Graveyard Shift with Dawson (3)

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (3)

Slowly the silence was becoming a bit much. He lay there, feeling a bit cramped from the position, and yet Chip didn’t seem to notice. His eyes grew a bit dark, as he finally moved, but it wasn’t what Dawson expected. Instead of reaching for him, or something, he reached down and pulled his underwear up over his crotch.

For a second, Dawson thought he saw a flash of disgust, of anger, but he couldn’t be sure, as he moved, to go sit in the only other chair of the room. It was as if suddenly he was with a stranger, as Chip quickly dressed, making a point of zipping up the pants. He barely looked at Dawson, and it felt so odd.

Just moments earlier he had the guy’s dick in his mouth, his cum had been dripping down the corners, and now the guy was acting like he barely knew Dawson. It was a total switch, and he was too tired to try and figure it out. He stood up, and thanked Chip for the coffee, and said he had to be going.

He had thought Chip would say something, to keep him from leaving, but instead seemed relieved that he was going. It didn’t make much sense, as he headed out of the apartment, with Chip several steps behind. It was like he didn’t want to get too close to him, or like maybe he had some disease. If he hadn’t been so tired, he might ask, but fuck it, it wasn’t worth the effort. Besides, he had gotten to suck him off, so it hadn’t been a total waste.

Heading home, he felt slightly pissed off. The more he thought about Chip, about how he had acted, the angrier he got. It wasn’t like he had asked to go up with him, or to have coffee. It wasn’t him that had started to talk about sucking cock either, and hell, the guy did seem to enjoy it, so why the cold shoulder? Okay, sure he was nervous, and maybe he was a closet case, but it didn’t give him the right to be rude afterwards.

He knew he would have to work with him too, as he was scheduled for tonight’s shift, which only made it worse. Dawson didn’t want his sex life to ruin his job, as it was a perfect job for him. The pay was good, the hours were what he wanted, and it did suit his needs, for now. Besides, it did give him time to whack off, when he had the right working partner, which obviously Chip wasn’t working out to be. Still, it was a worry, and he knew he would agonize over it all day, until he got to work.

Then he also knew he’d have to have it out with Chip. If Chip wasn’t into it, fine, but he wanted to make damn sure it stayed between them, wasn’t gossiped about in some twisted way. He had seen those rumours happen, and he did not want to be involved in that type of crap. The job just wasn’t worth it, and given how some of the others were, he really wasn’t up for their crap either, if they found out about him.

Opting to skip classes, he had a nice hot shower, and closed the blinds in his place, shutting out the pale glimmer of sunlight. Turning over, he still couldn’t shake Chip from his thoughts, as he set his alarm clock and tried to get some sleep. It had been a long night, and he had another late shift ahead. Maybe after some zee’s he’d be able to figure out just what really had gone down this morning. He was pretty sure that Chip had wanted it, had more or less asked for it, but he never had said the words.

Had he read him wrong? Had he maybe pushed his own desires onto him, and being his boss, did Chip feel the need to comply? Christ, that was all he needed, some stupid sexual harassment charge. God, he’d be fired in a flash, whether it was true or not, then what would he do? Not like he’d get a reference, and these days, you needed one of those.

Still, he was certain Chip had asked, in his own way. He also didn’t think he’d be the type to go running to the Boss, least not without clearing the air with him, or was he just hoping that was the case? Shit, what did he know about Chip, other than he was damn sexy, and that his cock tasted delicious?

What if he wasn’t 18? Shit, he had assumed he was, simply because he said he was just out of Grade Twelve, but fuck, what if he had been one of those accelerated student? No, no way could Chipper be one of those, the guy sure didn’t exhibit the brains one would assume an accelerated student would have. He had to be 18, and besides, he was a jock. Not like they were noted for brain power, least not the one’s he had ever dealt with.

Still it was a troubling thought, making his sleep rather fitful, so when he heard the ringing, he naturally reached over for his alarm clock. With bleary eyes, he stared at it, not willing to believe it was time to get up, and as his eyes focused, the ringing jolted him, making him lay very still. It was his phone, not the friggin alarm clock, and he quickly grabbed it, mumbling into it.

He couldn’t hear a thing, and repeated his greeting, still getting nothing. At first he thought whoever had called, had hung up, but then his mind cleared enough, and he was certain he could hear someone breathing on the other end.

‘Hello? I can fucking hear you breathing, who is this?’

Still no answer, and he got pissed off. Bad enough to have had to deal with Chip, and now his sleep was ruined by some prankster. Fuck he hated kids, and their idea of a joke, as once more he yelled into the phone. With no reply, he yelled again.

‘Fuck you dip stick’ and hung the phone up. He lay there, panting a bit, realizing he was still on edge. Glancing at the clock, he figured he could still get some rest, before the alarm rang, and turning over, he pummelled his pillow, and laid his head down on it. Just then, the phone rang again, and he cursed, reaching over for it, answering it more calmly.

‘Hello’

He listened, and again he knew he could hear someone there. Yet not a word, nothing, which was really pissing him off. Bad enough the asshole woke him up, now he was just getting him mad, as he yelled at the receiver, telling whoever to fuck off, and slammed the phone down. He then turned off his ringer, figuring screw it. Not like anyone important would call, and if it was, they knew where he lived, or how to get a hold of him later.

Trying to relax, to let the sleep come, he couldn’t help but keep thinking of Chip, and now the phone call. Suddenly he felt wide awake, as the thought came to him that maybe it was Chip calling, that maybe he was phoning to apologize? But if it was him, why the fuck didn’t he speak? Or was he too scared, too ashamed of himself?

Come to think of it, the guy had acted rather nervous, rather like he really was turned off by the thought of enjoying another guy’s touch, or worse, being sucked off by a guy. Something about the morning, how he had looked, made him wonder, if maybe Chip really wasn’t a straight guy, but queer, just not ready to admit it? Course he was no shrink, but then again he had felt that hesitation, that reluctance.

Christ, just what he needed, some closet case stalking him, or worse, hating him for it. There had been that case on one of the talk shows, where a guy had gone nuts because some gay guy had professed his love for him. Man, just what he needed, a nut job after him, and worse, he had to work with him later tonight.

Dawson stared at the phone, and at the alarm clock, thinking. It had to be Chip, but then he rather hoped it wasn’t. If it was, man he’d chew him out tonight. The anger was still there, but then he started to think. If it was Chip, it could get dicey at work. What if he had some of his jock friends come by work? Man, it could get really ugly, and fear was making him chilled.

He could feel himself breaking out into a cold sweat actually, as he kept thinking about all that could go wrong, all because he had sucked the guy off. Shit, it wasn’t his fault, the guy had wanted it, but then he had said he had only wondered, about some stupid saying. Okay, so he had asked him, and had gotten a nod, but he never spoke the words, never actually said ‘yes suck me off’ or anything like that.

Then there was no shaking the dread he was feeling, about the possible complications for work. He was the supervisor, if he wanted to, he could have Chip fired, so could he have somehow misunderstood Dawson? Could Chip make a case that he was merely nodding, so as to keep his job?

God what a mess, as he threw the sheets off, and headed for his shower. He needed sleep, but no way was he going to get any, thinking of jock boy and this morning. He needed to wake up, to think this thing through, to decide if he was going to even show up for work. Maybe he should call the boss, fake not feeling well or something. Hell, it wasn’t like he had ever really taken any time off before, even when he had felt like crap. The boss wouldn’t tweak to anything, unless Chipper had called him to complain. Course, the boss would be pounding on his door if he had, so as of now, he felt like it was still manageable.

That didn’t mean it would stay that way, as he let the hot water cascade over his tired body. He reached for the soap, and couldn’t help but keep on thinking of Chip. The guy was hot, no denying that, but he sure needed some lessons in manners. Christ, even if he hadn’t liked the blow job, he didn’t have to go all silent, all nasty looking.

The hot steamy water was gradually easing the tension in his body, and his mind. His hand soaped his body up, as he tried to relax, to ignore the fear that was gnawing at him. He really didn’t think it would become a problem, but better prepared than to be caught off guard. Still, Chip didn’t seem like the type to resort to violence, or in running to the boss. Course he could always deny it, make something up that Chip came on to him, to get a better recommendation or something like that.

He shook his head, letting the water do its job. No sense in spending more time worrying, as he felt the water spray against his chest, felt it sting a bit, as he turned the hot water up more. Dawson let the spray beat against his body, striking it until his mind ignored everything else, but the tiny darts of heat that soaked into his body. The tiredness seemed to go away, as he let his body just soak, desperately pushing aside the fears, the worries.

Once he got to work, he’d know the score. If the boss was there, well he’d deal with it then. If it was just him, then he’d know that it was Chip who had been phoning. Now if Chip showed up, well he’d just play it like nothing happened this morning, let the little jock sweat for a change, maybe wait and let him bring it up. Be a damn sight easier, and then man would he lay into him.

Even the hot water couldn’t stop his body from recalling the morning, nor how good Chip’s cock had tasted. He wasn’t the first straight boy he had ever done either, but certainly the tastiest. Plus, he had the look, that perfect blend of skin, muscles, and aroma. Kind of a shame to see it wasted on some fish, but hell, whatever turned the guy on.

Least he wasn’t going the clingy route that one of his earlier tricks had done. Now that hadn’t been freaky, just that it took him awhile to get him to back off. Like the guy was cute enough, certainly wasn’t a bad fuck either, but he just wasn’t Dawson’s type. After all, he did have standards, and while Mark was cute enough, he did like his partners to at least move around a bit, to show they were enjoying the sex, even if it was faked.

Still, Mark did have a nice ass, firm butt cheeks that were perfectly shaped. The way they looked as he would spread them apart, how firm they felt when he would put his hands on them, to stretch them apart, how he would push his knees against the firm thighs, to widen the legs, so he could enter him just right, was nice, but there was a damn site more to sex, that firm asses.

He found that while Mark appeared to like being fucked, the most he ever got out of him, was a few long drawn out grunts. He didn’t arch back, didn’t moan or whimper even. He just grunted, while he would pound his ass with his dick. In and out, and never one cry of pleasure, or pain. Shit, even the moment of penetration barely got a grunt out of the guy. And he had been Mark’s first fuck too, yet it was as if Mark was born to take a dick up the ass.

Least the way it slid in so easy, the way it glided in and out without even a whimper of pain, or joy. He had to either be born with a loose butthole, or had lied about Dawson being his first fuck.

Thinking about Mark, he felt a small little twinge at his groin. His hand moved down naturally, to squeeze his balls, to give his dick a bit of a stroke, as he let the warm water cascade across his face, making him relax a bit more. No doubt Mark was just full of it, and was nothing but one of those who pretended they were straight, but were doing every dick they could find. For some, maybe it was a bigger turn on, if the other was straight, but for him, he just didn’t give a damn.

He liked his men to show they were enjoying it, that they were into it. Like Chip had done while he had been on his knees, sucking on that dick. Now he certainly was straight, at least until he had his dick in Dawson’s mouth. Sure didn’t sound straight then, but fuck, the look he gave him afterwards, still gave him the shivers.

Dawson slapped the soap in the palm of his hand, trying to change his mind’s focus. Thinking of Mark was no good, but then if he was honest, not too many of the other’s he had sex with were memorable, least in the way he would prefer. Ronny, now he might be worth a quick pull or two, but nothing special there either.

Sure the guy had a nice dick, uncut too. Only trouble was he didn’t always wash his head good enough. Though he had solved that particular problem by making cleaning it a bit of their foreplay. Still, the guy didn’t lay there, and that was damn better than Mark, though Mark had a bigger cock. Still, Ronny groaned, he made noises that gave him a bit of a thrill, as he drilled his hole, or sucked on his pole.

Now the fun he had with him was worth a bit, but in the final end, Ronny was just like the rest. He wasn’t boyfriend material, that was for sure. A good lay when there wasn’t much else, and sure, he had a good tasting penis, after a nice bit of a wash, but that wasn’t enough to build a relationship on. Dawson wanted more, and it turned out, a damn bit more than Ronny was prepared to deliver.

For starters, he might moan, might shake a bit, but when he was done, he was done. There was no reciprocation, no turning over and doing Dawson. Once his cock head reared back, the foreskin drooping over it for a second, before it pushed out and fired off a shot of hot cum, that was it. No seconds even, not even a dribble after that first load came out. Not like he tried for more either.

Plus, soon as that first stream was gone, that dick was back to looking like a shrivelled up prune. Like, how could anyone be so hot, so aroused that their dick looked like a huge steel rod, then suddenly look like a new twig on a tree? It just didn’t make sense, and while he could handle a soft dick, it was like Ronny’s entire sex drive shrivelled up with the spent dick.

Hell, one second he would be panting, the next it was as if he had just spent the last half hour sleeping, recharging. His chest would stop its heaving, the instant his cum was shot. The racing of his heart, suddenly would be like a gentle purr of a cat being stroked. As for returning the favour, of even stretching a hand out to stroke Dawson’s cock, that was, like, so not happening, that it made him go soft almost as quickly.

Chip wouldn’t be that way, he thought, as he let the hot water rinse his body off. There was no doubt that Chip would be a real moaner, plus he’d be active. He would move, shake, jiggle, whatever, and he could just imagine how he would be as a top too. Man, it would have been nice to have found out, but that wasn’t about to happen. Not now anyways.

Towelling off, he felt a bit better. So much that he turned the ringer back on his phone, and almost had a heart attack as it shrieked at him. Just his luck, a call the instant he turned the ringer on. Grabbing the handset, while trying to hold the towel around his middle, he felt his stomach drop, as once more it was just some jerk, breathing.

As he was about to yell, he got the idea of turning the tables on the sicko, whoever it was.

‘ooh baby, that sounds so sexy, your hot breath, bet it would feel good on my dick, shit I can feel it now, the odd drop of saliva, hitting my stiff shaft, on the back of my hand, as I stroke my dick, ooh baby, breath some more, I am getting a hard on, come on big boy, breath for daddy…’

The click gave him a chuckle as he replaced the receiver, and instead of turning the ringer off, he decided to hell with it. Let the fucker enjoy that, and hell if he called back, well, he had a few other ideas of how to have fun with the sicko.

Adjusting the towel, he went back to his bedroom, to towel off, and unwind. Maybe he could grab an extra hour before heading off to work, if he picked up a burger or something. Hell, he could always send Chip for something, as he stretched out on his bed. His dick was a bit hard, as he thought about the dip shit that had been phoning. Maybe he had scared him off, or maybe he’d call back, wanting more. If he did, well what the fuck, why not. It would be a good lark, and he could satisfy himself at the same time. After all, not knowing who was on the other end, was half the fun of phone sex.

Maybe he should think of that, for a job? Might be fun to get paid, to get other people all hot and bothered, and while doing it, get himself off too. He had seen the ads in the magazines, and why not, if the pay was good? Still, the whole idea of some stranger calling him was bugging him, and the more he dwelled on it, the more convinced he was becoming that it was Chip.

There was no doubt that his little bit of sex talk got whoever upset, you could hear it in the way the breathing suddenly stopped, surprised. Then too the click, as whoever it was, hung up. It wasn’t slammed down, but just placed down, and no way some pervert would do that. It had to be Chip, but why the fuck wasn’t he speaking? Was he trying to piss him off, or play some sick game?

Dawson closed his eyes, wishing he knew, wondering what tonight would bring. It was like the hot shower hadn’t helped, as he tossed and turned, wondering, dreaming. It was not restful, specially when his alarm clock buzzed, along with the phone. He stared at the phone, as he punched the alarm button, shutting it off.

He kept staring at it, as it rang, then reached over, to shut off the ringer. Screw it, if it was Chip, he’d find out soon enough, if not, well the creep could wait till he was ready to whack off. There wasn’t time now, as he grabbed his pants, and got ready for work. One thing was certain, tonight’s graveyard shift wouldn’t be boring.

Fantasy Comes True

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (-)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Still that wouldn’t wash, would it?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

How do you refuse that?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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