Anointing of the Man Child

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (3)

He felt like all the air inside had been knocked out of him. Blake couldn’t believe what Trent had said, or what it meant. There was no way they could know, could even have a clue that he was, but somehow they had. Did others know? Was it that obvious to everyone, or was all this just an elaborate plot to out him?

Even though he felt scared, he couldn’t help but take into account that Trent had used the ‘we’, the ‘like us’ words, as if he was Gay. Yet, how come he didn’t feel like it was true, that it was maybe just an act? As he stood there, with a sort of stunned look on his face, he realized something had attracted him to Trent.

Had that been the ‘gaydar¹’ that he had read about? Was there really such a thing, as being able to tell if another was like him?

Then too, as he felt his muscles tighten, as he managed to slowly calm his beating heart, and his heaving chest, the whole idea that the Fraternity was made up of just gays, was a bit, well incredulous. Sure, he had read about them, but always thought it was just fiction.

To suddenly think that all those guys lined up in a row, that the guy who touched his dick to measure it, was also gay, was well, hard to swallow. Still, to strip, to jerk off, as a sort of, get acquainted ritual, wasn’t what you would expect from Straight Guys.

His mind was whirling, as he tried to figure it out, while Trent stood there. It seemed like he had been silent for ages, but he knew it had only been seconds. His heart was still pounding as he stared at Trent, at those eyes, that mouth, that mop of hair. The guy was everything that Blake liked, that got him hard. He had a ton of magazines, but the most used ones were those that had pictures of guys like Trent.

Then too, as he thought about it, he wondered at things. Like how impressed everyone was with how far he shot his load, at how big Brian’s dick was, and how disappointed they all seemed when Brian didn’t shoot, but sort of just flowed. Could what Trent be telling him, be for real? Looking at him, he rather hoped it was, as he nodded his head, afraid to speak the words, to admit it.

As soon as he did nod, he noticed how Trent suddenly lit up. His face didn’t have the worry lines, and his eyes seemed more relaxed, as were his facial features. Blake hadn’t noticed it before, but it was as if Trent had been just as nervous as him.

‘You really didn’t know?’

‘No. Guess I should have, but uh…’

‘It’s cool, takes a load off my mind, you had me scared for a second.’

‘Me? I don’t, why?’

‘Hate to make a pass at a breeder, I mean you know how they can get.’

They had started to walk closer to the main doors, when he just stopped and stared at Trent. He was making a pass at him? How the fuck, how did he miss that, he wondered, as he just nodded, not sure what to say. How could he tell this guy that he didn’t even know that he had made a pass, let alone know how straight guys reacted to one?

Inside, the managed to find a table at the back, away from everyone else. The place wasn’t busy, and he had noticed Trent had grabbed a sandwich, offered him one too, but he had refused. He was just too nervous to eat anything, hard enough to drink the hot coffee as it was.

Funny, but Trent wouldn’t let him pay either, which was nice, but it confused him. Was Trent serious, that he had made a pass at him, or was he trying to? No one had ever done that, least not that he had noticed. Thinking it over, he wondered if he had missed other passes? Was he still a frustrated virgin, because he didn’t know the signs?

The whole idea that he had no experience with other guys because he might have missed the signals confused him. It also depressed him, as he watched how easy Trent could talk about things, about other guys. The way his face would light up when he would mention some past ‘date’ as he called it.

While the talk was hushed, and every few seconds Trent would look around, making sure no one could hear them, it was rather thrilling to listen to someone else talk about guys, the way he felt about guys. It was something he never had. It was perhaps why he had lost himself so much while jerking off earlier. To be showing off like that, was so new, so different.

Sitting there, listening, he felt a bit nervous at first. No one had ever talked to him this way, and he was frightened of screwing it up. All he could do was sit there, and stare. His eyes couldn’t leave Trent’s face, the way he would light up, then grow sombre. It was so new to him, that he was just enthralled by the whole experience.

‘You don’t say much’

‘Sorry.’

‘It’s okay, not boring you, am I? Really don’t want to do that.’

‘No, no not at all, just… I guess I am still a bit uh, you know, finding out.’

‘Yeah, you really didn’t know?’

‘No, guess I just, I don’t know, I sound like a real dunce.’

Trent leaned back in the chair, and stared at Blake. In a way it made him nervous, in another way he felt rather flattered. It was strange to have another guy look at him, in that kind of way. Least it felt good, as he sort of just looked back, not sure what to say or do.

‘You uh, not interested? I mean it’s okay, maybe I am too pushy at times, but uh, it’s cool if you aren’t.’

‘Huh? I don’t… shit, uh, this isn’t easy for me.’

‘You got a boyfriend? That it?’

‘ME? I wish.’

‘Then, what?’

He could feel his stomach twisting, turning into a giant knot. How do you tell someone you haven’t a clue what it is he wants? It was like, some worse secret than not letting on you were different. It was just nerves, he knew, but that didn’t help him much as he looked over at Trent. The way he seemed ready to be disappointed.

Still, the idea that Trent was interested in him, was well, exciting. He didn’t want to blow it, and as he thought about that, he got a smile on his face. Yes, he did want to blow it, but not in the sense of what he had been thinking. Christ, suddenly he was having sex with the guy, and he still didn’t know what it was he wanted. Did he want to have sex, and what kind?

‘You’ll laugh.’

‘Laugh? I don’t… no I won’t laugh, honest.’

The magazines he had read, the few videos he had seen, didn’t prepare him for this. He could feel himself breaking out into a cold sweat. It was odd, because he knew he was attracted to Trent. Hell, he had stolen quite a few glances at his dick earlier, and he knew it had turned him on.

Come to think of it, Trent was actually the first person he had come out to. In some ways, tonight was becoming nothing but a collection of firsts for him. There was the Frat House, where he stripped for a bunch of strangers, got his dick hard in front of them, instead of a mirror. He even had another guy touch his dick, which was a huge first for him.

He had then followed that up by jacking off in front of over 20 strangers. That was super huge, which paled in comparison to now. To have actually admitted he was gay, to another guy, now that had to rank right up there, so how could he not keep the string alive? The way Trent looked, how he had spoken, Blake couldn’t help but be impressed.

Maybe more than that, was that somehow else actually thought enough of him, to want to take it to a more personal level. But then, what if he couldn’t deliver? His heart was pounding as the thoughts raced back and forth. He so wanted to stop being the quiet one, the one who only read about it. He wanted to feel more than some stranger’s hand touch him.

‘I uh, I haven’t, that is I never… I uh…’

‘Never?’

‘Never.’

‘But you are what, eighteen at least, never? Not in High School even?’

‘No, never.’

‘Shit.’

‘I am sorry, I uh…’

‘Sorry? Nothing to be sorry about, just well, I never met someone who uh, who never.’

‘Now you have.’

He felt totally foolish, and depressed. There was no way that Trent would want some virgin, certainly not him. He felt the disappointment inside, even though Trent hadn’t backed off, yet. It would just be a matter of time, of that he was certain.

‘There a reason? I mean you’re not sick or anything, so that you uh, can’t?’

‘No.’

‘Then how come? There had to be someone you had the hots for in school? Some friend or someone?’

‘I wish, but no, no one.’

‘I don’t get it, you are hot looking, no one hit on you?’

‘Hot? Me? You need glasses, and no, no one hit on me.’

‘Why not?’

Why couldn’t Trent just let it go? Why did he seem so insistent on knowing why he was a virgin? Wasn’t that bad enough? Surely he could get whoever he wanted, the way he looked, so why was he wasting so much energy on him?

‘Too scared I guess.’

‘Oh, I see.’

The silence was awkward, as Blake waited for Trent to make some excuse, and leave, yet at the same time he rather hoped he wouldn’t. He liked him, had a nice voice, and well, he liked his looks. Truth was, he felt something around him, the way he had been nervous too, yet had tried to not show it. Then his compliment, but really he knew it wouldn’t go further.

‘Yeah, well sorry to disappoint you.’

‘Uh, look, you didn’t, just that, I never been someone’s first. Besides, not like I am what you would call an expert either.’

‘You mean you still want to uh, to uh…’

‘Get it on? Yeah, I’d like to well, know you better.’

‘Oh’

He felt the disappointment. It was like Trent was now just being nice, that his chance to maybe make this a super night of firsts, was well, over with. Still, he did do well, and there was tomorrow.

‘You look, shit look, I think maybe we got our wires crossed a bit here.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘I mean, that well, I like you, want to know you, but if you aren’t ready for more than hanging together, I can, well, I can wait or whatever. No pressure, I mean, I know how it can be, that first, well, you know.’

‘I suppose, but, I am not good at this, the guessing. I never, it isn’t just the sex stuff. I never told anyone I liked guys, until now. So I uh, I don’t know what is expected, and well, it is all just so new, so different than what I had imagined.’

‘No one? For real?’

‘For real.’

‘Shit, that has to suck, how did you, I mean wasn’t it kind of hard, to not be able to, well, talk about it?’

‘Yeah, yet I don’t know, never seemed like there was a reason to.’

‘So you never came across any guys you liked? That you maybe wanted to uh, you know, find out if they were?’

‘Sure, just that, well I was too afraid. I didn’t want to suddenly be known as that Fag, or as the Queer Kid.’

‘Sucks when that happens.’

As he mumbled his answer, he couldn’t help but look down, and then up very quickly. Strange how his mind kept making more out of the words. Like when Trent said ‘suck’ how it made him glance down at his crotch. When he managed to take a deep breathe, he also noticed how Trent was smiling at him.

‘sorry’

‘Don’t be, though I don’t know how anyone could not know you were into guys, the way you been checking me out, which I have to say I rather like.’

‘I uh, really? I just, well, I guess it’s because at least, I well, I know you are, that you won’t, you know.’

‘Yeah, getting outed that way can be a real bitch. So, maybe I shouldn’t ask, but uh, you want to maybe, well, uh, go somewhere private, where uh, where, we can, sort of… see if we uh can do more than stare?’

‘Sure you want to? I may really suck at it?’

Even as Trent started to laugh, he knew his mistake, but couldn’t help himself from joining in with Trent. The tension somehow disappeared, as they laughed, because of the way he had said it, and how he had been sneaking another glance at Trent as he had.

Funny it was, and yet scary too, but while his heart was beating, he didn’t think it was because of fear. It was more from excitement, as he’d not yet touched another guy, and so maybe tonight’s rush of first’s would continue? Problem was, where could they find a private place? He couldn’t go back to his dorm room, nor did he think they could go to Trent’s.

‘I’d like that, if you sure, but, where?’

‘Oh I am sure, I been wanting to, the second I saw you at the Frat House, and well, I know of a place, if you game.’

‘I am, if you are.’

‘You need glasses, or I need smaller pants.’

He couldn’t help but laugh, while checking out Trent’s crotch. There really was no mistaking that bulge, and while he had seen many in the magazines, to see one in real, and not have to hide his glance, was in itself, arousing. Blake could feel his own dick stirring as they quickly stood up and made their way out.

Blake followed slightly behind Trent, noticing how nicely his ass looked. There was something about how the two halves moved as he walked. How the pants seemed to fit them so nicely, and how the curve of the flesh looked so inviting. He had a strange urge to want to pat them, to reach out and just touch, but he couldn’t quite bring himself to do it. Not out in public.

They made their way out, and he couldn’t help but notice Trent was walking rather fast. It was like he couldn’t wait, which in all honesty, he felt as well. The ache in his own crotch was unlike any other ache he ever had. Even when his favourite magazine was out, and he had been rushing home to open it up, he never felt like he did now.

While the palms of his hands were sweaty, while the beat of his heart was faster, the ache in his chest was intense, it was nothing to how he ached in his crotch, nor how there was a twinge by his ass. That wasn’t something new, but he never really felt it as much as now, as he followed Trent along the pathway, then suddenly veer off to go into the trees that lined the path.

Everything had a strange glow to it, muted and it was hard to keep Trent’s image in front of him. He was more like a darker shadow, as they made their way behind the trees, and bushes that filled the area. He could still see the glow from the path, but it didn’t do much but give him a focal point. It didn’t penetrate the darkness.

They broke out into a sort of clearing. Least it was less dense than the trail they had followed. It had a soft perfume smell to it, sort of like flowers, but more intense. Blake breathed in deeply, enjoying the rather strong scent, unable to figure out what it reminded him off. His eyes were accustomed to the darkness, but he had to admit, it was a nice little spot.

The Stars shone from above, and he could tell that no one passing by would be able to just stumble onto them, without them hearing. It really was an ideal spot, and he turned to look at Trent. If he was a freshman, like himself, how did he know about this spot?

‘One of the guys at the House showed me this place, in case you are wondering.’

Blake smiled, because he had been wondering. Still, it was perfect, as there was thick grass over the ground. He could smell its earthiness, as he stared around at it all, then back towards Trent. In the pale light, he had a sort of glow around the edges, but the sparkle in his eyes were as brilliant as the stars above. He looked perfect, as he just stood there, not sure what to do, or what would happen.

‘And before you ask, yes I got it on with him, he was cute, wasn’t any of the guys that were there tonight though, and well, I hadn’t met you yet.’

‘That’s okay, I mean, not like we are married. Or uh, I mean, should I be upset?’

Trent laughed, as he reached out and put his hand next to Blake’s face. The back of it moved up and down as he just stared at him, his eyes sparkling. ‘No, only if we become an item, as they say, then yeah, you should be, I know I would be.’

Blake smiled back, and put his own hand up and over Trent’s hand. It felt good to touch it, to feel the warm flesh of another man. He felt his body tremble as he touched the hand, and his eyes looked up to stare into Trent’s. It was like tiny lightning bolts were flashing at him, as he stared into them, feeling his whole body tingle.

The hand moved down his face, rested on his shoulder, as he watched Trent’s face loom closer, as he heard him shuffle forward a bit. He stood there, uncertain what to do, as he held both hands at his side. The look in the eyes grew as they came closer, the eye lashes fluttered as Trent moved his head to one side, Blake suddenly feeling his own head move to the opposite side.

He could feel his heart pounding, as Trent’s face came closer. His hands suddenly reached out, on their own, to touch Trent at both sides. To sort of grasp his thin body. He felt the charge, the electricity, as his fingers made contact with Trent’s sides. The softness of his flesh, the way he seemed to move made his leg twitch as his own eyes suddenly began to blink rapidly, the eyelids opening and closing in a flurry.

Then he felt the warm breath on his face, followed by a soft touch against his lips. He trembled, as his hands clutched at Trent’s sides, pulling him in closer. The warm touch on his lips changed to a hard press, as his own lips parted. Blake shuddered, as he realized that Trent was kissing him, that their two bodies were pressing up into each other. That poking object, near his thigh wasn’t Trent’s thigh, but his hard dick.

He moaned a bit, having it cut off, as Trent’s tongue was suddenly in his mouth. He didn’t know what to do, but let his body follow its instincts. Blake felt his whole body quiver, felt almost like he would pass out. The breath in his lungs seemed to be gone, as he gasped for air, heard himself panting, as Trent’s tongue licked at the inside of his mouth. He felt his teeth rake his lips, nibble at them really, which only made his hands clutch at Trent more.

Then he heard the noise, the soft moan that wasn’t his. His eyes opened briefly, but closed quickly as Trent’s lips pressed against his harder. As the tongue once more snaked it way past his lips into his mouth. He felt the tremor inside, felt the way his own cock was throbbing, but he also could feel Trent’s dick, the way it was pressed into his thigh.

In all his time thinking about this moment, he never thought it would be this good, or that he would ever feel this happy. His whole body was in a strange sense of ecstasy. It was like he could feel every nerve inside, the way it moved, the signals it was sending to his brain. Each one, individually, which was weird, yet amazingly wonderful.

He simply couldn’t believe how he could feel all those different emotions. The way his mind could experience the touch of Trent’s hand down his stomach, across his belly, while at the same time recording how sweet his mouth tasted, or how salty his lips were. His chest was heaving, his legs trembling, but all he could think of was how good it all felt, how soft the hands were, then how hard they were.

The way Trent moved them all over him, touching his thigh, that send shivers up and down his spine, or how the press of his leg made his heart tremble. The way his ears felt as they heard the soft moan coming from Trent. It was too much for him, as he felt his body buck, felt himself losing total control over his whole body.

The weakness inside, was making him shake, sort of like he was having a fit or something. Yet it didn’t seem to stop Trent, or slow him down. His hands were everywhere, his mouth too. The way he would be biting on Blake’s lower lip one second, then kissing the hollow of his neck. Then just as he would feel that, he would find his ear being licked, or the wet kiss across his shuttered eyes.

His whole body was a mess of quivering jelly, as the hands moved over him, as Trent’s warm body filled the space between them in ways he didn’t think could be possible. The trembling was making him think the ground was moving, the explosion of lights across his closed eyelids only adding to the confusion, to the joy inside.

Blake felt himself arch forward, suddenly realizing he had let himself go too much. The way his whole groin suddenly seemed to explode, to ache, told him he had gone too far. He felt sudden fear, sudden shame, but Trent didn’t seem to notice, or if he did, he didn’t stop.

His hands continued to move, to touch him, but now down at Blake’s groin. He could feel the hands probing his cock, that had just exploded. The way it was still firm, still rock hard, surprised him, as he heard Trent moan, heard his voice crack a bit, as the hands felt the now large wet patch of his pants.

Blake felt himself pulling at Trent, bringing his body even closer. His own hands were clenched tightly around the firm buttocks, squeezing the flesh inside the pants. He could feel them shake, feel the warmth as he pulled harder, wishing he hadn’t cum, wishing he had held on.

Suddenly, Trent pulled back, and with his hands on Blake’s shoulder he stared across at him. His chest was heaving as much as Blake’s, but the eyes were sparkling. Blake felt a bit uneasy, but stood there, waiting. He wasn’t sure for what, as Trent let his hands fall down, then he glanced down at Blake’s groin. The smile on his face grew, as he just looked at it.

He felt his face becoming flushed, turning red even though it was too dark to notice. Still he felt embarrassed by his premature ejaculation, yet somehow he didn’t think Trent was put off. He just didn’t seem upset, or feel that way. The way he was looking, was sort of, well hot. It was almost as if it turned him on.

‘If I smoked, I’d be lighting one up about now.’

‘Really?’

‘Fuck yeah, damn that felt good. I know it wasn’t what I had expected, but I almost shot my load too.’

‘You mean it? You aren’t just saying that to uh, you know, make me feel better about it?’

‘I don’t bullshit, I never felt so excited, still do.’

‘I wasn’t thinking, I should have held back, I just, you were just, damn I am sorry.’

‘Don’t be, I mean not like we are finished, uh, unless you don’t… I mean…’

‘No, I don’t want it to end this way, least unless you do? I mean, I…’

‘Let’s just sit, and well, rest for a bit, you really got me going there, I never felt that aroused before.’

‘Honest?’

‘Yeah, I mean not like I have been with a lot of guys, just that, those I have were nice, good sex, but nothing like this. I really mean that.’

He watched as Trent moved towards the trunk of the big tree that was at the far end of their little clearing. He sat down, looking up at Blake, his eyes glittering, his mouth in a wide grin. His whole face was bathed in the starlight, as he slowly moved to stand by him, looking down at him. He could see Trent’s chest was still heaving a bit, as was his.

Slowly he let himself sit down, to rest next to Trent. He flinched as Trent moved his arm up and rested it over Blake’s shoulder. He relaxed the instant he felt it holding him. It felt so good, as he sort of just snuggled in closer, to let his body become wrapped by Trent’s.

His head rested on the chest, and he glanced up to see Trent looking at him. Somehow it just felt as he had imagined it would feel, to be with another man. His hand was resting on Trent’s knee, and he glanced down at it, then over at Trent’s crotch. He could see the bulge, and he had wondered what it would feel like. Now he felt like he would find out, as he leaned in closer, as his hand suddenly moved up Trent’s leg, slowly making its way upwards, towards the crotch.

Blake felt his chest suck in, felt the nerves inside tremble, as he felt Trent’s muscles shaking. The warmth under his hand was making him sweat a bit, as he stared at his hand, as it slowly moved up the leg, up the thigh, resting by the groin. His eyes widened, as they saw the bulge move a bit, each time his hand had moved.

Glancing upwards, he saw the glazed look in Trent’s eyes, saw the nostrils flare, as he realized he was the one having that effect on Trent. It was his touch, his presence, that was making him excited, not some picture, not some lifeless video. Blake lowered his eyes to stare at Trent’s crotch, as his fingers hesitated. He wanted them to move, to reach out, but he was still frightened, still unsure.

‘Go ahead, it won’t bite’ came from above his head, and he lifted his face upwards, to stare up at Trent. As he did, he could feel his own cock growing a bit harder, obviously not yet done for the night. He smiled as he looked back down, to see Trent’s hand move up from his other side, and undo the top button of his pants. The sound startled him for a moment, but his eyes were glued to the unfolding scene.

He knew that tonight’s round of firsts for him, was far from over, as he saw Trent pull the zipper down, and push the pants apart. He could see the white band of the underwear, and he could smell that aroma, that scent that had to be what they called ‘the man scent’. Blake licked his lips, as he felt his fingers quiver.

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On The Run

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (2)

His heart was pounding, as he heard the words echo, panic seized his body as he felt his legs quiver, felt the tremors running up and down. Sweat was beading up on his forehead, despite the chilled night air, as he felt trapped. Then slowly realization came to him, as the voice wasn’t unfamiliar.

TJ swallowed, knowing he was trapped. There was no way out, and as the moon glittered through the window, he caught the glint of cold steel in the person’s lap, that he knew would cut him in two if he dared try to get out. His whole body seemed to sag, as the cold in his legs matched the cold in his heart.

How the fuck had he known?

‘You don’t look happy? Here, wrap this around, then very slowly, and I do mean slowly, you get that fire going, remember, I won’t hesitate to use this.’

He tossed an old blanket at him as he spoke, and he raised the barrel of the shotgun, as he made his point. TJ knew that the son of a bitch meant it too, he’d shoot without a second’s hesitation. He wrapped the blanket around his trembling shoulders and moving carefully, made his way to the fireplace.

Wood and kindling was already laid, as his heart realized he had been expected. Feeling totally dejected, he couldn’t figure out how, as he himself hadn’t known he’d be coming this way, so how the hell did Bobby Rae? It wasn’t like he was the sharpest Deputy to wear a badge, yet there he sat, watching him with the barrel of that shotgun, always dead centre on his every movement.

‘How’d you know I’d be coming this way?’

‘Didn’t, not for sure, Old Roy, now he figured you’d double back, them suits from the city, well, they thought you were scampering straight down to Mexicale, but old Roy, he knew better.’

‘Damn’

He glanced over at Bobby Rae, and saw the gleam of his teeth as the fire flickered into life. TJ should have known Old Roy would be on top of things. The guy was a legend in his own way, and maybe it was why there wasn’t much crime around his parish. The guy knew his business, that was for sure. Still, it pissed him off, realizing that he had been out foxed by a beer bellied old man. His daddy wouldn’t be impressed.

As the fire began to roar into life, fuelled by the dry timbers in the pit, he leaned back on his haunches, wrapping the blanket a bit tighter. He was feeling the cold, the dampness but the flames flickering in front seemed to soothe the ache inside. He was mad at himself, knowing he had not thought his escape out, knowing that he had walked right into Old Roy’s trap.

‘Get your britches off, hang ‘em on either side. No way do I want you coming down with anything, it’s a long walk back to the truck & I’ll be damned if I’ll carry you there.’

He turned to stare at Bobby Rae, who stared right back at him. In a strange way, the words sounded hollow, like as if he believed Bobby Rae gave a damn about him. If he got sick, he would still make him walk to the truck. Still, the dampness was chilling him to the bone.

TJ tossed the blanket off, glaring a little at Bobby Rae and at the shotgun. He kicked off his boots, and put them on the small ledge off to the side, so they too would dry out. His socks hung over the top and he began to get his clothes off.

It felt a bit strange, as he could feel Bobby Rae watching his every move. He didn’t really think much about it as he tossed his shirt off, then found a way to drape it over the side of the fireplace. The crackling flames warming his bare chest a bit. He had to admit, it felt good, as he bent over, while pushing his pants down.

As he pushed the pants down, his butt twitched a little, remembering Sheriff Roy’s most recent punishment. The scars were healed, more or less, but inside he still seethed at Bobby Rae, at how he had seemed to enjoy watching the old hickory switch whack his cheeks. How he had been so annoyed that TJ hadn’t cried out, and now there he was, once more enjoying his discomfort.

‘Enjoying the view?’

The instant he had said it, he knew he would regret it. It didn’t pay to taunt Bobby Rae, but shit, he was cold, hungry, and tired. Worse, he was caught and he still didn’t have a clue as to what it was he was supposed to have done.

‘Watch your mouth boy, or I’ll show how I’d punish you, if I was in charge.’

‘Yeah? Well, you aren’t, now are you Bobby Rae?’

He turned around to stare directly at the deputy, forgetting his nudity for the moment. Fact was, he was rather tired of the whole thing. TJ just wanted to get it over with, and if that meant a few blows to the head, or whatever Bobby Rae had in mind, well, it suited him fine.

‘I am right now. boy, maybe I should teach you a thing or two, wipe that smirk off your face.’

‘Go for it… if you dare’

TJ knew he was playing with fire. While he had never run into Bobby Rae during one of his rages, he was still well known around for them. Some said he got a lot of pleasure out of seeing others squirm, out of hollering for their mommies, while he administered his brand of Justice. Yet, somehow he just didn’t think Bobby Rae could have enough nastiness in him, to make him cry out.

‘Right, so you can whine to some fancy pants lawyer later? I ain’t stupid boy.’

‘Like I can afford one of them? Besides, I don’t rat out people, even your kind.’

He felt the warmth behind his back, felt the beat of his heart, and the ache in his chest as he used his ‘pity’ voice on Bobby Rae. In for a pound, in for it all, he thought as he waited for the Deputy to jump up and whack him one across the jaw, but as he waited, fists clenched, all he could see was the eyes glaring at him, the barrel of the shotgun slightly off to the side. Bobby Rae didn’t come lunging out at him, which added to his fear.

‘I’ll give you that TJ, you don’t rat folks out. Still, you got a mouth on ya boy.’

‘Like I said, go for it… if you dare.’

‘So you can make a try to get away? I don’t think so.’

‘Right, I am gonna what, let you ‘punish me’ then somehow overpower you and take off outside in my birthday suit? I ain’t dumb, Bobby Rae, besides I can’t outrun no shotgun.’

‘No, you ain’t dumb, but you are calculating son of a bitch, that’s for sure.’

TJ felt his chest heave a bit, as he stared at Bobby Rae. It wasn’t like he hated the guy, just his damn attitude. He had been one of those High School football heroes, that just didn’t get much further than that. For a brief time, he was a something in the community, now at 24, he was Sheriff Roy’s deputy, but not what you would call the talk of the town. Least not for being a Deputy.

He knew he was pushing it, which was being stupid. No, he wasn’t going to try for a run, least not in the nude. But if he could overpower Bobby Rae, grab the gun, he could get dressed, and make his way out of there. No way would Bobby Rae do more than follow him for a bit, nor would he even report it to Old Roy either.

Bobby Rae was right, he was a calculating son of a bitch. He knew that if he could get the gun, get away, that Bobby Rae wouldn’t even report it. Doing so, he’d have to explain to Old Roy how it all happened, and it would get around too. That simply wouldn’t be what Bobby Rae would want. He did have a rather inflated idea of his position in the town’s pecking order.

Looking at him, with a sort of ‘I dare you’ look, he was sizing up the guy. For 24 and being noted for enjoying his beer, the guy wasn’t all that out of shape. His body wasn’t going to fat yet, certainly not like Sheriff Roy. The guy could still give a good account of himself in a brawl, and he did have a longer reach than TJ. Still, if he could surprise him enough, just long enough to grab the shotgun, well, he wouldn’t need more.

Yet, as he looked at the Deputy, saw how his eyes stared back at him, how his hand lay across the gun, so casual like, he knew Bobby Rae was waiting for him to make a move. How the fingers were spread out, how his legs were spread apart, so as to leap forward, and lunge, were just too convenient. Old Roy may have outfoxed him, but no way would he fall for Bobby Rae’s attempt to.

Even as he realized he didn’t have a chance now, he held his breath for a minute, as he saw a fleeting glitter in Bobby Rae’s eyes. For just a moment there was a flash that he recognized, that he knew he couldn’t be seeing. It was the same sort of flicker he had seen in other guys, who looked at him, like Ron.

He shook his head, thinking that the lack of having eaten anything the last few days was effecting his vision. He rubbed his eyes, as if to freshen them up but as he stared at Bobby Rae, he also noticed how his lower lip was curled up, in a sort of appreciative grin. It couldn’t be, that the fag hater himself was queer? That would be too much, even for him, but as he stared back at him, he noticed how Bobby Rae held himself.

The signs were there, or appeared to be. As he stood there, naked, he couldn’t help but feel a bit aroused. A red flush was growing across his face, as he knew his dick was jerking a bit, and he couldn’t help but notice how Bobby Rae’s eyes would immediately dart down to look. It really couldn’t be, but the signs didn’t lie. His father told him that, but in a totally different context.

Yet how could Bobby Rae be gay? He was the biggest anti-gay guy in town, next to the Preacher and old man Jenkins. So how could he be family? That was how Rick called fellow gays, family, and in some ways they all were, least those he had met and been with. Still, there was no denying that look, that sort of glazed ‘I want you’ type glare, that he had seen before.

‘You looking rather proud of yourself.’

‘Huh?’

‘Standing there, with that grin on your face, your privates hanging out. That why you took that beating? So you could get Rick and Ron to show their appreciation?’

He sort of took a step back, as he felt the words hitting home. How the fuck did Bobby Rae know about Rick and Ron and him? Worse, how did he know he had protected them? No one knew that Ron had been the one, so how did dick head Bobby Rae know?

‘Don’t know what you talking about Deputy’

‘Don’t pull that innocent bullshit on me, you know damn well what I am talking about, now don’t you?’

‘’fraid not’

‘Don’t you get that way with me, or so help me, you’ll regret it a lot more than when you pulled it on Old Roy. We ain’t stupid, we know you was protecting one of them, either Rick or Ron.’

‘By ‘we’ I guess you mean Sheriff Roy?’

Why he had felt the need to taunt Bobby Rae wasn’t too clear in his mind, but he just couldn’t help himself. Yet even as the words left his mouth, he didn’t expect the response he got.

Bobby Rae was on his feet in less than a second, and standing up close right in his face. The barrel of the shotgun was poking him hard into the belly, as he stared into the angry looking face of the Deputy. He had never seen him so mad, yet at the same time his closeness seemed to excite him. He could feel his dick growing, and it seemed like Bobby Rae could do, as he got a nasty looking sneer across his face.

‘You like being close to a real man, sissy boy?’

‘When I get close to one, I’ll let you know.’

It was stupid, as he felt the hand strike his face, making his head snap to one side, and forcing him to step back a step or two. Well he had asked for it, but he knew it wasn’t going to end with just a slap. As he lifted his head up, and tasted the trickle of blood at the corner of his mouth, he couldn’t help but tremble a bit. The shotgun was poking at his chest, and he saw how the fingers were so taut as the rested on the trigger.

For a moment he thought Bobby Rae was over the edge, that he had pushed just too far. His chest ached, as the cold metal pressed inwards, as the sneer grew more pronounced.

‘I’ll show you what a real man is sissy boy, turn around, and grab your ankles boy. DO IT’

The sharp command made him flinch. Spittle from Bobby Rae splattered across his face as he glared, then TJ slowly turned his body around, to face the fire. He shook a little, as he reached down, to grab hold of his ankles. TJ had no idea what would come next, as he could hear the heavy breathing of the Deputy, feel the gun against the small of his back. TJ shivered as the barrel of the gun moved down the small of back.

He felt it slide against the crack between his buttocks, felt it being wedged between his cheeks, and slid further down. The sensation was scary, and he could feel the blast of heat from the fireplace in front, but it was the barrel sliding between his cheeks that had him sweating. Had he pushed Bobby Rae too far?

The thought that he was about to die suddenly was front and centre in his thoughts. To hell with the signs, the feel of the twin barrels slowing moving down between his cheeks was more of a sign than a perceived glimmer in the eyes. He felt his legs tremble, felt the beat of his heart as Bobby Rae said nothing.

The gun stopped near his hole, he could feel the press of the metal, and he could hear the heavy breathing behind him. He felt the gun press in a bit, as Bobby Rae leaned forward, his head now near TJ’s left ear. He smelled him, smelled the strong scent of the man, and felt his legs growing weak. He didn’t want it to end this way, to be blown apart in some rarely used hunting cabin. Not this way, not from a shotgun blast up his ass.

‘Scared sissy boy?’

The words were softly whispered into his ear, and he knew that his answer could very well determine if he had a future. He didn’t know what to say, how to act. TJ felt the fear inside, felt the panic, but somehow his stubbornness was all he had. There was nothing else for him to do, and if he was going to be worm meat, well might as well go out in style.

‘I’ve had bigger’ was all he could muster.

The gun suddenly was pulled back, and he felt the barrel rammed up under his crotch. The cold metal pushed up, into his scrotum and upwards. He grunted at the force of the gun, but held his voice. No way was he going to give the bastard the satisfaction, though he felt relieved too. Least he hadn’t fired the gun, yet.

Bobby Rae moved the gun between TJ’s legs, in a back and forth motion, very slowly. He kept it pressing upwards, then TJ heard something else, a clink of metal against metal, but not like a hammer of a gun being cocked. He didn’t know what it was, but he kept his face looking straight down at the floor.

He heard the hard sounds of Bobby Rae’s boots as he stepped back, still keeping the gun between TJ’s legs. He could feel the pain inside, as he ran the gun forward, until its tip pushed hard into his heaving chest. Another grunt escaped his lips, as he held his position, still refusing to look anywhere but at the dirty floor.

As his body trembled, his mind shuddered at the thought that his end was approaching. He couldn’t see how it would happen just yet, but the talk about Bobby Rae being sadistic was obviously true. He was certainly enjoying tormenting him with the gun, but as he fought the panic inside, he could still remember. Maybe no one would ever know what happened to him, or how he met his end.

Maybe after Bobby Rae would simple bury him out back or near by. He was too lazy to lug his lifeless body far, and the odds of anyone but some hungry animal finding his carcass was slim. Still, some would wonder, like Rick or Ron. Then too there was Doug. He would miss TJ, though he wouldn’t know how to go about finding him, not if Bobby Rae was half way competent in burying a body.

Doug had been last summer’s fling. One of those foreign guys who showed up with some youth group, doing a basketball tournament around the State. God he was cute, and oh so hung. Man it had been fun watching him practise on the old court by the School. The way his legs would glisten from the sweat, how they pushed forward when he took a jump shot.

He could remember that first meeting too, when he had challenged him to a quick one on one game, and how his eyes had looked at him. The way his blue eyes just seemed to glance all over TJ, then into his face. How his lips curled as he just nodded his agreement, tossing TJ the basketball, to have him start.

Christ he was so confident of himself, and yet when he bounced the ball, and slowly began to dribble it forward, his eyes couldn’t help but notice the firm package in those faded gym shorts he was wearing. It distracted him, but Doug didn’t take advantage, least not right then. Yet as he moved in, so did Doug, who suddenly was right in TJ’s face.

Hell, he could still smell his scent, that sort of sweat mingled smell with some cologne. It was all there, in front of his eyes now, as he felt his last moments on earth coming to him. Strange, to be thinking of Doug, of how he had smelled, when soon he would be smelling nothing.

Yet the moment was overpowering, as he had pushed forward, to suddenly feel Doug’s 6.3 tall frame blocking him, his slender body feeling like coiled steel as he stood his ground, blocking him. Then too he could feel something else, as his leg pushed up into the soft groin area. There was no mistaking that solid tube inside, and it made him look up, to stare into Doug’s face.

There was that tell tale sign, and he sighed, as he remembered how Doug had just grinned at him. That glint, that little curl of the lip, and suddenly they were off the court and around back just inside of the tree line. Looking outwards, they could still see the field, the school building, and the cement court. Looking inwards there was nothing but darkness, haze, and trees.

Doug had simply stopped, and then lifted his arms up, removing his tank top shirt. TJ had marveled at the slender frame, the firm nipples that jutted out. He quickly had removed his own t-shirt, but Doug was way ahead of him. He had his runners off, and only his white sports socks were on his rather large size 13 feet. Still, he was impressive as TJ noticed how thin he was around the waist, and yet how big he looked just between the legs. He was staring as Doug removed the shorts, and there in front was a gorgeous uncut penis. Not fully hard, the foreskin still shielding most of the cock head, but it looked so good.

TJ had dropped to his knees right then and there, and reached out to grab hold of the huge uncut dick. Touching it made him tremble, made his mouth water as he glanced upwards, to see Doug simply staring outwards. He let his tongue flick out, touching the visible part of the cock head, tasting that little drop of precum that was oozing out. It had been so salty, and so good.

He had immediately made his hand wrap around the pole, pushing the foreskin back, as he placed the dick into his eager mouth. Licking at the underside as he moved his hand back, to push into Doug’s groin, then slide the hot pole as far into his mouth as possible was a chore. The guy was not just long, but thick too. Damn it felt good, to taste that hard dick, to suck on it, then to jerk it while he played with the balls.

The taste of sweat and testosterone was unbelievable, one he could recall right now, as his fear subsided for a brief moment. Yes, Doug would miss him, and he was due back on another of those basketball junkets. Would make him just over 19, but somehow he didn’t feel like he would be there to play some one on one with him. He felt the fear again, as his eyes blinked, and he realized tears had formed at the corners.

‘Not feeling so tough, now, are you?’

‘Tough enough.’