Rescued at Sea

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (-)

Trent kept turning the key, then moving over to the cowling, looking down at the greasy motor, looking for something, though he hadn’t a clue as to exactly what. He was no gear head, and each time he just felt more frustrated, as he would stand up and look around. It was frustrating, the one time he went out, and had the place to himself, there was no one about.

Standing there, wearing his lifejacket, and a pair of broad shorts, he felt suddenly chilled. There were lights starting to go on at the various houses on the far bank, and he realized it was getting dark. Still, someone would come by, he hoped. Looking over to the silent motor, he felt like kicking it, except he had no shoes on, and he really didn’t need to break a toe or two, right now.

It was nearly the end of summer, and this was the first time he had the family summer cabin to himself, fat lot of good that was doing him. He had it all planned, to get one or two of his friends to come up, spend the week with him, and hopefully use up the Condoms he had bought, but suddenly everyone was busy, or off elsewhere. He had been forced to come up alone, but he figured one of the locals help pass the time, and once again he had been wrong.

It was like a ghost town, with everyone gone, or more or less gone. Jimmy, one of his prospects for some fun, wasn’t even up this weekend, and good old reliable Jeff had flaked too. Even the local gas jockey seemed to be pre-occupied, barely giving him a second look when he had filled up the boat. Now here he was, his last night alone, and for his efforts, he had managed to whack off a few times, watch some porn videos alone, and do nothing else. No horseplay with the guy from the grocery store, no looking for a quiet spot to do some serious fucking and sucking, just a bored day stretched out on a blanket, soaking up the waning rays of the summer sun during the day, and knocking back a few cold drinks at night, alone.

He sat back down, staring at the open cowling, at the shiny chrome around the stern, wondering what he was going to do. Like an idiot, he hadn’t brought a jacket, nor did he have any other clothes aboard. Oh sure, he had his little brown bag, the one with Condoms , some lube, and even a nice red dildo , but like that wasn’t going to get the friggin boat started, sure as hell wasn’t going to keep him warm, or stop the rumbling in his stomach.

Even the blankets were back at the dock, along with his clothes, as he stared out at the growing darkness. It was getting chilly too, and the water was starting to lap up against the sides, rocking the boat a bit. Normally he enjoyed that motion, but right now he felt like wanting to puke.

His first year at College was just a few weeks away, and he doubted if he’d be back until summer. It wasn’t like his friends were any different, except maybe Sam, who was already out in the world, working in some construction outfit. College wasn’t for Sam, but then he was already starting to beef up, no longer the puny runt he had been in High School. Might be fun to do him, once he filled out more from actually working, but that wasn’t gonna help him right now, as he stared off at the far bank.

Yelling might work, if anyone was out, but so far he couldn’t even spot the glow of a burning cigarette, or even see a darker shadow, that would signify someone being out. It was as if everyone was inside, packing or eating, and when he heard the voice, he almost fell off the seat. It had come out of the blue, and turning around he couldn’t see anyone, until he let his eyes narrow a bit, and there was this mop of shaggy blond hair peering at him, almost up to the side rail.

‘You stuck’ the voice asked, and Trent couldn’t help but notice the very white teeth, set off by the darker skin of the face. Definitely sunburned, and the hair looked like it hadn’t seen a comb or brush for months. Still, the eyes seemed to be sparkling a bit, and it was a lean looking face. Almost babyish in appearance, as he finally answered back that the engine wouldn’t kick over.

‘Help me aboard, I’ll take a look if you want’ the voice said, as his canoe bumped alongside the sleek side of the stalled motor boat. Trent moved over, to stick out his hand, noticing how tiny his saviour looked. He couldn’t be more than 100 pounds soaking wet, and if he was 5ft 6in he’d be wearing high heels. Yet his body was not emaciated looking. He had some meat on him, and you could tell it was well suntanned.

As he climbed aboard, Trent couldn’t help but feel relieved. At least he wouldn’t be stuck out all night, shivering. Plus, his rescuer seemed nice, but no more than maybe fifteen or sixteen. He put aside his fanciful thoughts, as he judged the young man’s age, as he padded over to the open engine cover.

Despite his first impressions, he couldn’t help but check out the butt, as he leaned over the silent engine, and reached to pull at something or other. He whistled a bit, as he pulled on this and that, then stood up, with obvious satisfaction.

‘Give it a try now’

Trent shrugged and reached over to the ignition. Turning the key he heard the whine, then the stutter, then suddenly the motor was running again, rumbling its normal sound, and he felt totally relieved.

‘Thanks, man I thought I’d be here all night’

‘Yeah it was quiet out here today, noticed you earlier, but thought you were just getting some ray’s.’

‘Sort of was the plan.’

‘Bitch being stuck, when no one is around, I mean you hope for a day without all the noise, the traffic, then get it and wind up stuck.’

‘Yeah, I was thinking just that, when the damn engine wouldn’t start.’

‘Kind of thought so, thought I’d hop on out, besides, needed to work off dinner.’

‘You came out special to check if I needed help?’

‘Well you sort of looked like you were having problems, besides I needed to work off dinner. Bit of rowing always helps.’

‘Don’t look like you have to worry about that too much.’

‘Oh I pack it on, unless I work it off later, and I don’t want to go off to College looking like a beach ball, the coach wouldn’t approve.’

His eyes seemed to widen at the news that this was no squeaker. One thing was certain though, he sure as hell didn’t look like he was old enough to shave, let alone attend college.

‘College? Coach?’

‘Yeah, I got a scholarship to State, for the wrestling team, and well, the coach is fanatical about weight.’

‘I’d never have guessed, uh?’

‘Jason, Jason Walters’

‘Well thanks Jason, I am Trent, uh, can I offer you a drink or a tow back?’

‘Drink would be nice, you are over in the arm there, aren’t you?’

Trent wasn’t sure, but he rather liked the way Jason sounded. He certainly looked good, and being good enough to be on a College wrestling team explained why he didn’t look like a sack of bones wrapped up in skin.

‘Huh? Yeah, how’d you know?’

‘Recognize the boat, and seen you around.’

‘Ah, I see, well hitch your canoe up and we’ll head back to the dock, assuming this beast doesn’t die on the way.’

‘Shouldn’t, just some gummed up line, but you should get it cleaned out by a mechanic before you take it out again.’

‘I will, okay ready?’

Jason nodded as he finished tying off his canoe. Trent couldn’t help but take his lithe body into his vision, finding it rather exciting. Turning back, to guide the boat and turn it towards the arm where the cabin was, he didn’t notice Jason looking at him, or that his little bag of essentials was right next to him either.

The boat ran like new, as he slowly angled the bow towards the dock, to let it glide in as he cut the engine. As he did, he turned to leap out and tie it off, when he noticed that Jason had a strange look on his face. He didn’t think much of it, as he got onto the wharf, and tied the boat off.

‘Ready for that drink?’

‘Sure, uh, nice place you got here.’

‘Yeah, nice when you can get it to yourself, doesn’t happen often.’

‘I know the feeling, I got four sisters, and they always seem to be around.’

‘I only have one, and a younger brother, still, its enough.’

‘Yeah, uh, maybe we can just have that drink here? Kind of nice to just kick back and enjoy the stars, the quiet. I don’t get that at my place, those sisters of mine can’t be silent for two seconds.’

‘Haha, yeah girls, go figure, if they aren’t talking, they aren’t happy.’

‘For sure’

‘What can I get you? We got cold beer, even some white wine, and all the other stuff.’

‘Got some milk?’

It made him shiver. He couldn’t explain it, but as he stared down at Jason, he was certain the guy wasn’t talking about cow juice. The way his head was tilted, how he was sitting on the dock, and looking at him, suddenly seemed more than just casual. As did his request for milk, and that smile, even in the growing darkness, he couldn’t help but see it.

‘Uh yeah, sure that’s all you want?’

‘For now, it would be great.’

Maybe spending nearly a week alone had him frazzled, but he was certain that Jason was flirting with him. Then again, maybe it was just that he felt like he had been rescued, that had him feeling that way, imagining what really wasn’t there? Could be that, as he left him at the dock, his feet dangling over the side, while he went up to the cabin for the drinks.

Could be simply that being a Jock, Jason was into a no alcohol thing, or something as innocent as that. Still, the way he had looked at him, how his face had sort of gotten a bit of grin to it, like he knew something, or thought he did. Strange thing was, he didn’t really recall seeing him around, though Jason obviously had seen him.

It was perplexing as he grabbed two glasses, along with a pitcher of cold milk and headed back to the dock. Most likely he had seen him, but didn’t let it register, given how he looked too young for him. After all, last thing he needed was to get involved with jail bait. Mind you, finding out he was the same age, eighteen, was giving him a rather naughty sense of pleasure.

There was no doubt that he was good looking. His build, his whole package was inviting, though the height could be a distraction. After all Trent was a tad under six foot himself, and he definitely outweighed Jason. Then too, he had heard all about short skinny guys, how their dicks were usually where all their height went, and that would be an interesting concept to check out, if the subject arose.

Walking through the bushes, he saw Jason stretched out on the dock, and right next to him was Trent’s little emergency bag. He stood frozen, as he saw that Jason had obviously been looking. Standing there, he wondered if he should just act like nothing was amiss, or should he be ready for a fight?

As he was trying to decide, Jason turned and spotted him in the bushes. He just stared, his eyes looking like tiny stars, the way they flickered at him. In his hand Trent could see he had his dildo, and was glancing at it, and then back at Trent.

Slowly he walked down, and handed Jason a glass, then filled it. They held eye contact all the time, as he filled his own and took a quick swallow, wondering if he should say anything or not. However, just as he decided to ignore the dildo, Jason made the first move.

Holding the dildo in his hand, and placing the glass of milk down, he looked up at Trent, as he asked him if the dildo was for his own use, or if he was hoping to catch a mermaid man. It was a lame attempt at humor, but it broke the ice, as he laughed, saying he would settle for that, at this point.

‘I can hold my breath under water for nearly two minutes, does that count?’

He just stood there, unsure what to say. There was no mistaking the look, the way Jason’s eyes suddenly seemed glued to a spot in line with Trent’s crotch. It was like there was some sort of electrical charge sparking around and between them, as he stood there, unsure how to proceed.

Trent stood there, as Jason stood up, and stepped out of his own shorts, tossing his hair back. It showed off his body, that seemed to just glisten in the growing darkness. It was odd, as he then laid back down, resting on his hands, while his body was aimed at Trent. His legs were spread apart, and there was not mistaking, that he had a hard on.

‘I figure rescuing you out there, well, worth something, uh in compensation for my time, don’t you agree?’

‘Uh I see.’

‘That all you gonna do? Stare at it?’

He had to laugh a bit at that, as he sat down at looked over at Jason. There was tiny hairs on his legs, all them seemed to be sticking up, but it was that patch of hair that surrounded that looming tower of a cock. They were right, or at least in Jason’s case they were right about compensation for his lack of height was made up by the size of his dick. God it looked so huge, and it was standing there, barely moving in the night air.

The balls looked like a pair of grapefruits, the way they lay on the wooden planks of the dock. Looking at Jason, his dildo looked more like a bloody toothpick, as he wondered just how big it was. He glanced up at Jason, who was just staring at him, with a look of pride.

‘Good thing you weren’t sinking.’

‘Oh? Why’s that?’

‘Cost you more than a glass of milk and a blow job.’

‘Maybe I’d not mind paying the extra.’

‘You can always go out and pull the plug after, then we’ll see how willing you are.’

‘Hate to lose the boat, but it might be worth it.’

‘It would, but well, it’s safe and sound and dry as a bone.’

The grin was infectious, and he couldn’t help but chuckle at the words too, as they both stared at the boat. For a brief second, he actually thought about jumping into the boat and pulling the plug, but hell it was a fifteen thousand dollar boat, his father would skin him alive. Besides, he wasn’t so sure he’d be able to take that dick easily, not without a few good sized drinks first.

He reached out, and let his hand rest on Jason’s leg. The touch made the leg twitch a bit, then it sort of just moved closer to Trent, and the talking was over as they just stared at each other. His heart was racing, and he had to admit, it was the strangest pick up he had ever encountered, and the strangest seduction he had experienced.

Crawling forward, he let his chest push up against Jason’s hard cock, as he moved to sort of lean above the smaller young man. The feel of that giant dick across his chest, then his belly made him tremble, and the idea of it being between his ass was a bit frightening. Jason was right, it might be too much of price, but he couldn’t help but want to try.

Staring down at Jason, he could see the twinkle in his eyes, the grin on his face, as he let his hand roam lightly over the chest, feeling the muscles coil under his touch. He could also feel the heart pounding inside, feel the chest rise and fall to his heavy breathing, as it let his touch move all over. The firm nipples were a surprise, but so were the rolling muscles under the stomach. They felt like coiled steel springs, as his hand kept moving over and around them, while his eyes stared down into Jason’s.

His own chest was heaving, as he sucked in the night’s air, feeling the hard cock move with the motion of his chest. Trent could feel the racing beat of his pulse, as he leaned down more, to close the gap between him and Jason. He saw the lips part, and closed his eyes as his mouth made contact with Jason’s.

The kiss was unlike any had ever felt. It was rich with flavour, a sort of taste that made his nerves tingle, his senses awaken. His body was suddenly on edge, as he felt his tongue darting forward, duelling with Jason’s. It was sort of sweet to the taste, yet felt so different than any other tongue. It felt good, making him even more excited, as his body lowered down further onto Jason’s prone body. The hard cock was nestled tightly into his chest, pushing into him with its thickness, and its stiffness.

The night was cool, but the combined body heat was making Trent sweat, as beads of perspiration were forming all over as he lay on top of Jason, kissing. He tasted him, then moved down to kiss and lick at his neck, at the hollow, and then raking his tongue down, the centre of the chest, all the way to the belly. He felt the body shake, as his tongue traveled slowly downwards, as his body slid further down.

He felt the hard cock throbbing as his chest moved down its length, feeling the vein pulse to his touch. It was unreal, making him sweat even more, as he breathed in the musky scent of the young man’s groin odor. It made the nostrils flare, the nostril hairs flutter. His own body shuddered, as he let one hand reach down, to grab hold of the giant balls, to squeeze them and probe them.

Jason was moaning, his body slippery underneath Trent’s. It felt amazing, as the slender body snaked around under him, moving and shaking. He felt so alive, as his hand cupped the balls, as his mouth came closer to the wriggling pole that was sticking up into his throat, as he licked at the belly.

Then he moved down, his hand encircling the huge cock, his fingers wrapping around the base, pushing down the pubic hairs, as he moved down, and let his face stare directly at the monster cock. His eyes bulged as he saw the winking eye of the monster, the white glow as it showed it pleasure to his touch. It was moving between his fingers, alive.

Licking his lips, he bent down, to kiss that one eyed monster, tasting it. His whole body quivered at the touch, and he felt Jason murmur his own excitement. It was unnerving, as he opened his eyes, to see that huge cock head so close, so inviting. The sound of the wind, the water lapping up against the dock, the swaying of the whole dock, made him groan, as he closed the eyes, lowering his head, opening his mouth.

The taste of the skin, the smell, made him moan, made his own cock twitch and ache. Jason moaned again, as he widened his mouth as far as possible, his jaw stretched as wide as the jaw hinge would let him go. He felt the huge head pass his lips, felt his tongue being flattened, as it tried to taste the hot flesh of the head.

His throat muscles groaned, his whole body shook, as he lowered his head more onto the cock. It trembled, shook as his teeth grated over the skin, lightly. Jason cried out, and Trent felt the two hands reaching up, grabbing hold of his own hair, twisting it, as he continued to feed Jason’s cock to his mouth.

There was no way he would get it all in, no way he could take it all, but he tried to get as much as he could. He felt his throat muscles resisting, felt the gag reflex inside, as he tried to stuff more in, but he couldn’t. He cried a bit, tears at the corners of his eyes, as he was forced to pull back, despite the press of Jason’s hands on his head. Again he sucked in air, then tried to swallow more, until again he was forced to pull back.

In and out he went, taking just a bit more each time, enjoying the salty taste of the hot flesh, revelling in its jerking motion as it passed into his throat, gagging him. His body ached for it, his mind blank, as he concentrated on the huge pole that kept stretching his throat. Faster he went, while his other hand stroked what he couldn’t swallow. His fingers wrapped tightly around the huge pole, moving up and down in a steady motion, as the sounds of his effort echoed in the night.

His ears heard the water, heard the beat of his heart, the constant moans of Jason, as his body tried to accommodate the huge missile. He sucked on it, trying to wedge more of it inside, holding the huge shaft tightly, failing to take it all. Yet he could feel the blood rushing, feel the excitement in the other, as he kept trying, kept sucking on it.

Jason’s breathing was becoming more ragged, more short and desperate. He could feel his body shaking more and more, feel the cock vibrating as it went in and out of his throat, thrusting in with the added push from Jason’s hips. His jaw was throbbing, the pain dulled by being so constant. His wrist hurt, as he held tightly to the thick shaft, stroking it in time with the motion of his head.

Trent felt the body trembling, felt the cock actually thicken, as the blood was rushing quickly along the whole shaft, then he heard the moan, the shudder, as the cock jerked inside his mouth. The body stopped shaking, the sounds were gone, as the cock reared back, then flung itself forward.

His own body suddenly tensed, then he felt the stream of hot liquid pouring out into his throat. Trent gagged, as his hand tightened even more around the shaft, as his lips seemed to melt into the hard burning flesh of the cock, as the milk filled his throat & mouth. It was pouring in, as he tried to swallow it all, failing as he felt the cum oozing out of the corners of his mouth.

Shaking, he kept struggling to hold the cock inside, to drink the heavenly flow of milk that just seemed to keep on boiling out. It had a salty sweet taste to it, as it flowed down his throat, flowed out from between his lips. The cock itself was shaking, yet the body beneath him was silent, as he drained the huge pole of the hot milk.

The cock was empty, his own body was in rapture, as he lifted his head up off the softening pole. His chest ached, as he felt his heart pounding, and then glanced over at Jason. The eyes were closed, the face a bit pallid, as if he was asleep, but as he stared, he saw the eyelids flutter, then the body shook, as if being awakened from a sleep.

He stared as the eyes bugged open, wide eyed as if in a daze, as if lost. The legs bucked and he felt them bang into his, as Jason saw him, and stared, with recognition finally coming to his facial features. The grin over his face, told Trent he had enjoyed the moment, as he saw him lick his lips, then sit up.

As he did, Trent realized, Jason had actually passed out, or at least fainted for a few seconds. It gave him a slight chill, as he saw the color returning to Jason’s face, the glow in them making his smile even more appealing. His chest was shaking, not yet fully recovered, but as his eyes moved down the smaller man’s body, he couldn’t help but notice, that the monster dick, wasn’t all that soft.

He felt the ache in his backside, as he turned to look back up at Jason. The eyes were staring deeply at him, then at his cock, then back at him. It was like he was thinking the same thoughts as Trent was. He couldn’t be, but that look on his face, that glance, seemed to say otherwise. His hand moved up from the deck of the dock, and ran across Trent’s chest.

His body shook, as if a stick of burning embers was being run across his chest. His whole chest heaved, as the hand moved down towards his crotch, then stopped. The fingers played with the waist of his shorts, then fell back to rest on his own stomach. The eyes were glittering, as Trent smiled down at him, and rolled off to the side. He lay next to Jason, his hand moving lightly over the still trembling body. He had all night, as he just enjoyed the warmth of the smaller body nestled into his. Suddenly the week didn’t seem like a total wasted effort, as his hand continued to move up and down the warm body.

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?

Yard Sale

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (2)

The crumbled bills felt strange in his hands, as he watched Cory come forward. His face looked clean still, but the eyes looked sad. His whole body seemed tense, on edge as if he was nervous about something, as he kept glancing around, as if to look for a place to run to. It was odd, to see him looking so jittery. He felt sorry for the younger man, but there was something in how he moved that made him a bit uneasy.

Garth stood aside, as Cory walked in. He watched as the younger man stood inside, staring at the more or less empty room. His shoulders seemed to sag a bit, as he turned to look at Garth. There was something in his face, that made Garth quiver a bit. Something was on his mind, as the younger man looked down at his feet, then dug into his pants, and pulled out a small trinket.

He lifted his hand up, opening it, to show an old watch, dented and faded from years of use. The gold coloring of the pocket watch was faded to a dull metallic shade as Garth recognized it. He reached out, to take it from Cory’s hand and looked at him, as the young man shoved it towards him.

‘How did you? I…’

‘I stole it, it was in the bathroom. I saw it, and, anyhow, I couldn’t keep it.’

‘I see, why? No one willing to pay you enough for it?’

Cory looked up, and Garth saw the tears rolling down his face. His voice had been harsh and he could see it had made an impact on Cory. Yet he was feeling angry, betrayed as he looked down at the old pocket watch. It had been his father’s, and while it wasn’t worth much in money, it had sentimental value to him.

‘You won’t believe me.’

‘Probably not, but go ahead, let’s hear it.’

Cory moved a bit, shuffling his feet as he eyed the doorway, which Garth noticed. He tensed up, wondering if the kid was going to bolt, through him, as he stood between the door and Cory. Instead he watched as Cory seemed to just slump a bit more, almost as if he was going to collapse.

‘Does it matter? You have it back.’

‘You were going to keep it, until I called you back, so give, let’s hear it Cory.’

‘Why?’

‘I don’t know, maybe because you gave me back the cash, but kept the watch, you think it’s valuable, worth more than the cash, or were you hoping I’d call you back, so you could maybe find something else?’

‘NO!, No, I uh, I just… you won’t understand.’

‘Try me’

Part of him wanted to reach out, and just shake the kid. It wasn’t that the watch was worth much, most pawn shops had dozen’s in better shape, but it was all he had left that meant something. It was a connection that he would have missed, and yet looking at Cory, there was something that held him back. It was stupid, he should call the cops on the kid, teach him a lesson, but then once more that damn conscience held him back.

It made no sense, but instead of lashing out, his tone softened, and he felt sorry for the kid. Besides, he did give him back the cash, worth a damn site more than the watch. Yet it wasn’t making sense to him, why did he give him back the money, but keep the watch?

‘Come on, we’ll go to the kitchen, have some coffee, and you can give me the story.’

‘It isn’t a story, It..’

‘It’s what? Come on, what?’

‘I was going to give it back, when I uh, when I gave you the money back, but…’

‘But what?’

‘I guess I just wanted something, to hold, to have.’

Cory was right, he didn’t understand. Instead of making a smart ass reply, he kept quiet and led the younger man back towards the kitchen. In some ways maybe he could understand, but as he watched Cory walking ahead, he couldn’t help but wonder what the real story was. There had to be more, than just wanting a watch.

He poured himself a second cup of coffee, as he leaned back a bit in the chair. Garth looked over the top of his cup, as he sipped the luke warm brew, watching how careful Cory was to avoid his stare. The way he fidgeted while holding the mug, still virtually untouched. It was strange, but he felt that maybe Cory really hadn’t tried to rip him off, least not in the classic sense.

God, he had been down the route a few times, and for a lot more than the price of an old watch. Hell, Ken was a perfect example of how not to handle a relationship, yet he had fallen for him, hook line and sinker. Sure the sex had been good, well he thought it had. Obviously Ken didn’t think so, given his parting words. They had hurt too, and yet in the cold light of day, he knew that he had simply been a sucker.

Ken had played him, no doubt in his mind about that. Course, he had let him. So was it right to blame Ken, when he knew better? Maybe that is what hurt the most, that he had tried, knowing it was fruitless. Ken had taken a lot more off him than a watch.

Christ, Ken wouldn’t lower himself to take something as meaningless as an old watch. He was a gold digger, and he knew the cash value of everything. When he had left, he had taken what mattered to him, what he could get money for, not what meant anything to him. Like the watch, it only had a meaning for Garth, to Ken it was worthless junk.

He felt a small shudder, as he realized he was comparing Ken to Cory, as if there was a need to. It felt odd, to sit here, knowing that the kid in front of him had stolen from him, yet at the same time try to make sense out of it. Not like he would have known, until morning, and then what? Would he have gone hunting Cory down for it or would he have simply swore, and moved on?

At the same time, he felt something for Cory. Maybe it was his look, his youth, or maybe it was something he couldn’t put his finger on. There was something different about Cory, hence his comparison with Ken. Was he trying to make Cory into something Ken wasn’t? Or was he just wanting it to be that way, sort of a rebound type thing?

He was smart enough to know that he wasn’t in the best of shape, emotionally, yet Cory had struck a nerve. Looking at him now, he couldn’t help but compare his looks to Ken’s, as well as his actions. Ken would never have given him the cash back, nor the watch. He never admitted to anything, even when he left, he couldn’t accept that Garth had done anything for him.

It had shocked him, that morning when Ken told him off, and left. Looking over at Cory, he didn’t see Ken or anything resembling him. Ken hadn’t looked ashamed, didn’t look sorry or even sad. Hell the guy seemed pleased to see the way Garth had looked, when told that it was all over.

Yet the night before, he wouldn’t have guessed that Ken was about to dump in the morning. Man, what a night it was, the wine flowing, the cuddling, and the attention too. Strange, but he realized it now, that it was nothing but a set up. Ken had a mean streak, and he had made that last night together as perfect as possible, simply to make the break up even more painful for Garth.

Christ what a bastard he thought, and his face grew a bit more taut, as he held his coffee cup, remembering both that night, and the morning after. Man what a sap he had been, getting up early, fixing a special breakfast for Ken, to have it all thrown in his face. His eyes got a bit narrow, as he thought back to that morning, at how right after he had swallowed the last waffle, drunk the last sip of specially brewed coffee, Ken had looked at him, and told him it was over.

Just like that, he had sat there, a thin cruel smile on his face as he said the words, watched Garth’s face as each word registered, as the surprise and shock turned to hurt. He relished it, there was no doubt of that. How his lips curled up as Garth had started to tear up, how he had shook a bit. It was all a good laugh for Ken, yet the night before, it had seemed like Ken was the perfect partner.

He couldn’t get rid of the conflicting images, of Ken smiling his ‘gotcha’ look in the morning, with the wide grin of pleasure he had been giving Garth all night long. How he had whispered ‘I love you’ so many times while touching him, while holding him. It was a good acting job, for sure, and now in front of him, he was confronting another disappointment. Or was he?

Ken had a good body, was handsome and certainly knew how to please a person in bed. His body was always moving, his hands, his tongue, all were like weapons of sexual torture. How he could get Garth almost ready to blow his load, then let him down, making it hurt unbelievably hard, yet pleasurable. How he could get him in the mood just with a look, a toss of his head and a glance of his eyes.

The way he had done it countless other times, but that last night, he was in top form. The way he had looked, fluttered his eyelashes at him, looked at him with his eyes, as if devouring him. It had given him chills, and when he had helped clean up the dinner dishes, it was like being in a room charged with electricity. Every nuance, every move, seemed sexually charged, which he fell for.

It wasn’t that they had a wild passionate sex life to begin with, normal he would call it, but that night, it was like the first time, only better. There was no need to explore, to test the waters. Ken knew what he liked, knew where those special places were and how to touch them, to get them pulsing. How Ken had used that knowledge.

In some ways, recalling it now only made it seem even more intense than then, yet it didn’t lessen the anger he had for the guy. How he could have done all that, knowing, was still a mystery to him. As he sipped the coffee, looking at Cory, he knew that with Cory, he could never do that. There was still too much honesty in the kid, too much naivety. Garth sighed, as he felt his body stirring, as the memories of that night worked its way across his mind.

How his whole body had trembled when Ken had brushed his arm past his buttock, reaching for a towel to help dry the dishes. How it had lingered against his cheeks, just lightly touching, while Ken talked about the day. How his voice had sounded husky, how his talk seemed to be about things that interested Garth, things that Ken rarely talked about or showed an interest in.

The whole routine was so charged, he had almost dropped a plate, and how the laughter had filled the kitchen then. How it would be filled with angry retorts less than 24 hours from then. Instead it was nothing but soft words, the odd joke that wasn’t as funny as their laughter might have indicated. Still, the touching, the way Ken would grab his shoulder, squeeze it, after a bit of a joke, or just out of the blue.

How he had made Garth feel like he was the only person in the entire world, by his look, his touch. How he moved his slender body next to him, and then how he took the wash cloth out of his hands, and dropped it into the sink, while turning Garth around, to face him. The way he looked into his face, the love that seemed to just sparkle from his eyes, then how his head had tilted. How the lips had looked so inviting, and then moved closer, to brush against his own.

God, the way his body had shook then. Ken only smiled and kissed him on the cheek, wiping a strand of Garth’s hair off his forehead. That little gesture almost giving him an orgasm. It was so well orchestrated, the odd little touch, the way his eyes looked, and how it felt as he had taken Garth’s hand, and pulled him away from the sink, some dishes still left inside.

Again, something he wasn’t used to. Ken had the charm, to make him forget stuff, to ignore tasks that needed doing. Leaving the dishes, Ken had taken him straight to the bedroom, another unusual move. He had laughed, joked at what a horny bitch Ken was being, who only grinned more, and made him feel so special. Even now, he could feel that tremble inside, that little quiver, that only had helped to arouse him.

Normally Ken liked it quick, but not that night. Walking into the bedroom, he flicked off the lights, and led Garth to the bed, to have him sit on the edge. Then he pulled out a large candle, and went around the room, lighting several other candles that had been placed all over. Again, a surprise as Ken had done it all, while he had been making dinner.

It only added to his love of the guy, or so he had felt then. To be surprised was not easy to do, yet Ken had done it then, and certainly the following morning. That angry thought, memory, was somehow pushed aside, as his mind dwelled on the night. How the room seemed to be moving, thanks to the flickering flames of several candles. How the flames all seemed to be dancing with each other, against the walls. Sort of like some weird love making ritual dance, as they would flicker one way, moving away from each other, then suddenly rush back towards each other.

He sat on the bed, watching as Ken moved around, and soon he could smell the aroma too. Not only had he placed several candles around, but they were those aromatic types, that weren’t cheap either. The fragrance wasn’t overpowering, as the room begun to fill with their scent. Once lit, Ken moved back to face Garth. His eyes just seemed to sparkle in the room’s darkness. The eerie glitter of the candles played across his entire frame, as he stood there looking down at him.

Moving softly, he began to slowly undress. Another little trick of his, that worked. How he would make sure you were watching, then slowly, agonizingly slowly, move his hands to undo his shirt buttons, one at a time, drawing the moment out. Then he would just let the shirt hang there, open just enough to show off his flat stomach, to give a small glimpse of his golden skin underneath.

One hand would move up and down the opened part of the shirt, caressing his own body. He would push the hand behind the shirt, not letting the shirt open much more, and you could see the hand reaching towards his nipples, at how they would move around the firm flesh, but not actually see it. Ken would moan a bit, a soft sort of whimper really, then once more the hand would be running down his flat chest, towards his belly.

He had you then, and knew it. The hand would rest at the pants waist band, waiting for him to move. Garth had looked up, licking his lips, hooked fully in the moment. Ken had smiled, as his fingers deftly undid the button to his pants. The sound making him jump a bit. A smile crossed Ken’s face then, as he held his fingers still for a second, until Garth’s eyes had once more moved down to stare at the bulging basket and the pants.

Ken let his fingers slowly unzip the pants, then push them apart and guide them down his legs. He stood there, bent over a bit, as he pulled each leg out of the pants, then tossed them aside, like a finished banana peel. So casual and yet so exciting too. He couldn’t help it as his eyes turned and watched the pants go sailing off to the floor. Then once more they returned to the man in front, the bulge of his erect penis stretching his underwear.

Calvin Kleins of course, as the huge letters seemed to glower at him. Ken’s hand would move down, to surround his bulging dick, highlighting it even more. Garth had licked his lips, as the one hand moved across the huge lump, the other moving up the centre of his chest, pushing the shirt open a bit more. Garth had been hooked and found himself leaning back on both hands, his eyes devouring the beautiful shape of Ken’s thighs.

The way the hair on his legs seemed to be standing up, and how big his basket looked. Even though he knew exactly what was under the underwear, he couldn’t help but feel tense, feel impatient at the delay in showing him what he already knew was there. It was all part of Ken’s plan, at how he suddenly moved his hands away, and removed the shirt instead. Yet even that had its moments, as Garth couldn’t keep his eyes from the show.

With his shirt off, he moved in closer, to where his legs now rested up against Garth’s. The room’s electricity quotient shot up a thousand fold, as his legs brushed up against Garth’s own legs. The face was looking down at him, as his eyes moved from Ken’s face, then to his groin, then back up to the face. How handsome he had looked, how alive he had felt.

Ken leaned forward, making Garth lean back for a second, then a smile crossed his face, as Garth felt his lips brush his. He felt the hands now resting on the bed, next to his shaking body. Garth couldn’t help but feel fully aroused, as their lips touched, as Ken’s tongue suddenly poked out, pressing up against Garth’s closed mouth.

He felt himself being forced backwards, further onto the bed, as he moved his arms back, then up and off the bed. Garth felt himself fall back, his arms reach up and around Ken’s body. The touch making him shiver. Then the lips were pressing hard, and he felt Ken’s body pressing down onto his own. He felt Ken’s hard groin pressing down onto his belly, as he took all of Ken’s weight.

His hand reached up and held his head between them, then he pressed his own face down, his lips crushing Garth’s. The tongue dug between his lips, pressing past and driving deep into his mouth. He tasted the younger man, tasting his lover in a way he hadn’t before. The tongue was relentless, but the hands held his face firmly in place, and then he began to kiss him back. His own hands moving up and down Ken’s body, then settling at his hips.

Ken managed to not only kiss him hard, but swivel his lower waist across Garth’s. It was all so quick, so unbelievably hot, that he lost all thought. His body was no longer his to command, as Ken’s body pressed down on him, making him feel like he was being pushed through the actual bed. His chest hurt, his legs spread apart, as Ken’s body formed itself to him.

The hard press on his crotch was making him sweat, as Ken continued to kiss him hard, deeply. The tongue moved in and out, and it was like being fucked. Hard deep thrusts, then out, then back in. The hands moved from his face, to slide down his body, making every nerve tingle as the hands past by. Every nerve inside was tingling, was on edge, as the hands moved down, to his own hips.

He sucked in air, moaned constantly as Ken continued to kiss him, to taste him. The lips would press hard on his, then move to kiss his chin, even his eyes. The hands undid his pants, and were pressing over his own throbbing cock. He felt the moment coming, moaned louder, and unlike most times, Ken didn’t stop. His fingers took hold of his cock, and the touch as they reached up and glided over his moist cock head only made him tremble more.

What a rush it was, to feel that one finger as it slid over his pee slit. The way the tip just managed to move over the top, then moistened by his precum slide back down underneath. Garth groaned, his body arched up but was held down by Ken’s weight. His legs stiffened, as his eyes fluttered, and he caught a quick glimpse of Ken’s face. He could still recall each line across the forehead, see each eyelash as they fluttered.

It was more than he could take, and without Ken stopping, neither could he. His whole body shook, his cries echoed into the room, as he heard his heart race to a fever pitch scream. The thumping inside was too much, as he bucked and shook. His legs kicked out, his arms dug deep into Ken’s thighs, right to the bone.

Ken’s hand suddenly closed up around Garth’s cock head, as it reared back, then released its steamy load of milk. He felt it flowing out, felt it being directed back to his belly, splattering across his pubes. He cried out, his voice shrill, as his arms let go and fell hard onto the bed. Yet all he could do was feel the rolling thunder inside, the way his whole body suddenly felt like it was on fire.

He remembered it all, as his body heaved, as his head rolled from side to side as his hips arched upwards, pushing up against Ken’s body. The way his cock ached, as it became coated with his own hot milk. How his entire groin was soaked and he could hear Ken’s heavy breathing as well. He could feel it against his cheek, as his body shook and shook.

It felt like forever, but finally it had subsided, and he lay there, his eyes adjusting to the room’s light. The candles still doing their little dance on the ceiling, the walls. His breathing was labored, as he stared at Ken, like a deer caught in a car’s headlights. He saw the glint in the eyes, the pleasure around his mouth, which made Garth smile back. He felt like he had just climbed Mount Everest, as Ken lifted himself up, and looked down at Garth.

How assuring his eyes had looked, how loving. He remembered how Ken leaned down, to kiss him once more, but this time, lightly. The brush of his lips had been like a match on dry kindling. All the passion he had just felt exploding inside, came rushing back. His cock jerked a bit, its decline arrested.

Garth shook his head, trying to clear his mind of the memory. His eyes were clouded, as he tried to focus, tried to get back to the moment. Looking over across from him, wasn’t Ken, but Cory. He let the chair move back forward, and sat his coffee cup down. A slight chill crept through his body, as he stared at the young man who had stolen his watch. Yet as he looked at him, saw how nervous he was, he couldn’t help but continue to compare him with Ken.

Garth took a deep breath, pushing aside the memories of that last night with Ken. Ken was gone, and he had to deal with this instead, plus morning was getting closer, as was his departure away from here, away from Ken.

‘Time to fess up Cory, why did you take the watch?’

Cory put the coffee mug down, and looked up at Garth. He had his hands on the table, around the mug, and Garth could see how he kept moving them, showing his nervousness.

‘I wanted something to remember you by’