Anointing of the Man Child

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (2)

Blake turned his face away, as he stared at the Senior, who was still looking a bit in shock, from the result of Brian’s effort. Zero rang out from the Senior behind Brian, and the Senior in charge, made note of it in a rather subdued voice. He also reminded everyone, points went to those who could shoot their jizz the farthest. It was rather strange to think about, but as he waited for the signal to begin, he felt like maybe, just maybe, he had a chance at doing okay. It would be nice, to be the envy for something.

He felt nervous, as he quickly looked over at the others. He noticed how Trent had his eyes wide open, how his lips were shut tight. In all honesty, the guy looked hot that way and it made him shake a bit. All these new feelings, these thoughts, were strange to him.

Sure, he had gotten aroused by seeing other guys. He had even dreamed of a few, like his High School friends. There had been Jesse, the basketball player. The way he would go to the games, not because he liked the game, but to see Jesse running around the court, in those shorts. It would make Blake think of all sorts of things, specially when he would get back home.

Funny, he never talked to Jesse at school, only in his fantasies. How he would somehow bump into him in the hallway, and a conversation would ensue, that would lead to sex. How he imagined Jesse had a big dick, how he would be duly impressed, as he would get on his knees to worship it.

And now here he was, among 20 other guys, about to jack off, when he couldn’t even muster a ‘hello’ when passing Jesse in the hallways. Strange how things could suddenly change, as he stared past Trent, to the other three. They all seemed to be bored, sort of. He thought it was simply an act, a way for them to try and bluff past it all, or did everyone but him have experiences with jerking off in front of other guys?

He had seen a few photographs of guys doing that, in his magazines, so maybe it was common. Yet he rather doubted it, as he saw how Trent was so intent on looking everywhere, but down at his own dick. The way the others seemed to be looking everywhere, but at their dicks. Blake looked down, to see his fully aroused dick, to see the skin tight and to feel the ache in his balls.

Odd, he hadn’t been thinking of any one guy, yet here he was, totally hard. It was almost like his dick had a will of its own, that it worked on its own thoughts, independent of what he wanted. He felt a small smile, as he realized that he really could stand a chance here. The scores had been rather low, and those who he had expected to really amaze, had fizzled. Well, Brian hadn’t fizzled, but it was obvious, he wasn’t a shooter, but a gusher.

Funny, he was a damn rookie, hell a rookie was ahead of the game, compared to him. Yet he actually had the strange notion that he could win, that maybe he had a chance, but then maybe it was simply wishful thinking. After all, no one really figured on him lasting. According the chart in the entrance way to the house, they listed the odds on the new members, of who were favourites, who were long shots. He had been saddened to find his name, listed at 200 to 1 of being likely to make it.

Then too, he did wonder at how he even got selected to get an invitation to join. Maybe it had been a mix up? They had meant it to go to someone else named Blake Mason? He had rather suspected that, right up until he had showed up for the orientation meeting. Still, who had put his name forward, who had arranged for him to make even that list, of the 20?

From what he had heard, this was a rather exclusive club. You weren’t just randomly picked out, and given a chance, or maybe in his case, it had been just that? Maybe for the sake of some twisted logic, they had elected to let one of the real non desirables have a go? It could be that, still here he was now, thinking he could do it.

As he watched his fellow new members, as the memory of that first test continued to play over and over in his mind, he couldn’t help but feel elated, pleased with himself. He had to admit too, he had surprised even himself on that first test.

To have stripped, to have had someone touch his dick for a measure, then to jerk off in front of everyone else. That just wasn’t something he had ever thought possible. To think, two weeks ago he had never once had any kind of sexual experiences with another person, and now here he was, no longer a virgin, in any sense of the word. It had all started by jacking off.

The leader of that first test had stood in front of them. They were the last five to compete, and so far, the title was up for grabs, or so he said. In the back of Blake’s mind, he rather thought that he knew exactly who would be cut, who wouldn’t, on this first night of endurance.

At first he had expected the usual type of stuff, associated with initiations. The wearing of outlandish costumes, of wigs and stuff, then having to parade around campus dressed that way. Yet, this was not what he had envisioned for a beginning test. As he listened to the rules being explained again, he couldn’t help but feel an urge to just tell the guy to shut up and let them get on with it.

How odd, he thought as he looked back down at his cock, at how it seemed to waver a bit, as if it too was anxious. Then too, he hadn’t had his usual time alone lately. One of the major disadvantages of college life, was the total lack of privacy. And Blake needed his privacy, or so he believed, though looking around, he wondered why he had make such an issue about it.

Blake felt the small tremor inside, as he realized that so many of his preconceived notions were biting the dust, all in one swell swoop. Like he never believed he could be naked with a stiffy, in front of others, yet here he was, kneeling and totally naked, with a hard on, and over 20 guys were all watching.

Then too his whole concept of being less equipped than others, but to his amazement he was a bit above average, in that department. His idea that he couldn’t get hard in front of others was long dispelled. As the signal was given to begin, he also realized that he did care, that he did want to show them all. He wanted to make that ‘200 to 1’ rating given him a huge mistake. Somehow, he wanted to show them all, as he reached up and spat on his fingers, while the others were already stroking their dicks.

He let himself wander off, closing his eyes, as he began to do what he could do best, dream. Blake felt the liquid around his cock head, as he gently spread it over the head of his cock, then down his shaft. He could feel it tremble to his touch as he felt his hand come down to his groin, where he let his fingers slowly wrap around the base of his cock.

He sighed, felt his body lean back a bit, his upper body leaning forward, as he got comfortable, just like he would do in his own bedroom back home. The floor was a lot harder, but he ignored it as he began to think of Brian, the guy with the huge dick. It was a knack of his, to think of what might be, rather than what had been. After all, you didn’t remain a damn virgin till you were eighteen by having experiences.

With the eyes shut tight, he began to slowly move his hand up and down his dick, his tongue licking at the lower lip, then he let himself go. He started to see Brian’s huge cock in front of his face, to see the veins that wrapped around the amazingly long pole. Once more he licked his lips, as his hand began the steady motion of up and down, stroking the hot pole.

He wondered what that white spot was on the cock before his eyes, knowing it was some pre cum. Licking at it, he felt its raunchy taste penetrate his senses, make his body ache a bit more, as he would reach out with his hand, to lightly run his finger down the stiff pole. Blake could feel it tremble to his touch, feel it shiver, as he slowly would move his hand down and then around Brian’s big cock.

In the back of his mind, he felt a strange pressure on his head, but it only added to his dream. It was Brian’s hands reaching for him, wanting him to stop teasing him, to do more than just let the fingers trace the various patterns of the veins. He could feel his desire too, see it in the shorter guy’s eyes. In his mind, he heard himself sighing, heard his own voice moan softly as he opened his mouth.

His lips were apart, as he leaned forward, as his tongue shot out, to taste that second drop of precum that was now oozing from Brian’s dick. He let the tongue lick it, swallow the cum, but not pull back. Instead, he let his tongue circle the head, then move across the head, to the ridge of the cap, to let the tongue lick slowly just underneath that ridge.

He could feel the pressure increase on his head, knowing it wasn’t Brian, but thinking it was. He ignored everything else, the heavy breathing from beside him, from above him, as he concentrated on the dream, on the fantasy that Brian was begging him to take it, was forcing it to him, as he held back. Blake felt his body shudder, as he finally opened his mouth wide enough, and that suddenly he could taste the salt coated flesh as it pushed past his teeth, to bang up against his throat.

It was hard, making his jaw stretch, making him nearly retch, as the huge dick was stuffed into his mouth. He heard himself cry out, a sort of muffled cry, as his hands reached out to grasp at Brian’s thighs. He could feel the skin give to his pressure, feel the bone being touched by his finger tips, as he tried to hold the hips away, to regulate the pushing.

His hand was moving faster along is cock, as he thought about how Brian would be moaning, how pale his face would be getting, as he took that monster dick, as his throat muscles finally listened, and relaxed enough for him to let the huge pole slide even deeper into his throat. Blake could hear himself choking, hear himself panting, as he strove to control every muscle in his throat.

As he felt the excitement rising, he could feel the hard banging of the cock against his throat, feel it pressing past his larynx, as he let his tongue try to lick at it. He could feel the beat of Brian’s heart from the pulse of the thick veins that coated the huge pole in his mouth.

It was hard to breath, as the huge cock filled his windpipe. With his chest heaving, he could feel his hand stroking his cock. The heat was intense, and the ache in his groin was replaced by a strange ache between his buttocks. The sounds were muted, as if in a distance, as he could see Brian’s cock being pulled out and forced back in, in a rising pace. He could see the eyes flicker, see the glaze come over them, as they fluttered, then closed.

Strange, but he knew it would be seconds, and he felt his muscles tighten around the cock in his mouth, felt his hand tighten around his own cock, in a choking grip that hurt, which he ignored. All he could think of was that image of that hard pole being pounded into his face. The press of Brian’s hands on his head, the way he smelled too.

Blake breathed in deeply, smelling that scent, that aroma that was new to him. It was cum, but for the first time, it wasn’t his cum that he smelled. He breathed it in deeply, feeling the cock jerk, feeling it actually thicken even more, as he let his head move in time with each thrust of Brian’s hips. He felt it as his whole body was nearing the tipping point, that magical point when he couldn’t control himself.

It was the one perk he had missed, and now here he was, having that special moment in front of over 20 strangers. Sure, they had introduced themselves, but that was as far as it went. Right now though, all he could think of was that moment when Brian fell backwards, when his short upper torso was stretched back over his haunches, as his big dick quivered, just before it let go.

He felt his own body shaking, felt the ache in his balls suddenly explode. Blake clenched his eyes tighter, squeezing them even more, as he tried to hold back the roaring waves of his juice. He could feel the cock tremble, feel it shaking in his hand, that now flew up and down the pole in a maddening frenzy. He could feel the ache inside grow, feel it make every muscle in his body suddenly go taut. It all registered, yet didn’t. All he could see was that huge cock head, see the coming gusher of cream.

Biting his lower lip, Blake tasted blood, as he saw the replay of Brian’s moment of glory again, though in slow motion. He saw the slit widen, saw the coming stream of grey white liquid moving up from within the tube of the penis. His eyes narrowed even more, as if gifted with x-ray vision. Every little detail was there, as he felt the burning pain in his lungs, then felt the excitement of seeing that moving white cream start to spill out.

With absolute clarity, he could see the tiny nerves popping all around the cock head, as they were coated by the sticky white substance, as Brian’s cum made its way to freedom. He watched the skin tighten, watched it change to various shades of purple and red. He could feel its heat too, see the cum begin to fill the air between Brian’s closed fingers.

As he watched, he felt his own body shake, felt his own body begin to pour its precious liquid out. His hand ached, the muscles in his shoulder were in agony, as his body surrendered to the vision of Brian jacking off. How the tiny white lines formed around his mouth, how the veins on his forehead pulsed, then lightened in color, as the blood drained to the huge cock. He could see it all again, as his whole body exploded.

There was a gasp from just above him, another from nearby, as he felt his cum pass through his fingers, and make their way forward. He felt the way his body didn’t lean backwards, but shot forwards. Every nerve in his body was screaming, as he felt dizzy. He knew that he had cum, that his daydream of Brian was coming to an end. He hated that part of it, but end it had to, but maybe he would find other things to contemplate, next time.

Still, he couldn’t believe that he had just done what he had. His body was still shaking, as his eyes opened then closed quickly. The light was glaring, but finally he managed to adjust to it. Blake felt himself leaning back, felt the goo between his fingers, as he slowly returned from his fantasy.

Looking off to the right, he could see Brian was staring at him, that his mouth was ajar a bit, and as he felt his heart pounding, Blake noticed that everyone was looking at him. He felt a self conscious, as he tried to collect himself. Everything still was a blur, as he felt the pain in his lungs.

As the beat of his heart slowed, as the thundering in his ears began to subside, he could sense the strange stillness in the room, as his eyes began to grow more accustomed to the light. His breathing was still a bit labored, as he slowly sat back upright, and he looked around.

Something was different, as everyone seemed to be staring at him. He felt very self conscious, felt his dick shrink even quicker, as he also placed a hand over it, to try and hide. He couldn’t quite figure it out.

‘Impressive’

Blake glanced up to see the head of the group talking to him, and all he could do was sort of mumble a thank you, though he had no idea what the guy had been talking about. Yet somehow he felt different, as he looked around, and saw a strange glint in the eyes that were looking at him. It was as if they were in awe of him, and he couldn’t quite figure it out, as he slowly relaxed his sore muscles.

As the members all gathered around each other, to compare notes, Trent leaned over and whispered to him. His voice showed his amazement.

‘Man, you always shoot that far?’

‘Huh? I don’t uh, how far did it go? I uh…’

‘You kidding? Didn’t you hear?’

‘No.’

‘Shit, your spunk hit the far wall man, like major footage.’

‘Really?’

‘Shit yeah, unreal dude, that was some display, and it sure as hell wasn’t some thin little gob either.’

He couldn’t help but feel pleased with himself, and before he could carry on the conversation, the members all broke up and came forward. They were all looking at him, as they announced the winners. Trent had gotten fourth place in the distance event, and he had taken first. It was a surprise, as he noticed how the others all seemed to look at him,

They were told to get dressed, and as they were standing up, they were also told that the first cuts were decided. He felt suddenly tense. One name was quickly read off, and then they were free to head off. It was a relief, as he realized that he had made the first cut. As he pulled his pants up, a few of the others passed by, stopping to shake his hand, which was unusual.

Brian even came by, telling him he wished he could shoot like him. He was at a loss for words, as he shook the guy’s hand, feeling a bit guilty. He wondered if he would still be thanking him if he knew that Blake had been thinking of him and his giant dick when he had cum? Hell, he wondered if he would have made it this far, if they had known about him?

The slap on the back startled him, as he turned around to see Trent there, grinning at him. He didn’t know why, but he was attracted to the shaggy haired guy. The guy was certainly good looking, and seemed rather at ease with everything. He hadn’t seemed as nervous as the others were, when they were all told to strip.

‘Wanna grab a cup of coffee at the student lounge?’

‘Uh, I don’t know, I guess.’

‘Cool, I gotta find out how you do it man, that was one hell of a shocker.’

‘What?’

‘Way you shot your load dude, you serious? You black out or something when you cum?’

‘I guess, I just, ya know, get lost into what I was thinking of.’

‘Wish I could zone out that way, at times.’

Blake felt nervous, as they left the fraternity house, and made their way down the dimly lit walkway, towards the main square of the Campus. Getting closer, the lighting grew brighter, which almost made it seem like daylight. He didn’t understand why it was so brilliantly lit, until Trent mentioned how there had been a few attacks on some of the girls, and the College had beefed up the lighting.

As they made their way along the Quad, he couldn’t help but notice that only the path going towards the Frat House were still barely lit, while all the other paths were like miniature beacons.

All the way to the big flat building, he couldn’t help but notice how Trent kept looking around, his eyes always darting around. It was as if he didn’t want anyone to see him with Blake, or something like that. He didn’t quite understand it, unsure why Trent seemed so nervous, so cautious.

For the most part they exchanged small talk. It was a bit stilted, which made him feel a bit nervous himself. The constant checking, looking over the shoulder had him feeling uncomfortable. He couldn’t put his finger on it, wasn’t even sure he wanted to know what was making Trent act that way.

Maybe he didn’t want any of the others to see them together? Maybe Trent knew his secret, or had guessed at it, and didn’t want to get tagged with being one himself? It was perhaps Blake’s greatest fear, of being outed. Still, he didn’t think he had really given anyone a hint, let alone make it obvious. Still the way Trent kept searching everywhere, was making him worry.

As they approached the entrance to the well lit Student Union building, he could feel Trent’s nervousness increase. It was like he was dreading walking into the place, with him. He couldn’t quite understand it, after all it wasn’t like he had suggested they come here. Getting close, Trent stopped, staring around at everyone that was milling around on the Quad.

‘Something wrong?’

His voice seemed to startle Trent, who jumped a bit, then he got this sort of lazy grin over his face, as he stared down at his feet, then glanced upwards at Blake. The way he looked made Blake quiver a bit, as he found himself being attracted to the shaggy haired guy.

‘How can you be so cool? Doesn’t it bother you?’

‘Huh? What? I mean, I don’t uh…’

Trent stared at him, his mouth open a bit. Yet all Blake could think about was how those lips looked so inviting, and wondered what it would be like, to actually press his own on them. Strange, he had thoughts of guys before, but never as powerful as what he was feeling right now.

‘You don’t feel it?’

‘Feel what?’

‘Afraid, I mean I know they say its safe, but then you didn’t see any bright lights along the path to the House, did you? Only along the other paths, to the other Houses.’

‘So? I mean, maybe they ran out of money, or they haven’t gotten to it yet, I don’t uh…’

He trembled a bit, as Trent stared at him. His eyes were wide open and he shook his head. It seemed like he was missing something, and that somehow he should know what Trent was talking about. Still, he didn’t quite understand, why he was so nervous, why he expected him to be, as well.

‘Shit, you really don’t know, do you?’

‘Know what?’

‘Christ, I thought… I mean, uh, fuck, uh maybe we should just, you really don’t know?’

It all felt odd. The way Trent was talking, in such amazement. What was he missing? He couldn’t figure it out, but he felt suddenly on edge, as the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. Something was wrong, but he didn’t get it. He hadn’t a clue.

‘What? What am I supposed to know?’

‘The Frat’

‘What about it?’

‘Shit, uh, I thought you knew man, unless you uh, shit, you had to know, they wouldn’t invite you otherwise, you have to, fuck…’

Blake trembled a little. His leg quivered, and inside he felt a strange dread. It had been odd, to be invited, when he didn’t even know anything about the Fraternity. Just that he had been so swept up as being asked, he never really thought much about the Fraternity itself. For a moment he wondered if somehow they knew about his secret, and it was all a way to out him.

‘Please, I don’t have a clue what you are talking about, I mean, if I screwed up or something, wish you would tell me.’

‘You screwed up? Uh, you really don’t get it. Man, I thought… The Frat House, dude its only for uh, for guys like us.’

‘Huh? Like us? I don’t…’

‘Shit, you really don’t get it, man it is for us fags, queers, fudge packers, whatever term you want, no breeders allowed.’

‘No, no way man.’

‘Fuck, like I’d make that up? I thought you… I mean you are, aren’t you?’

He stood there, like a statue, as he tried to make sense out of what Trent had said. How could it be true? Worse, should he answer him, and how? Should he pretend he wasn’t, or at least try? It was obvious, someone had known, or guessed. Was Trent out to trap him, to get him to admit to being gay, then scream it out, to out him?

Uncle Dan

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (1)

Dan stared at the old Grumman truck in the drive way. The white painted sides were a bit dull, and he could see the patches where he had touched up the paint, that were now weathered and old, just as he was. Sipping his coffee he felt his age, or more aptly he felt like a hundred, not a mere sixty. His legs trembled a little, as he stood there staring at 40 years of his life.

At twenty he and his father had bought the old truck, fresh from the factory. It had taken his Dad nearly a lifetime to save up enough to buy the truck, to put his son firmly in the driver’s seat of their shared enterprise. It had been his Father’s father that had started the little business, passed it on, and at 20 years of age, his own father was readying to pass it on to him.

Looking out at the ancient truck, he still marvelled at how it had survived, and how it had done him and his father proud. They had spent an entire winter getting their brand new truck ready for the summer season, customizing the interior, working out the generators to keep the coolers at the right temperature.

It had been good times, and when they had rolled out the completed truck, that spring day, well you could see the pride in their eyes, the twinkle of success. His mother had stood at the side, her hands to her face, tears in her eyes as she watched her husband and son back the transformed truck into the drive.

1968 and both John and Robert Kennedy were dead, Richard Nixon was heading for the White House, but to them, it was a perfect year. They had their new truck, double the size of the old battered Ford that had served the family business for decades. Now, his Father had said, they could really make something of the old business.

He had transformed their back yard into a small factory. Every morning at 6am the milk truck would arrive from the nearby farms, delivering fresh milk for their needs. Along with his best friend, he and his father poured the milk from the larger containers into several specially made metal vats, where they made their own home made ice cream.

It was a recipe from his Great Grandmother, and it had been popular among the family, and then the neighbourhood. Now it was still a popular choice among all the kids along their route, kids that were kids of customers of his grandfather, then his father.

A small tear rolled down his face as he stared at the battered old truck, that once held such promise. It was supposed to be his older brother’s business, when his father retired, but like so many, the Viet Nam War had ended that dream for his family. His brother Jason had died in some rice paddy, thousands of miles from home.

His picture, dressed in khaki was still on his mantle, a stark reminder of the price his family had paid. He was one of the lucky one’s, though at the time he didn’t think so. Still, he had avoided the draft, due to a medical condition, a heart problem, that back then, the Doctor’s said would kill him by the age of 50, at best, if not a lot sooner than that. Well, he proved them wrong, as he was 60 now, and according to his Doctor today, he could live to be a hundred.

Dan wished his brother could be here now, his father as well, but life wasn’t always accommodating. His brother was gone, lost in a war he still wasn’t sure about. For his parents, the loss of Jason was like someone had driven a stake through their hearts, but they never let it show in front of him. When his father began to slow down, when getting up at the crack of dawn to get the vats ready for the fresh milk, he turned to Dan more and more, never once letting on how he wished it would be Jason.

His mother never got over the loss either. They turned their grief into pushing him, in looking to make him take the family business to new levels, to new heights. It was their drive that kept him going, long after they had passed away. Least until now, when he simply couldn’t do it all anymore.

Dan, named after his grand father, thought he had done a good job in keeping the old traditions alive. The ice cream was still made by hand, faithful to the old recipe, even though it was far more costly. The bottom line had constantly gotten smaller, but he never once skimped on the ingredients, keeping his prices to their minimum. It was how his family would have wanted it, and he wasn’t about to disappoint them.

Just like his father, his grandfather, he watched the kids on his route grow up, become adults, and have families of their own. He had watched them go off to war too, many to not come back. He had watched entire neighbourhoods that held families for generations change over night. He had seen the effects of the Oil Embargo in the 70’s and the way things changed in the 80’s under the Reagan years.

He had lived through the AIDS epidemic, fearful of seeing many of his friends pass away from the strange affliction that many called the Gay Disease. He had lived through it, survived by the skin of his teeth as he had seen the First Gulf War, and the way his country was changing.

Politics rarely made sense to him, even as a kid. He never understood the Viet Nam era, that took his older brother, the whole Iran crisis or the Afghanistan invasion. Nothing made sense to him, as he went about his business, keeping himself out of it. Oh sure his parents would nag a bit, wondering when he would get out and find a nice girl to marry, to bring children into the world, and pass on the family business.

His father was one who kept at it, until finally his mother told him to stop, to leave the boy alone, though at that time he was already 30. She knew, never said a word, but she knew he would never marry a girl, that for him, his life wasn’t about kids, about girls. Yet not once did she say a word to him, and she kept his father from nagging, without telling him.

The whole AIDS thing, had worried her, specially that summer when he had lost some weight. He had spent a lot of time assuring her he was fine, that he was simply wanting to keep fit, to not let all the ice cream sampling turn him into a rolly polly old man. She had smiled, but he had seen the worry in her eyes, the way she looked. It tore his heart and for that whole time, he kept his sexual dalliances to a minimum.

There had been lots of opportunities too, that maybe he should have pursued, but he never could, least not then. Times were different then, and as he sipped the hot coffee, he realized it really hadn’t changed all that much, even with all the Gay Rights crap out there. You still didn’t go around advertising being queer, and certainly not if you were in his line of work.

Looking up at the sky, he could see the clear blue skies. Another fine autumn day, and he realized, he wouldn’t be heading out for another run. Yesterday, Labor Day Monday, had been his last run, and he had been given a royal send off into retirement. He smiled at that memory, then frowned, as he wondered just how warm would it have been, if they had known he was a 60 year old fag?

Would they have still turned out? Would they maybe hold the hands of their children tighter, and not let them get too close to the old queer? It wasn’t anger he was feeling, but disappointment, because it was the one regret of his entire life, so far. He hadn’t been able to be who he was, he had to keep it secret, and it had cost him dearly.

Bobby was one of those that he wished he could go back into time and alter. He had been a typical teenager, full of life, full of passion too. He had moved into the neighbourhood with his family just recently, and was like a young kid all summer long, always at the curb at 11am, waiting for Dan and his truck.

He was 18 when they had first met, and he had all the looks of a young man who liked to play, who enjoyed life. From his curly blond hair, to the lively looking powder blue eyes, when you looked at Bobby, you felt giddy, felt like laughing at the world. He was that type of guy once you got to know him, as well.

Dan had been 22 at the time, and it had taken him nearly the entire summer before he relented, and agreed to meet Bobby after work, to have a coke and burger. Back then, it was what they did, not hit the bars, not go share a joint, or a line, though maybe they did, just not in his circle. Still he had been petrified, not sure if Bobby was or wasn’t. Not like you could ask, without risking being beaten to a pulp.

Still he could remember that first night, when they had met and gone to the local burger place, to sip at ice cold Coca Cola in a big tall glass, ice cubes, and a burger that oozed grease. None of that healthy crap back then, just real meat, real bacon, and tons of grease. It was messy, but damn he could almost taste that burger now. Then, he was too scared to enjoy it, until the banana splits had arrived. He had almost choked on ice cream, when Bobby had looked at the sliced long banana, fluttered his eye lashes at Dan, then asked if his dick was as long.

It must have taken him five minutes to stop sputtering, to stop gagging on the ice cream in his mouth. And that wicked little grin across Bobby’s face didn’t help either. The way he looked so innocent, and wicked, all at the same time, was unnerving. The eyes, that were so full of life, seemed to be laughing at his discomfort, as his foot had suddenly stretched out under the table, and was brushing his foot.

Smiling, he remembered that his only words had been ‘are you’ and Bobby had simply laughed out loud. First his choking, now the laughter, had gotten many heads turning to see what was going on. No one seemed to notice the intense stare he had, the bright red flush to his cheeks, or how Bobby seemed a bit slouched on the booth seat. His foot had been gently caressing Dan’s, had even managed to move up a bit from the ankle, pushing the pant leg up.

God, it had been exciting, and while he hadn’t been a virgin, he sure as hell wasn’t the type to have had a whole lot of experience. Hell, if he was honest with himself now, he still wouldn’t call himself experienced. Not like many of the younger kids these days, or at least if you were to believe their claims. Still, back then it wasn’t easy to find partners, to meet and just, well, be who you were.

They had left the burger place, and walked down the street. It had been a perfect autumn night, just as today was shaping up to be. Maybe if it was today, they might have held hands, but not back then. That would be asking for trouble, yet he remembered that walk as if it was just yesterday. How they talked, how Bobby was hoping his number wouldn’t come up in the draft, how if it did he might just head up North to Canada. It was all so strange, to share the dreams of another, to share their fears, their hopes. He had missed that, ever since his brother had gone off, never to return.

Bobby was like Jason, full of life, yet serious when he wanted to be. Nothing seemed to be off limits either, as they talked, as he kept glancing at Dan, with that downward glance, that seemed so hot, so sexy. It was as if he was trying to just turn him on with his eyes, and come to think of it, he had. Just being with another guy, in such a setting, had given him a hard on. For the life of him, he wanted to see if Bobby was also aroused, but he couldn’t, afraid of being too eager.

It was Bobby who finally brought it up, as they were by one of the many parks around town. It was quiet out, the wind was blowing a little, but it wasn’t cold. Rather warm considering it was mid September, and as they stood by a small grove of trees, Bobby said what he had been thinking.

How nervous he had been, when Bobby asked him straight out, if he’d like a blow job. The little giggle had been unintentional, but it had also broken the ice more. Dan had made some smart ass comment, but he managed to glance down at Bobby’s crotch, to see a very large bulge in the pants. There was no doubt, Bobby was as excited by him, as he was with Bobby.

Thinking about it now, he felt a bit sad. How he had seen the gleam in Bobby’s eyes when he had agreed, how suddenly he had stiffened, and looked around, checking to see if anyone was coming along the street. His eyes were so bright, and yet he had seen the fear too, a fear he knew well.

It took them several minutes, to be satisfied, then to quietly slip into the park, to make their way deep into the grove of large trees. Branches pushed past their faces, as they walked through the underbrush, stopping every few feet, to make sure no one was inside, or following. It all had an air of being naughty, of doing something dangerous, forbidden. Course, maybe perhaps because it was illegal, it did sort of make things a bit more thrilling.

How they had stopped, listened, then moved further into the thickets, to avoid any possibility of being discovered, least without them being warned in advance. Each crack of a branch, each rustle of branches made them stop, listen, then move in more.

Finally they had found a spot, where both felt safe enough to take a deep breathe, and relax. Bobby leaned up against the trunk of an old weathered tree, and looked at Dan. He had his thumb hooked into the waist of his pants, and Dan couldn’t help but notice how sexy he looked. The way his chest was still heaving a bit from their excursion to this point, how full his basket looked. It all made him feel even more excited, as he stood there, not sure what to do next.

Did Bobby want him to do him first, or should he just drop to his knees? Maybe Bobby wanted to do him first? He didn’t want to ruin the moment, but it was typical of Bobby, to recognize his indecision, and to take charge. Course, that also led to some problems later on, but that night, well it was just what he needed.

‘You wanna do me first? I am so damn hard, it’s really hurting’

He had smiled and just nodded, as he moved forward, to get up close to Bobby. Dan remembered how he could smell the burger still on Bobby’s breath. The relish, the pickles, and even the onions as he stood directly in front of Bobby, staring down at his basket. How big it had looked in the gloom of the night, how inviting too as he felt Bobby reach up and under his chin, to lift his face up to his.

They had kissed briefly, just a brush of their lips against each other’s, but damn he could still feel how it had made him tremble. The press of those thin lips on his, the touch of his fingers under his chin, had nearly made him collapse. His legs had twitched and his knees felt like they would buckle. As they had pulled away, Bobby had told him how he liked that, how it was nice.

Funny, but while he had since kissed many other guys, none had ever said a word to him. Kissing wasn’t what it was back then, and who knew. Sure, you saw it in the movies, and if you listened hard enough, you could get an idea of just what kissing was, but that was from the straight crowd. For him, it was a rather new experience, that never seemed to go quite the way all the kids in the locker room had made it seem.

Yet with Bobby, it didn’t seem necessary. The brief little touch had made his own cock jerk in the pants, had made him tremble, and he rather enjoyed it. He let his hand move away from his own nervous body, to touch Bobby’s side. He felt the warmth of his body, and felt it shudder a bit to his touch. How strange it felt, how good it felt too.

His hand moved across the stomach, realizing how soft it was, how much he could feel the muscles underneath trembling as his hand moved towards the button on the top of the pants. Dan also realized at how Bobby was holding his breath, and how his eyes were staring down at his hand, watching every movement they made. It was sort of like being on display, as he fumbled with the button, needing both hands to pull the pants away from Bobby’s body, to finally undo it.

Bobby managed to exhale at that point, and Dan felt his belly push up against his fingers, that were inside the waist of the pants. He felt his whole body shake, his knees wobble, as he looked up into Bobby’s face.

The moon was out, but the thick covering of autumn leaves still were enough to block most of it out, but the glow was unmistakable. His eyes were so bright, so shiny, that it made him want to lean forward, to kiss him once more. For a second he hesitated, then felt his head tilt to one side, his eyes flutter then close as he moved in closer.

This time the kiss lasted longer, and he could feel Bobby’s tongue against his own, taste him a bit too, as his own tongue pushed inside, just a bit. His whole body was suddenly charged, he could feel his heart racing, as his hands moved up to hold Bobby’s upper arms, to press his fingers into the flesh, and press his mouth harder against Bobby’s.

It was his real first kiss with another guy. One that was just like how he had imagined it would be, and as their breath mingled together, he felt his whole body shaking, felt Bobby’s hands at his waist, holding him close. Even now, decades later, he could feel the press of those long fingers against his hip bone. How good it felt, how strong Bobby felt, how much he wanted him.

Somehow he found himself on his knees, their mouths apart. He could hear the panting breath from above him, as his hands fumbled with the pants, pulling at them, until they were down below Bobby’s knees. The white of his jockey shorts was brilliant in the darkness, as was the tented shape of the pole that stuck out from them. He remembered licking his lips as he tugged at the shorts, until he had freed Bobby’s dick.

It looked so huge then, as it wavered a bit in the night air, as it stuck straight out from his body. The dark patch of pubic hair looked black in the night, but he saw the two round balls underneath, close up to the shaft. His eyes couldn’t move away from the beautiful sight, as he leaned back on his heels a bit, to take it all in.

Bobby had his hand on his shoulders, as he stared at the cock, at the dangling balls. He felt in awe at it, though later he realized it wasn’t some giant monster, or some freak of nature. Bobby’s penis really wasn’t above average, but for someone who had little to compare it to, it looked huge.

How it stood there, sticking out, and moving ever so slightly, made it seem so alive, so special. He remembered too, how Bobby asked him if it was okay, as if he too wasn’t sure if it was normal. Even now, he could remember how he had said it was perfect, how it was something from heaven, which had seemed to make Bobby happy, as his one hand moved off of Dan’s shoulder, to grab hold of the stiff cock, at the base, and shake it a bit.

Looking at that pole, at how it moved in front of his eyes was making him drool. He forgot about being nervous, as he let one hand move up Bobby’s thigh, to touch his warm body, to then let it move across Bobby’s crotch. How Bobby had dropped his hold of his own cock, as Dan took hold of it, wrapping his fingers around the base of it.

He could still remember how thrilled he was, at the touch of his hand on that throbbing pole. He still believed he could feel Bobby’s blood rushing in and out, as he held the cock steady, letting his head move forward.

The instant his lips touched it, he felt Bobby stiffen, felt his body tense up, as Dan felt his own body shake. His lips opened, as the hot head pushed past the lips, his teeth grating the hot stretched flesh of the head. Bobby suddenly groaned, and Dan opened his eyes, to see one of Bobby’s hand moving up and down under his shirt. He closed the eyes, as he let his mouth move further along the shaft, pulling the whole pole into his mouth.

His jaw started to ache a bit, and his throat was having troubles letting the cock enter, but despite a few gags, he managed to have it all inside his mouth. Dan felt his nose pressing up against Bobby’s crotch, drinking in his aroma, his man scent. It made his whole body quiver, made his hand tighten around the base, as he began to pull his head back, feeling the throbbing pole tremble as it past his lips.

Bobby was moaning softly, and one hand now rested on Dan’s head, the fingers pulling and tugging at Dan’s auburn hair, wrapping strands around the fingers, while he moved his face in and out. His hand held the cock straight, but he could feel the muscles inside trembling, feel them shake as his mouth moved back and forth over Bobby’s cock.

The heavy breathing grew more rapid. Bobby was shaking too, and he felt the thighs tighten, felt the muscles inside become like thick bands of steel, as his head moved faster and faster along the throbbing cock. He could still feel its warmth, feel it strike the back of his throat, as it buried itself into Dan’s mouth. His tongue was flattened inside his mouth, occasionally licking upwards, as the hot pole slid past, then he felt the two hands on his shoulders.

Bobby’s fingers were digging deep into his flesh, digging at his bone even, and he could feel the hips moving in time with his face, and then the shallow panting grew quicker, as Bobby suddenly reached behind, and took hold of Dan’s head, shoving it hard into his body. At the same time his hips shot forward, and he heard him cry out, as the body bucked in Dan’s grasp.

The hot cream choked him, as he struggled, pulling back against Bobby’s hands. His mouth was suddenly flooded with a sweet salty liquid, that was gagging him. It slid down his throat, dripped out from his mouth and ran down his chin, as it just seemed to keep on coming. He struggled to pull back, forcing himself to swallow as much as he could, to avoid throwing up. His body shook, as the thick cream just seemed to be endless.

Then suddenly, his head was able to pull away, and he fell back onto his hands, his legs pushed out on either side of Bobby’s still prone body. Looking up, he saw how his eyes were shut tight, how his whole body was shaking, as he slowly let himself slide down the trunk of the tree. His legs weren’t as far apart as Dan’s, the pants and underwear holding them closer.

Yet as he slid down, his feet pushed up into Dan’s groin, making his own cock jerk, making it suddenly ache in a way Dan had never felt before. His body was still trembling as Bobby finally opened his eyes, to stare at Dan. The look he gave him, was something Dan knew he’d never forget. He was right too, because right now, he could still see it before him.

The coffee in his cup was cold, and as he remembered that look, his body gave a small little shake. He couldn’t help but feel the stirring in his groin, as he thought about Bobby, about that moment in the park, when he sucked him off.

As he told Bobby later, it was only his third, and he still felt rather pleased with himself, as Bobby refused to believe he had only sucked cock twice before, given how good he was at it. Maybe that was why he remembered him so vividly, the way he could compliment you, and make you believe it.

Mind you, it was much more than that. It was his first real crush on another guy, that was returned too. That made it special, and the times, well that just added to the thrill of his time with Bobby. To know, that if caught they could be tossed in jail, or worse, was well, intoxicating even. It never really made him angry, though it pissed Bobby off a lot. He was before his time, Dan thought, as he headed to the kitchen, to get a fresh cup of java, and to begin his first day of retirement.