘how much cash you got?’

‘Huh?’

‘you got anything saved, I mean in a bank account or anything?’

‘why, you thinking of charging me or something?’

‘bitch, no, not for that, seriously, how much, if any, have you got?’

‘not much, about 700 I suppose, why?’

‘got any credit cards, your own?’

‘VISA, but, what is this about?’

‘That’ll do, hell it’ll have to.’

‘Okay, glad you approve, but what the fuck are you rambling on about.’

Connie stared hard into Jesse’s face. He could see the confusion, as Jesse tried to figure out what he was up to, in asking those questions. Yet, it was so damn obvious, he could kick himself for not thinking of it before now.

‘I am not going to leave you.’

‘Well, glad to hear that, least for now, as I kind of want my turn.’

‘Shit, not that, I am serious man, I don’t want to leave you, not now, not later either.’

‘Yeah well, not practical, is it? I mean you are off to college, so, it isn’t like you are going to hang around, now is it?’

‘Only if you refuse.’

‘Refuse what? Fuck, talk sense dude’

‘It’s your choice, but I want you to come with me.’

He could see the surprise on Jesse’s face. The way the eyes opened wide, and the mouth sort of just hung open, he knew it hadn’t sunk in yet. He waited, as Jesse closed his mouth, and as his eyes focused onto his. He could see a small tremor going through his upper body, see the chest heave a bit, as he tried to digest what Connie was trying to say to him.

‘I don’t, I mean, are you sure, of what you are asking me?’

‘I am sure, should have thought of it sooner, but no way can you stay here, not with Tim and his goons hunting for you. And don’t think it’ll end with just one shit kicking, I know how those mother fuckers are.’

‘Yeah but, I don’t see how.’

‘Look, not like your folks would care, right? I know that sucks, but it is the truth, isn’t it?’

‘yeah’

‘so what have you got to lose? Come with me, we can share a place, and be away from this place, from guys like Tim.’

‘do you know what you are suggesting?’

‘I know’

‘And if I refuse?’

Connie lifted himself up onto his arm, his upper body up off the ground. His eyes bore straight into Jesse’s, as his hand reached out, and he took hold of Jesse’s shoulder.

‘Then college will have to wait, until you change your mind.’

He could see the shock in his face, even in his own body, he could feel it as he heard himself say those words. Maybe he was being crazy, stupid perhaps, but he couldn’t leave, knowing that Jesse would have to endure endless beatings. It hadn’t been his fight to begin with, but had stuck his nose in, to help him. How could he leave him behind? Besides, he felt a strange attraction, not just at how good he looked, or even the sex that they had just enjoyed.

It was something else, something far more powerful, than anything he had every felt before, and which he doubted he’d every feel again. Maybe he was crazy, but as he stared at Jesse., he couldn’t help but feel excited, feel so at ease, comfortable, that he knew, any sacrifice, would be worth just being with Jesse.

To be continued…

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Part (4)

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

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Tough Guy pt. 2

Part (2)

With their huffing becoming less noticeable, Connie took a careful look at Jesse, who returned the stare, unflinching. They looked for a few minutes, before Connie finally stood upright, the ache in his chest no longer. He glanced around a bit, to get his bearings, then with a sort of ‘follow me’ nod, he moved further into the dense grove of trees, that really weren’t all that dense.

Fact is, the forest was just old, and not many new trees could survive among the more older, established one’s. There was amble space between the huge giants, mainly covered with various bushes and foliage, that could survive with limited sunlight. The large trees provided a huge canopy of leaves and limbs, that filtered out the sun. It also gave the lower area, where they were, a sort of twilight appearance.

You could see the haze really, that was all sorts of stuff, like pollen floating around. The odd beam shone through, making it seem like huge bolts of light. It was cooler too, than if you were just out under the sun, which suited them both, as they made their way further into the forest. Connie knew that the other’s would come for them, but that they rarely moved far into the forest.

Ever since he had been a kid, he had played in the forest, despite its reputation. For him, it really was a sanctuary, and it was okay with him, if the other’s were too chicken to venture far into it. Some said it was haunted, other’s said it was possessed. While the local preachers didn’t come out and agree, they did warn the unwary about the evils that lurked in wooden groves, and how its ancient past, was one best left unexplored.

He used to laugh at that, but there were times, when he had been just walking along the natural paths, that he wondered about the forest. Not like he believed it was haunted, or had evil spirits living in it, just that it felt odd, strange. Still, it was the one safe refuge he had, and there always was something to keep him going, if the need arose.

A small stream ran deep through the forest, and it never seemed to dry up in the summer, like many of the others. There was fish in it too, but he didn’t try to catch any, unless he was hiding there for a long period of time. He valued the wildlife, sticking to the berries and stuff. He even found a couple of fruit trees, off in a grove of their own, set apart, that had surprised him when he had found them.

It never stopped amazing him either, at how the forest seemed to keep its natural beauty, and yet there were always an easy path to follow through, as if it had been made just for that purpose. Maybe it was haunted, or maybe it was a fluke, but it held it in awe, realizing how the forest always seemed to surprise him, in a good way.

He turned to watch Jesse coming up, who had fallen a bit behind. He waited by a large tree, that was near the stream. He could feel the cool air around, and he decided it was deep enough in, that they could maybe take a break. Jesse did seem to be lagging a bit.

‘We can catch a break here, if you want.’

‘Yeah sure, if you want, man this is fucking awesome, so old and yet, it feels so alive.’

‘Really? You feel that?’

‘Uh huh, don’t you?’

Connie had sat down, resting against the trunk, and was staring up at Jesse. He could see the amazement in his eyes, how he kept looking around, upwards too, that surprised him. He never figured him for a nature lover, or that he would so get the place, yet that is exactly what he had done.

‘yep, just, never figured anyone else would.’

Jesse moved closer, and sat himself down, crossing his legs over and leaning back onto his hands. His head tilted upwards, staring at the lush covering above, at the long thick limbs that were bigger than most of the trees in town. His eyes seemed to be glittering, as Jesse kept looking all around.

Even as Connie watched him take it all, he couldn’t help but notice how he sat, how his groin seemed exposed. There was no mistaking how well he filled out the crotch of his jeans either, and how firm it all looked. It had been a long time since he’d been able to just lean back, and enjoy something as natural as that.

‘so uh, what’s the deal?’

‘deal?’

‘yeah, why won’t they come in here after us? They don’t like big trees, or are there some dangerous critters in here, a bear or two maybe?’

He laughed at the idea of some big bear crashing through the underbrush, to rear up and roar out, scaring everyone out of the woods. It would be worth it too, to see Tim come face to face with an angry bear, on its hind legs, claws extended.

‘Nah, nothing like that, they just think the place is haunted, home to evil spirits or some mean ghost.’

‘for real?’

‘uh huh, hell, the only thing this town ever agreed on, was to block some forest company from wanting to cut down some of the trees. They were all afraid of the evil being let loose on the town.’

‘no shit?’

‘no shit, but I’ve been coming here since a little guy, never saw any ghosts, or anything.’

‘how can, I mean, that’s just silly, isn’t it?’

‘Oh, I don’t know, silly that something evil lives here, because how good anything this great, let anything evil live here? But, I don’t know, at times, I kinda wonder if there isn’t some spirit, or something like that here.’

‘I know what you mean, I think.’

‘yeah?’

Jesse looked at Connie, then lowered his head and turned away. Connie watched the expressions changing on his face, at how the filtered light kept adding and moving shadows across his thin face. The way his lip seemed puffed up on one side, from the fight, all made him sit quietly, watching him thinking. How his eyes seemed to sparkle one second, then grow dim for another moment.

If anything, Jesse’s face seemed to grow even thinner, and the way his forehead wrinkled into a frown, sort of, made him hold still. It was as if Jesse was trying to make up his mind about something, and Connie didn’t want to intrude. It was eerie in a way, because he didn’t know the guy. Oh sure, he’d seen him around, admired his lean looks, but that was as far as it ever went.

Okay, maybe an odd thought when whacking off, but it wasn’t like he obsessed over him. He just liked how he looked, and okay, wouldn’t mind a tumble with him, but hell, he didn’t even know if he was gay or not.

‘It is, it is like as soon as you walk in, get a bit further in, you feel a sort of calm come over you, almost as if it was like some jacket or something, that you put on, when it starts to get cold. And yet, I dunno, it just seems unexpected, and then, at the same time, sort of what you would expect. Not making much sense, am I?’

‘No, you are, it is, I guess not easy to put into words.’

‘That’s for sure, when you try, and hear yourself, you sort of feel like a boob or something.’

‘Uh huh, but I don’t know, maybe that is part of its whole mystery. I mean, you hear yourself saying something odd, sappy even, and yet, you just felt like you had to try.’

‘yeah. Uh, how long you figure they gonna keep hunting for us?’

‘I don’t know, awhile I suppose, considering how I decked Tim. I should have been satisfied with getting a few licks in, then let him win, but…’

‘you just had enough?’

‘yeah, how’d you know?’

‘Been there, more times than I like to think of, I mean fuck man, you’d figure by now I’d be used to that shit.’

‘Uh, what shit?’

‘Being called a fag, having to let them win, when you just know you can kick their sorry homophobe asses each time, it gets tiring.’

‘Uh, you uh…’

‘gay? Yeah, can’t u tell?’

‘no, really can’t, guess I never, I mean… shit, I can’t.’

‘I have the same problem, everyone I know talks about gaydar, about being able to tell, and I dunno, I think it’s all bullshit.’

‘I feel that way myself, I mean sure, some guys it isn’t too hard to figure out, but most, no way can I tell.’

‘me neither.’

They both sat there, doing everything but look at each other. A small breeze seemed to be blowing through the forest, making the air fresh, with all the scents from deep inside. Small clusters of pollen seemed to be on an endless journey, as the air swirled around them, as they were both lost in their own thoughts.

Connie felt no longer alone. To begin with, he wasn’t the only one who had trouble a fellow queer, and that sort of made him feel like he was less of a freak. Odd to think of that, but when you don’t feel like you belong to the main group, and can’t tell who is in your own group, makes you wonder if you aren’t some sort of, well freak. To know you weren’t alone, kind of made things okay.

He felt himself relaxing even more, and the more he thought about it, he began to hum a bit. It wasn’t anything catchy, but it was rather funny, as this thought kept whirling around in his mind. Connie felt himself grinning, as he settled back a bit into the tree trunk, which made Jesse look at him, in a quizzical way.

‘uh, wanna share what has you beaming?’

‘LOL, beaming? No, just that, I had this thought, and well, it makes me laugh, a bit.’

‘Oh, so you gonna share?’

Connie grinned as he sat back upright, this time looking straight into Jesse’s face. He saw how his face looked, and how thin his body was, but he also could feel the desire for him, growing. He was comfortable being with him, not just because he had helped out in his fight with Tim, but in just how he talked, how he looked.

‘Yeah.’

‘Well?’

‘God you are an impatient bitch, aren’t you?’

‘Hey, I haven’t said I’d be a bottom, or anything, so watch it yourself… Bitch’

Connie burst out laughing, and as he watched Jesse laugh with him, he also noticed how damn hot he suddenly looked. Not that he wasn’t hot before, but the worry seemed gone from his face, and there was a whole lot more happiness shining through his face, than he had ever seen in one guy.

‘Fuck, okay, so ask yourself this, smarty pants, here we are, two ordinary queers, right?’

‘Uh yeah, though I like to think of myself as being a bit above ordinary, if you don’t mind.’

‘lol, okay above average, and we both, have troubles figuring out who else is gay, right?’

‘Uh, yeah we already went through this.’

‘Yeah yeah, but if we have trouble telling, and we are gay, how come guys like Tim and Parker can so easily tell we are? Unless…’

Jesse looked puzzled for a second or two, as he went over it all in his head, then he began to giggle a bit, as he looked over at Connie. The way his eyes seemed to shine, as he got Connie’s meaning, and the giggling became a bit louder, a bit more from inside. His face was simply aglow, as he thought about the prospect, and then he started to laugh uncontrollably.

‘Oh fuck, that is rich, but then too, can you imagine that guy you pummelled, being gay? God, he’d die a blasted virgin, no self respecting fag would do him, not the way he looks. Say, you don’t think he picks on you because, well, secretly he’s got a crush on ya?’

‘Oh Shit, man you trying to make me puke?’

‘lol, no, but damn, I never thought about it, just how do some of them know about us, unless they got their own gaydar happening? That is priceless.’

‘Uh huh, kind of thought you’d see the irony in it.’

‘oh man, suddenly the idea of being holed up out here for a bit, doesn’t seem so bad.’

‘It can be okay, uh, what about your folks, they going to worry?’

‘Them? Nah, I’ve stayed out for days before, way before I was eighteen, never called either, and it was, well… no, not a problem for me, you?’

Connie could see the quick mask come up, to hide the pain of what his home life was like, not like his was any better. Strange how they could be proud of his winning boxing matches, because that is what a guy does, but not about him being gay.

Parents could be so difficult. He could remember how his parents would yell at him to keep his music down, the hardcore heavy metal he liked, then bitched at him when he put on some classical music, saying it was for sissy boys, not their son. Stranger was how they played the same classical stuff, during their dinner parties.

‘no, not a problem, not for ages.’

‘then I guess we are set, to camp out, uh, except uh…’

‘what? You going to tell me you never camped out before?’

‘no, I’ve camped out, just I usually had food and a sleeping bag with me, I am not some caveman.’

‘lol, sorry, uh not a problem, I got a stash a bit further in, some canned stuff, and dry wood too, for a small fire.  Come on, we’ll head over now, would hate to have you catch a cold now, you poor frail thing.’

‘Damn if I hadn’t seen you deck that thick head, I’d take you on, but for now, I’ll just bide my time.’

‘Oh? Think I’ll let my guard down, and you jump and get your shots in?’

Jesse stared at him, as he stood up. Connie couldn’t help but notice a bit of firmness in his basket, and he quickly glanced away, but not before Jesse had noticed. Funny thing was, he felt a bit excited about spending the night with him, even though he hadn’t really thought about it, in a sexual way.

‘didn’t figure you for a bottom, but hey, suits me fine.’

‘bitch’

‘maybe, if you play your cards right, us skinny runts, we like big strong he-men to worship at our shrine.’

‘Jesus, where do you come up with this stuff?’

‘I read a lot.’

‘Too much fiction, by the sounds of it.’

‘Nah, just harlequin for men.’

‘They have that? Oh shit… you got me, didn’t you?’

‘Uh huh, Mr Big Strong He Man, I done got ya. Now come on, I didn’t get breakfast, so let’s go see what goodies you got hidden away.’

Connie began to turn away, to lead the way when he glanced back. The way he had said the words, was almost flirty sounding, if there was such a word. Certainly seemed to have more than one meaning, and he wondered, was Jesse really hitting on him, or just acting? Somehow, he didn’t think Jesse was all that more experienced in sex with guys, than he was, but still, he did talk a better game.

Then too, the way his eyes kept looking at him, moving away as soon as he turned to look at him. Was he checking him out, or was he just hoping he was? Damn, he wished he had a better knowledge into this sex shit. Not that he was some virgin, but hell, wasn’t easy to get laid, and sure wasn’t frequent enough, for his tastes.

He had tried it both ways, had his time with girls, but it was cock that made him cum, that made him weak in the knees. Still, there wasn’t exactly guys lined up for him to taste, sure as hell not as good looking as Jesse. Though he had done alright, it was the idea, that he might be getting hit on, that made his chest swell a little. No one had really hit on him, this way, and those that had, well, it was more about the sex, than anything more.

The path was becoming a bit more difficult, and Connie noticed how careful Jesse was, to keep close behind him. A couple of times he had glanced back, noticing that Jesse had one eye focused ahead, the other seemed to be checking out his tush. It sort of gave him a bit of a warm glow inside, as he continued to move carefully. They were deep into the forest, but could still hear the river running nearby. It was like an endless ribbon of shimmering sapphires & emeralds, the way it glistened in the filtered sunlight.

The trail took on an upward incline, and he could feel the strain in the back of his legs, as he moved slowly uphill. His eyes were now focused for the tell tale signs that told him where he was, and which part of the trail to keep on following. It was one of those trails, that had many branches, that led really nowhere.

Jesse was managing to keep up, but Connie could hear his heavy breathing, from the long walk. He felt it himself, as he saw the last sign, and veered off one more time. Jesse stumbled on a fallen tree limb, staggering forward. He collided briefly with Connie, who felt an immediate charge of electricity run through his body.

The feel of Jesse’s body up against his backside, was amazing. The mumbled apology seemed like he was embarrassed, yet surprised too. He could feel the way his body had pressed up against his, and he could still feel how damn good it felt, how it made his dick quiver a little, and his ass ache. He had never really felt that way before, least, not quite the same.

Sure he’d gotten a boner over a guy, felt his ass twitch too, but it all seemed so automatic, so disconnected from his thoughts. This was different, as he felt the bump, not just in the normal physical way, but in a sort of emotional way. He didn’t really know Jesse, yet it felt like he did. That touch, bump or whatever you want to call it, didn’t seem out of place, but made him want to feel it again, only his mind wished they wer both starker’s, not dressed.

They came out into a sort of semi clearing. You could see patches of blue up in the sky, and the brush was considerably shorter than what they had been trekking through. Off to one side, was a small rock outcropping, that had loads of moss growing over it, along with hanging branches of some sort of bush.

He stopped and let Jesse move up next to him, to stare at what was to be their camping spot. He stood there, his chest heaving a bit, as he surveyed the area. Connie saw how he noticed the river that seemed to run from deep on the right, across and then disappear down the left, sort of making this spot appear like it was jutting out.

Jesse took in the whole area, seeing that the small river was a lot wider at this spot, than he had noticed anytime earlier. The clearing wasn’t all that large, and yet many old and dead tree limbs dotted the far right side. Off to the left, was the rock overhang, though you really had to squint, to insure you were looking at rock. There was that much vegetation covering it all up.

‘Nice, but uh, this it?’

‘Yep, the outside part.’

‘What you got a trap door somewhere or maybe a lift, to go up that big one there?’

‘lol, no but those branches, they make for a nice cover, and if you get right up close, you’ll see what they cover. Until then, well, you wouldn’t notice the little cave underneath.’

Jesse moved forward, up to where the branches hung down from the slab of rock. He stopped as he peered beyond the branches.  It gave Connie a chance to check him out, which he wasted no time in doing. He didn’t notice before, just how bony Jesse looked. His elbows looked like little door knobs, and in checking out his ass, he couldn’t help but notice how flat they looked.

Oh you could see the seat, an a bit of a curvature to them, in the jeans, but no real flesh to speak off. Yet, he found it attractive, as it matched the long legs, and the slender frame above. Connie noticed how his back had ridges, along the spine, that were outlined beneath the thin t-shirt he was wearing.

‘Sweet, so uh, how far in does it go, hard to tell, even from this close.’

‘Not far, maybe ten feet, bit less maybe.’

‘Nice place to hole up in, so, okay to go in?  Or you still want to check out my ass some more?’

Connie felt his face flush, then he couldn’t help but laugh. He had to admit it, Jesse did sort of just speak his mind, and well, it was refreshing, fun too.

‘For now, besides, you had the whole walk up here to check out mine, figure I am entitled to a gawk or two.’

Jesse didn’t say a word, but instead he leaned forward, as if to look further in, but instead placed his hands on his knees, and stuck his bum further out. He began to wiggle it a little, as he turned his head to stare over at Connie. His eyes were wide open, and a huge grin was across his face.

‘that a better view for you?’

‘it’ll do, it’ll do’

‘you sure now, wouldn’t what to deprive you of your time to view.’

‘I should hope not, but yeah, nice ass, bit scrawny, but then again, I kind of like ’em that way.’

‘Oh you do huh?’

‘Uh huh, I do.’

‘As if…’

‘As if what?’

‘As if you even know what a premium tushie like mine is like, bet all you’ve been used to are those kind that flap around, when you them apart.’

‘And how would you know?’

‘Told you, I read a lot.’

‘Yeah, but I assumed you meant you were just looking at the pictures, didn’t know you could actually read the text too.’

‘oooh, you are such a bitch.’

‘uh huh, listen to who is calling who a bitch.’

‘uh look Jesse…’

‘yes? Don’t tell me, I am too skinny for you, right?’

‘Like I care? It is just, I mean… I am not what you would say a long standing veteran of being gay. I uh, I mean, I’ve known I am for ages, just that hands on experience, is a uh, well, uh, not quite so easy.’

‘Oh and like I am some professional? Shit man, I may have had one or two more than you, but that doesn’t make me a slut.’

‘I never said that, nor did I mean it that way, shit man, honest.’

‘lol, I know, guess it is just the excitement, that maybe, uh, uh, that maybe…’

‘maybe what?’

Jesse and Robbie from Blake Mason‘I really wish there was some handbook about all this, but, look Connie, I like you, and well, I wouldn’t say no, if you ah, wanted to examine things a bit, uh more uh, personal?’

‘shit, you wish there was a handbook? Man, I haven’t a clue about all this stuff, least, not when it is more than, well, just sex. You know?’

‘Yeah, uh, is there where you sweep me up in those big he-man arms, and take me into your little hideaway & ravage me?’

‘I don’t know, not much there to ravage, not much meat, and us he-men, we like our meat.’

‘Bitch, I bet I got more meat than you can handle, care to find out?’

Connie couldn’t help but laugh, at how Jesse looked at him, when he said it. His hips were pushed out, and he had to admit, that package of his sure had grown a lot fuller, than last time he checked it out, but then, so had his.  Then too, the way Jesse looked at him, his face slightly slanted, his eyelashes batting quickly at him, his lips a bit puffed up, as if in a near kiss.

 To be continued…

  

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19Oct

Politics of Being Gay

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