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15Feb

Masturbation

gaydemon definitionsDid You Know That…

that during the 1700’s the concidered medical opinion was that self ejaculation was a terrible illness?

It was perceived that masturbation was not just immoral, according to religious morals of the time, but that it was actually an illness that could lead to serious health problems.

During the Victorian Era, pants were specifically designed, to prevent the hands in the pockets from touching the male genitals. ( source – Gaydemon Dicktionary & Wikipedia )

29Oct

Burning the Midnight Oil (1)

Burning the Midnight Oil

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (1)

Stepping back a foot or two, Jimmy stared at the long wall, holding his breath. It didn’t shake, didn’t look like it would soon fall over either, which made him sigh in relief. At last, the biggest task was more or less done, as he stared at the long slat wall that he had erected. It felt rather satisfying, so much that he didn’t even notice the two hot guys saunter past and swivel to stare at him.

Hell, he didn’t even notice his boss Scott walk up to stand beside him. It was his scent that finally made him turn his head, to notice Scott standing next to him. He also noticed the grin on his bosses face, which seemed to only add to the satisfaction inside.

It was late, and there was still tons of work to do, but the biggest task was finished. The 14 by 8 kiosk walls were up, and standing like they should. He even watched without fear, as Scott leaned forward, to give a small push against the long wall, to make sure it wasn’t going to come crashing down.

They had three more hours before the Mall closed for the night, though they could stay longer, but damn it, it was a Friday night and Scott had been pushing him hard, wanting to finish so he could head off to some lame ass party as usual. He wouldn’t have minded going with him but then straight parties weren’t Jimmy’s thing. Not that he didn’t mind a good party, but he rather party with his own kind. That way he didn’t have to worry about getting the crap beaten out of him for making a pass at some sexy stud. Though if it was Scott, well, he wouldn’t say no.

Getting the spot in the mall, for Christmas had been a stroke of luck for Scott, which Jimmy had sort of wished hadn’t happened. Least until he spent some time at the mall, knowing instantly that he wouldn’t mind being the one working it. God, the hot guys that seemed to be all over the place, kept him constantly drooling.

There was that one guy, who kept walking past, while he had been setting out the poles and wall panels. His hair was a bit weird, some purple along with pink and a huge loop sticking out from above one eyebrow was a bit much, but damn he had a nice ass and that basket was certainly worth a stare or two. Besides, it wasn’t the face he was interested in fucking, if he ever had the chance.

Judging too how the guy kept coming around, he had to be interested. Why else would he keep sauntering past, always turning his face to stare at him? Mind you, he did check out Scott too, but Jimmy felt he was cruising him, not his boss. After all, he was 20, his boss was 38, and well, the guy didn’t look like he was into older men. Though in all fairness, Scott didn’t look that old.

He was tall, had a firm body too. His hair was short & a dark brown, that sort of set off his angular jaw line. Mind you it was Scott’s deep emerald eyes that were his best feature, other than his full looking basket. Jimmy noticed those things, noticed too how Scott always wore tight shirts and pants, showing off his muscular body.

Jimmy on the other hand looked still like some pink faced teenager. He had long curly blond hair, that hung around his face, dangling a bit on top of his shoulders. He wasn’t what you would call muscular either, but man did the guys at the local gay bar drool over his looks.

He didn’t kid himself either, knowing that it was the way his hair curled around his face, that gave him a sort of boyish look, that was the attraction. That and the rather full basket he sported, lot fuller when he was horny, which was most of the time. He couldn’t help himself, he liked sex, and yet felt unsatisfied for the most part. Least with most of who he went to bed with. There were a few exceptions, which made him wonder, if he just hadn’t been looking in the right age group.

Oh, he had his share of sex with guys his own age. Sex had never been something he had done without, or been late in enjoying either. There had been the high school basketball star years ago, and a few other jocks since, but they had never really satisfied him. Sure, the sex had been good, but not what he liked to think about when jacking off, another thing he loved doing, and doing often.

It was also one reason he rather wanted to get this done with. He hadn’t managed to sneak off for a few minutes whacking his willy for the whole evening. Heck, last time he had managed to jack off, was hours ago, which really had him horny. Every time some guy walked by, it seemed to get his dick jerking in his pants, and there were a couple of times when he was certain Scott had noticed.

Now that would be interesting, to imagine himself doing it with Scott. While Jimmy was fairly certain the guy was straight, there was some doubt. The way he would catch him staring, back at the store, and certainly a few times so far tonight, so was he?

He had thought about him a few times, even had a few good jack off sessions thinking about doing Scott, which would surprise most of his friends. They were into guys their own age, but he liked his men older, or thought he did. The few really good sex he had in his 20 years of life, had been with older guys. They just seemed to pace themselves out more, so that they were ready when he was ready, not spent or finished, like so many of his own age usually were. Mind you little Aaron had been a surprise, but that was a rarity. Most of the guys Jimmy had managed to get into bed, were usually way done, long before he was even thinking of shooting his load.

The older guys, which he had slept with, never seemed to be in a hurry to cum, to finish. Not like he had slept with many older guys, but the few he had, were like Aaron. Course, they were looking for guys like him, and okay so the one old geezer hadn’t been very good, but hell the guy had been in his sixties. So maybe that had been stretching it, but now Scott, that would be in the right range.

At 38 Scott didn’t look his age, just as he didn’t look his age of 20. Scott had a fantastic looking body, showed off nicely too, but it was more than just the physical look he had. It was his eyes, how they could make you feel like you were the only one in the room or in a crowded mall. How they could seem to get right inside of a guy, knowing that he was seeing your innermost thoughts. That was his charm, and when you added that little smile of his, well, no wonder his dick always tried to push out from his pants.

Yet he was fairly certain Scott was straight. Not that Scott had said so, and too, it wasn’t like he kept talking about girls or anything, just that when he had told Scott he was Gay, the guy hadn’t made any move, any indication that he too was. He had sort of, well just acted like he was being told that there was a new delivery or something mundane to deal with. No surprise, no real comments other than a sort of ‘yeah, cool’ approach.

Surely if he was gay, he’d have said something more. Maybe a sort of ‘I know’ or a casual ‘thought so’ would have worked, but instead he got nada. Hardly a flicker from his eyes, but then Scott did keep his private life rather secretive. Jimmy had no idea what bars he went to, though he had mentioned going on a few times, but never anything more.

It bugged him sort of, but then too it also made him appear more desirable, more mysterious too. It had led to some interesting fantasizing when he had taken a break to hit the can, but that was the extent of it all. He rather wished there had been more details to add some spice to his fantasies, but he’d take what he could. Like working late on a Friday night, to set up the kiosk. After all it was Halloween, and well, that was always worth a few good memories.

Still, when Scott had asked if he’d work late, maybe till midnight, to help set the kiosk up, he didn’t hesitate a second. He rather enjoyed the time working with Scott, and this was certainly one of those times. It was one thing to stand next to him, pricing stuff, or unpacking new merchandise, but this was different.

This was real work, and he could smell the man’s scent as he stood beside him, admiring their handiwork. The slat wall panels had given them grief, along with the braces that they connected to. It seemed nothing wanted to work just right, or as they were intended to. Though he shouldn’t complain, because it certainly made them work closer. The mixture of Scott’s sweat and his cologne was also making him horny, but he didn’t dare look at him, not now. If he did, he was sure his dick would explode, and no way was he going to have a big wet spot on the front of his jeans for Scott to see, or anyone else.

It wasn’t fair at how horny he got. At times it was really embarrassing, and there had been a few times when he was certain Scott had caught him, hard. Hell the guy would have to be blind to have missed it. Not like he had his dick hanging out, but Jimmy’s dick wasn’t some short stubby wiener. He was rather proud of his dick size, not that it was what you would call monster sized, but it was uncut, and when hard, well it wasn’t average, that was for damn sure. Judging by the odd times he’d seen Scott’s basket, he rather didn’t think Scott was exactly lacking in the penis department either.

Though he had to admit, he’d like to have seen that basket more, but he was too damn afraid of getting caught. Seemed every time a good opportunity would popup, so to speak, Scott would be looking right at him. Now, no way could he stare, but he did dare a few quick peeks,

Hey I gotta hit the can’

Yeah? Okay, just don’t take all day, we got the glass shelves to get up.

Yeah, okay.

As he stepped away to head off, he couldn’t help but feel Scott’s eyes staring at him, which only added to his growing discomfort in the crotch. Damn the guy, he thought, as he walked quickly to the closest washrooms. The guy was just too damn sexy, to be working this close. Besides, that aroma of his was too much, especially how long it had been since he had last relieved himself, and he wasn’t talking about taking a pee.

Pushing open the main door, he quickly scanned the room, and headed for the far stall, that was open. He hated the closer one’s, and most usually took the first ones. He liked to take his time, though he didn’t expect it would be that long, given how horny he was feeling. He was already inside, locking the stall door, and undoing his belt before even turning around. His dick was anxious, he could tell as he shoved his pants down to his ankles. As his head lowered, he could see how his shorts were super tented, and he smiled, feeling rather pleased with himself.

Standing up a bit, he grabbed hold of the shorts, and pushed them down towards his knees, freeing his hard cock. It really looked so pleased, to be free of his clothes, that he couldn’t help but fell a sort of thrill.

Jimmy reached down with one hand, to pull back the little bit of foreskin that still covered his cock head, noting the glistening sheen on the head. As he pulled it back, his other hand reached down, to swipe at the clear liquid and he brought the wet finger to his lips, tasting his pre cum. He felt the tremor inside, as he tasted it, as he felt the excitement building inside his body.

His butt ached a bit, as he felt the hand holding his cock, pull back a bit more, the skin growing even more taut over his throbbing pole. Spreading his feet out a bit more, he reached under his dick with his other hand, to push at his balls. They were so full, and ached so much, he stopped playing with them, in case he set them off too early.

Letting his hand drop to his side, he began to use his other hand to slowly slide up and down his shaft, to gently stroke it. He could feel the palm of his hand slide over his head, smearing the pre cum down the hot shaft. It felt rather tingly, as his hand slid a bit easier down the hard pole, which amazed him a little. He really was rock hard, which usually didn’t happen while jerking off, though it usually was that way when there was someone helping.

Too bad he didn’t ask Scott to join him which got him grinning, and made him tilt his head back a little. The idea of Scott was consuming his thoughts, as his hand moved a bit faster, as his breath became a bit shorter. His heart was beating a bit faster, and he could feel it racing inside, from the way the blood was rushing inside his whole body. His toes were already trying to curl inside his shoes, as his hand was moving a lot faster along his shaft.

His mind was off, thinking of Scott and of how hot he looked, at how he smelled all sweaty and everything else. He could see the vision of his muscular arms, of his flat washboard like stomach, at how the muscles rippled a bit when he moved his upper body. All of it was flashing before him, as his hand stroked his dick, so the knock on the stall door caught him totally off guard.

He swallowed quickly, wondering if he had been moaning or worse, crying out. He hadn’t heard the main door open, and there hadn’t been anyone else inside when he entered, so he felt a slight tinge of panic inside. There had been cases in the paper of guys being roughed up in washrooms, though not locally, still it leapt to his mind, as he felt his hand quiver a bit.

Jimmy was staring downwards, at how his hand was gripping the shaft of his cock, when he heard the voice. He felt his whole body stiffen even more, as he recognized the tone, the timber of each word asking if he was in there. His face was beet red, as he stammered out a weak ‘yes’.

Well unlock the damn door.

He unlatched it without thinking, when he realized his pants were still down at his ankles, and his shorts by his knees. It was just dawning on him, that Scott was now inside, closing the door, and was staring right down at his exposed groin.

I knew it.

Knew what? I uh…

That you were whacking off.

But uh, I mean I uh…

He couldn’t look at Scott, who was now leaning against the stall door, but still staring down at him. For some strange reason, he felt excited, felt his cock growing harder, as he tried to figure out what the fuck was going on. He had been caught, but then, as he tried to figure out what it was all about, he breathed in that smell, that scent that was his boss. It only added to the sense of excitement, to the actual thrill he seemed to be experiencing, from being caught.

I gave up a hot date to work on this with you, I could have just sent Johnny with you, and here you are, polishing the wood, with work to be done.

He was suddenly on edge, as it felt like Scott was really pissed with him. Still, he hadn’t had a break, so what if he did take an extra minute or two, wasn’t like he had disappeared for an hour or more. Jimmy could feel his anger rising too, because what fucking right did the guy have to barge into a stall with him, just because he was taking an extra minute or two.

Not like Johnny would have given up his Friday night anyhow, so…

Damn you are a hard ass, aren’t you?

Jimmy felt his face flush a bit, as he realized that Scott was glaring at him, or so it looked. He just didn’t feel like he had done anything wrong, and he did like his job.

Hey, uh, look, I don’t want to get into a fight, but notice where you are? In a bathroom stall, and well, it isn’t for yelling at your staff.

Damn, you got balls Jimmy, I’ll say that for you.

Well fuck man, I mean you come hammering at the door, push your way inside…’ He stopped as he realized that Scott was still staring at him. While he had been so outraged at Scott’s treatment, he suddenly realized, he was being put on. The light finally clicked in his mind, as he shuffled backwards a bit, then sat down on the toilet, staring up at Scott.

Fuck, you?

Takes you long enough, Christ I threw so many damn hints at you…

Staring up at Scott, he couldn’t believe he had missed any clues, or hints. Just what did the guy do, send them in some secret code he had never heard of? No way, he couldn’t have been that blind.

I didn’t, Jesus Christ, I missed them all, I mean, I had no idea that… I mean, you are, right?

Well I sure as fuck ain’t standing in a pisser to take a whiz.

So uh, what uh, I mean uh…

Scott just laughed as he leaned against the door, showing his basket which drew Jimmy’s attention, at long last. He heard Scott chuckle as Jimmy’s eyes finally focused on the hard bulge. He couldn’t help but lick his lower lip as his eyes moved up to stare into Scott’s face. The guy was smiling, and there was that look, the one that always gave Jimmy a hard on.

I see you are interested.

Uh huh.

Scott pushed himself up, to stand closer to Jimmy. He reached down in a few seconds his pants were undone, pushed down towards his knees. The legs spread apart, to prevent them from falling further. Jimmy could see the bulge, now sticking out from the tight jockey shorts. It was aimed right at him, making him break out in tiny beads of sweat, all over.

It looked so big, but as he glanced up, to make sure, he couldn’t help but feel his own body becoming more aroused. His hands were moist from the sweat, as he reached up, to run one across the front of the shorts, to touch the hidden prize.

He recoiled a bit, as his hand touched the hot cock, still bundled beneath the shorts. It was like touching an open flame, as his pulse quickened. How hard it looked, how huge too as Jimmy ran his hand lightly across the side of the hard dick. He could hear a soft moan from above, and glanced up to look at Scott.

Scott had one hand under his shirt, rubbing his belly, the other leaning up against the wall of the stall. Sweat was dripping down his forehead, but his face already had a sheen to it, giving him a bit of a wet look. How hot it looked, as his eyes moved back downwards, to stare at the hidden dick.

Jimmy breathed in deeply, smelling Scott’s man scent, feeling the heaviness of the testosterone that now filled the small little stall. His fingers trembled, as it reached up to the waist band of the shorts. One more quick look up, then back down, as he gripped the shorts and pulled them down, to finally expose the hard cock.

It was like opening up a Christmas present. One that he hadn’t expected to get, that was suddenly there in his hands. He felt his body twitch, as he stared at the winking eye of Scott’s penis. The small drop of pre cum was all he needed, as one hand reached up to reach around Scott’s hip, while his other hand moved down to his own hard cock.

With his fingers digging into the soft flesh of the buttocks, he pulled the older man closer, while his own iron grip began to glide up and down his own throbbing pole. Jimmy could smell him, as he felt his eyes closing, as the room turned to a sort of semi darkness.

The brush of his lips on the hot pole in front of him, made him shudder, groan a bit, as his lips parted, to let inside, the hot head. He felt it push forward, as Scott’s hand reached down to take hold of Jimmy’s hair. He could feel the fingers grip the locks of hair, wrap them around, and pull forward, making him take more of the hot pole into his mouth. His throat was resisting, but with little success.

Scott’s hard pole was reaching down inside, while Jimmy felt his tongue flicking out and around the hard pole, tasting the saltiness of it. He could feel the hot pre cum coating the back of his throat, as his one hand was moving quickly up & down his own shaft.

He could feel the blood pulsing in Scott’s dick as his lips held tightly around the prodding pole. His throat was being pounded, as his own hand moved faster and faster over his own throbbing dick. He heard Scott moaning, felt his body stiffen even more, from his hand still clutching at Scott’s butt cheek.

The smell was overpowering as his own body was shaking, as his heart was racing out of control. He felt the sweat trickling down his face, in a stream more than anything. His chest ached too, as he struggled for each gasp of air. His legs were taut, cramping almost, as the pounding in his face got faster and faster. He felt his head rocking, despite the tight hold by Scott’s hand, but he couldn’t stop it from driving backwards, as the hard dick kept pounding is mouth.

Suddenly it all stopped, the hard cock was yanked out, and as his eyes flickered open a bit, in shock, he felt the first stinging stream strike him squarely on the upper lip, below his nose, above his lip. He felt it burning, as his eyes stared at the hard cock, that was once more rearing back, then shooting forward. He saw the stream leave, saw it arc upwards a bit, and then felt it strike.

As the second stream of Scott’s cum splattered across his cheek, beside his nose, he felt his own body arch upwards, felt his own cock rearing back, and begin to fire out a huge stream of his cum. At the same time he heard his own voice crying out in a long mournful sound, that was echoing another cry the was surround his ears.

Scott had his face taut, his eyes tightly closed, his nostrils flaring as his body shuddered and shook to the explosion of his cum. Jimmy could make out the way his chest was heaving, how rigid his arms were, that now held his shooting cock. It only made his own body shake more, as it too continued to empty itself of its seed.

He could taste the semi sweet salty jizz that was dripping onto his mouth and around the corners of his lips. He could feel the hot flush from the splatters across his cheeks, feel it dripping down, as his own cum was flying through his tightly held fingers. Jimmy felt his body spasm, felt the ache in his chest tighten, as his body sent its last load out, as the balls shrunk to empty dangling flesh.

His body was spent, as he leaned against the cold of the toilet, coated in drying sweat from his body. He felt the ache in his legs, as they tried to restore the blood flow, but all he could do was stare at Scott’s softening cock. At how empty it was looking, at how the tiny hairs around the shaft were matted from his saliva, from the sweat too. He felt his head rock a bit, as Scott’s hand released the locks of hair it had been holding. He felt the pain around his scalp, from Scott’s tight grip, as Scott’s body moved backwards a bit, then leaned heavily against the closed stall door.

The way his chest heaved, how his hands hung down twitching, added to Jimmy’s feeling of satisfaction. How his body stood there, quivering, after that explosion, how his one cheek was being tightened by the drying cum, how his mouth felt so sore, how his jaw even ached, all made him feel like somehow, there was more to come.

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28Jun

Anointing of the Man Child (1)

Anointing of the Man Child

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (1)

Blake stood there with the others in a perfect line. He felt the excitement growing inside, knowing he had made the list. At long last the trial was over, the verdict in, and he had made it. The journey had been a tough one, and at times he had thought he’d never make it to this point, to be among a select few, waiting for that special moment, when they would take the Oath, would finally become accepted members of the elite group.

It hadn’t been an easy journey, as a lot had been packed into the short two weeks of Initiation, but he had done exactly as his father had told him to do. He had taken it one step at a time, one trial at a time. Instead of worrying about the whole process, he forced himself to do his best at what was before him.

Thinking back, the pride in reaching this point was immense. Heck, he had been totally surprised at even being considered for membership, which had come out of the blue. Sitting at his stool at the Chemistry Lab table, the note had surprised him, and had made him almost knock over a beaker. Then going to the orientation meeting that night, to listen to what would be expected, during the trial phase, the initiation, had given him no encouragement either.

It had all sounded so intimidating, so not him, that he felt that he’d never get beyond that night, let alone the two weeks of tests, of various rights of passage. Fact was, Blake was a loner, always had been, which was never more evident than when he first set foot at the State College Campus. There too, had been an orientation meeting, where he had felt so alone, so not like the others. He had sat there, listening to the Dean talk about the life on campus, on how it wasn’t about the drinking, how they had rules, had standards. It made him shrink into his seat as he saw how the others basically looked bored by the speech, and how they all seemed to be apart from him.

Granted, his looks weren’t grotesque, though he wasn’t so sure of that. He was average height, weight, and while his parents told him he was a good looking man, he never quite believed it. Maybe it was that he had learned early in life that he was different, that his tastes were not normal. Least that is how it was put to him, by the Preacher.

That had been a huge mistake, that drove home the point that he needed to hide, to be careful who he told or who he shared his feelings with. Even his best friend hadn’t a clue about him, though he might have suspected. He felt a bit depressed thinking of Ron, wishing that the friendship had made it beyond Middle School. It might have made High School more bearable, less intimidating.

His parents had tried to help, but they couldn’t. While close with his folks, even them he didn’t trust with his secret. Though he rather suspected his mother knew, he wasn’t about to make the same mistake with them, as he had with the Preacher. That still gnawed at him, because he had so trusted the man. It was maybe foolish, but he had admired the guy, the way he seemed so assured of how things were, so talking to him about the different feelings he was having had seemed so natural, so easy.

The talk hadn’t gone well from the outset, and after it ended, it was the last time he had ever set foot in that Church, or any other Church. His parents had questioned him on it, but he had kept his mouth shut. He had refused to discuss it. While his Father didn’t push, his mother had, for several months, until even she gave up on trying to find out what had happened. How could he tell her or his father?

He learned the lesson well, and while he had liked sports, had enjoyed playing with the other kids, gradually he stopped. Every time someone would look at him, he’d wonder if the person was on to him, or something. Even the horseplay with Ron changed. So much that Ron stopped hanging out with him, not just at home, but in the schoolyard. He became a loner, shuffling to school each morning alone, walking home alone.

Lunch was as solitary as he could make it. A seat in the corner, away from everyone. Even the teachers had noticed, but never once did they ask him, or his parents. They just let it be, as if they knew without asking. After all, they were almost as smart as the Preacher, so they too must know. Stupid to think that, but he did.

Just like how every Sunday when his parents would go to Church, he would spend the entire morning worrying. He would dredge up some strange stuff, think of how he would answer them when they would come home suddenly knowing his secret. He really hated Sunday mornings, and it was apparent too.

Now here he was, about to become part of a group, to once more have friends, or people to talk with, to hang with. In some ways he was still nervous about it, but he had made it, had broken past the fear. Thinking about it, he couldn’t quite decide what it was that had finally made him try, or give it his all.

That first night, it had all seemed like another failure was about to befall him. The way the senior members talked, how serious they all looked. Even those around him seemed scared, which maybe had made him stay. Maybe it was sensing the fear in others, that was like his own, had given him the ability to stay, to not run.

Maybe it didn’t matter why, but he was so used to analyzing every minute detail, he couldn’t quite break the habit, even now. He had made it, had found out that what had happened so many years ago was unimportant today, that he shouldn’t be so worried about how, but he was. He still couldn’t believe that when it had come out, no one had changed.

The first test, had almost been the last for him. It really wasn’t a hard test, everyone was lined up with a tape measure in front of them. Each candidate was to strip naked. They were each given exactly one minute to get a full erection, which is when one of the Seniors would walk down the line, taking the measurements.

Another would record the details, points would be awarded to those who lead in both length and in width. He had immediately broken out in a cold sweat. The idea of so many seeing him naked, seeing him with an erection, was, scary. Here he was, on the outside a normal eighteen year old, and this would be the first time anyone but he, had touched his genitals. The others would surely be rolling on the floor if they knew, but he couldn’t leave now, or they would know.

Stupid maybe, but it was that fear of being found out, that made him stay. He did, like the others, and stripped, and waited, his head staring straight ahead. He could feel the sweat dripping from his forehead, as he heard the one call out the measurements. As the voice got closer, he couldn’t help but turn slightly, to stare at the proceedings.

There were 20 in the class, and he could see all those hard dicks. He had figured he would be tossed out, as until that moment, he knew he was as soft as a wet noodle. Yet the moment he stole a look, he felt the blood rushing, felt the ache inside, that always told him he was having an erection.

As the two Seniors came closer, he watched as the one would reach out, pulling the erect penis out at a 90 degree angle from the body. He watched as the end of the tape measure was placed on the top, near the groin, then stretched out to the tip. The number was then called off for length. Next the guy wrapped the measure around the penis, right up against the pubic hairs, then about midway, then up under the head. Each measurement shouted out, which only made Blake squirm a bit.

He had no idea how big he was, or wasn’t. Yet as his eyes wandered along the line, he noticed that most of the guys were still hard, that even after being measured, they hadn’t gotten soft. Then too, he felt his mind comparing what it was seeing, to what it knew his own dick to be like.

Funny, in Middle School and all through High School, when he had the opportunity to look, to check the other’s out, he never had. He had been too afraid to look, for fear of what was happening right now, which was to get an instant hard on. Sure, he had the odd porn magazine that gave him some idea of others, but he figured most were altered, that guys didn’t have dicks that big, or in that particular shape.

Staring down the line, he realized that maybe those photographs weren’t all faked. There were a few who seemed to actually be a bit bigger than some in the pictures. It was all rather exciting, and his cold sweat, his fear, had changed. He was actually feeling more than just aroused, as he felt the flush of warmth, as a few noticed him looking.

He should look away, he thought as his eyes met the guy next to him. If his memory was right, the guy’s name was Trent or something like that, and Blake thought he was rather hot looking. To have him notice him checking him out, made him quiver a bit, but unlike other times, he didn’t look away. He was rather glad he didn’t, because instead of a scowl, Trent’s face lit up and he smiled at Blake.

He also managed to look down at Blake too, to check him out, which gave him an even stranger feeling. He knew he was blushing, that his cheeks would have a red tint to them, but he didn’t care. Least for the moment, he didn’t, but as the two came closer, as their words grew louder, he felt ashamed. The old memories wouldn’t leave him, as he looked down one more time at Trent.

Instead of feeling guilty, he felt even more aroused. He noticed how Trent’s penis seemed to be even thicker, how the skin was very taut. He could even see the blue of the veins better, than earlier. It was almost as if by looking at him, Trent had gotten harder. That was a strange notion, and he was so absorbed by it, that he failed to notice that his turn for being measured had come.

His first realization came as he felt a warm hand touching his own hard pole. His eyes suddenly opened wider and he was staring at a strange face. He could feel the hand grasping his dick, and the tape measure being pushed up into his groin a bit. The voice called out seven and three quarters, which surprised him. He hadn’t thought he was even close to that size. Still, while it wasn’t the largest number he had heard, it also wasn’t the lowest. In fact, he was fairly certain that it was up there with some of the larger numbers.

It was over before he could do more than blink. The next part of the little ‘get acquainted’ test, as the Seniors called it, was for everyone to get down onto their knees, to note that their erect penises would be lined up with the long yardsticks set down in front of them.

Once everyone was in position, carefully checked by the Seniors, they found out what they would be required to do next. As he listened, he felt his heart quicken, felt his body tighten. Once again, he would be entering new territory, as he listened, his jaw hanging open a bit. This was something he had never done before, least in public.

The task was simple. They would each stroke their dicks, until they ejaculated. They were to try and aim their ejaculation to fall along the line of the yardstick, to in fact, ejaculate out from their bodies. The farthest drop would be recorded. To insure that each person had their ejaculation properly measured, there would be a Senior standing behind them, who would then proceed forward once the deed had been done.

There were 20 of them taking part, so the Senior in charge told them that they would do it, in groups of five at a time. He directed his subordinates to take position, and he couldn’t help but watch. To see how close they crowded the candidates, then he watched as the order was given to commence.

For the first time he was able to watch other men jerking off. He couldn’t keep his eyes off the first group of five, and he noticed how the others were also watching. It was rather odd to listen to how some were huffing, as their hands moved up and down their hard dicks. He could see one who tilted his head backwards, his hips jutting out.

In a way, Blake thought that the guy was doing it, so he could stare up at the Senior behind him. It was like he needed the inspiration, and he could feel his own attraction to the guy. He also noticed how his neighbour, Trent, kept looking at the group of five, then would glance over at him.

As he tried to take it all in, he was a bit surprised at the sounds they were making. He also was a bit surprised at how they looked, at how their whole bodies seemed to tighten up, to look so hard. The furthest away had a nice build to him, but as he got closer to shooting his load, Blake noticed how much his muscles were suddenly bulging. In fact, the guy suddenly took on the shape of a body builder, as the muscles bulged.

Then the cries began. It surprised him at how loud some of them were, as their bodies exploded. As their cum was finally released. He also noticed how the resulting shouts of numbers were so small. Heck, the one at the far end, who had made the most noise, got a zero. Seemed his load merely dribbled out and fell to the floor right under the head, and as he had cum, he had leaned backwards.

He was still huffing, his chest heaving, as the Senior behind him had leaned over and called out the zero. Blake also noticed how he had leaned over, how his crotch was right over the guy’s head. It was something that reminded him of a photo spread in one of his magazines, how the guy would stuff his naked crotch over the other guy’s face, how the balls were sort of mashed downwards, crushing into the other’s face.

The next five were started, and he couldn’t help but feel the excitement building inside of him. In fact, he was finding it hard to not reach out and grab hold of his own dick. It was like when he would get a particular magazine, and while flipping through, would begin to get the urge to touch himself. Problem was, this was real, not glossy photographs, but real guys. It gave him a bit of start, to realize that he was a part of it.

As the second group worked up speed, as the hands flew a bit faster, the heavy breathing became louder, he realized that he was actually having his first real sexual experience. Oh sure he had jerked off, but this was a first for him. He was among other guys, naked guys. That had happened before, but then it was always after Gym.

While there had been lots of talk in the locker room, he had made his time in the room as little as possible. His fear had kept him from the conversations, from the talk, and had also kept him from learning too. Maybe if he had stayed, he wouldn’t be here now, watching his first circle jerk.

Oh he knew the terms, after all he was an avid reader. It wasn’t a lack of knowing all the technical stuff, it was from having any real first hand experience. He had toyed with the idea of finding a hustler, but then he had no idea where to look for one. It was the one thing his magazines couldn’t give him.

He had tried online too, but every time he found an ad, he backed off. While he had never been with anyone else, not a girl, not a guy, he wasn’t totally stupid either. There were risks, and he just didn’t have the nerve to take that kind of risks. Then too, there were supposed to be places where guys could find willing sex partners, but where? Okay, so public washrooms was one, but how the hell was he supposed to know which one?

There were signals, and he had realized that as much as he wanted to get laid, the risks of it being a cop or something was too scary. Hell, look at that Senator that had gotten into all that grief, from supposedly making the wrong signal in the wrong place. Like he really needed some cop phoning his parents, explaining he was being charged with some sex crime. That would be a worse feeling, than the one he had from his talk with the Preacher.

Yet here he was, among 20 naked guys, with a hard on, about to jerk off. Like this wasn’t him, but while his mind was telling him to get up, to grab his clothes and run, the sight of all those hard dicks was too enticing, to arousing, for him to listen.

He had been lost in his thoughts, and the loud cries coming from close by, startled him. He turned his face, to notice that the third group was about finished, that soon it would be his turn, along with the other four who were last in line with him. Blake took a closer look at them, wondering what they were thinking, wondering if anyone in the room was a freak like him?

The red head furthest from him was busy watching the guy next to him stroke his dick. You could see his forehead was stretched, as he watched. It was easy to see that he was intent on watching it, as his nostrils flared a bit, his jaw was obviously being held tightly closed, as the guy stared at the hand stroking. The guy he was watching, had the biggest dick of them all, if he had heard right.

Blake’s own eyes wandered towards the guy and noticed how even as his hand flew up and down the shaft, you could sure see a lot of his dick. Man it looked like a giant pipe, so thick, so straight looking. Yet the guy himself was one of the shortest guys in the group. The Senior behind him, was bending over him, and his crotch was way above the other’s head. Yet he too was intent on watching that monster dick being worked.

You could see how his hair hung over his face, and he didn’t move a finger to move it out of the way, lest he miss seeing something. In fact, as he took a quick glance around the room, he couldn’t help but notice how so many of the others were watched the guy. His name was Brian, or so he thought, and everyone had been impressed by the size of his dick. Now they were all watching, expecting a giant flood of cum, least Blake was.

He could see how Brian’s face grew whiter, how the already white skin grew even more pale, as his chest heaved in time with the violent pumping of that massive dick. You could see the veins in the forehead, but more than that, you could see the sweat dripping off his face, and coating his entire body.

It was like a strange glow, as his whole body glistened from the sweat. Every muscle in his body seemed extended, as he worked that huge pole, as his body rocked back and forth. The way his upper body shook, as his face grew taut, made Blake tremble a bit, made him want to reach down and take hold of his cock. It also made him want to be kneeling in front of him, or laying underneath, to catch what was about to stream out. Least he was certain it would shoot out in a stream. So did everyone else, judging by their intent look.

In his mind, Blake was certain that not only had Brian one the points for the having the biggest, and thickest, but would soon win the most points for shooting his load the furthest. The hard panting sound was becoming louder, and he could see Brian’s upper body shaking, rocking even more, when he saw the jaw fall open, saw the way his eyes rolled back into his head, as he fell backwards, his cock gripped tightly in the one hand.

The gurgling sound echoed in the room, and he heard the gasps, as the milky white cream was suddenly there. He blinked, realizing that Brian had fallen backwards, his whole upper body falling back onto his haunches, pushing the Senior behind him, backwards. The agonized cry was chilling, as he saw the glob of cream fall from the tip of the mottled colored cock head. Brian had his fist wrapped around it, squeezing it, as it flowed out.

In some ways it was like watching the pictures of lava oozing out of a volcano. It didn’t jet out, like he had thought, but simply flowed out of the expanded slit, and fell downwards in a long stream. It didn’t come out with any force, but it was still oozing long after the cry had changed to a harsh panting sound.

While it was in some ways disappointing, in other ways it was more exciting than if it had been a huge jet stream. The way it just kept oozing held everyone’s attention, including the other’s in Brian’s group, who had long since cum. The scent of cum was filling the room, but only know was Blake noticing it. As his eyes stared intently at the dripping penis in Brian’s hand.

He felt his own body tremble, as he continued to watch. Brian was shaking, you could see his whole body shake, as his cum continued to ooze for several seconds, or longer. Least it felt longer, as they all watched, in amazement. Such a big cock, and while the load was huge, it hadn’t travelled very far. The Senior above seemed stunned and he kept looked down, at the almost prone body beneath him, at the huge cock that was staring up at him. Cum was dripping down the still throbbing pole, Brian’s hands were off to the side, twitching a little, as his small chest rose and fell quickly.

The room was silent. There was no doubt that Brian’s display of prowess, had taken everyone by surprise. Some appeared disappointed, others looked on in awe at the slowly softening penis, that even when soft, was bigger than many who were hard.

The silence in the room was finally broken by a single cough, as Brian managed to sit up. He looked so pale, but you could tell color was returning to his face. You could also tell that he had been close to passing out, as the blood had rushed to his monster dick. Blake couldn’t imagine what it would be like, to experience such a big dick, but he had an insane urge to want to know. His eyes were still fastened on Brian’s penis, when he realized that his group was to have its turn.

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.

21May

Story – Caught (3)

Caught

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (3)

Terry licked his lips, as he stared intently at the little video screen on his camera. He could see Jesse standing, staring back at him with a sort of wide eyed look that showed how nervous he was feeling. He could see how he stood, so rigid, so stiff that he wondered what was going through his mind. The whole thing was a bit weird, to be caught by the guy, then instead of being run off the property, he had wound up sticking a dildo up the guy’s ass.

Life was certainly strange, but then too those red welts on the guy’s ass cheeks bothered him a bit. It really wasn’t any of his concern, besides which, it wasn’t like he had asked the guy to strip, or to perform. It was all Jesse’s idea and it was a chance he wasn’t going to ignore. The guy was even better looking than Damian in many respects.

Maybe it wasn’t so much that he was better looking, just that he had that shy, country boy look. The faded jeans, the boots, and the obligatory red and blue checked shirt. Naturally he had a scarf or whatever they called it, around his neck, which just made him look so sexy, that Terry couldn’t help but feel himself aroused. Man, what it would be like to taste the guy, to have his dick in his mouth, or up his ass, but he wasn’t about to make that kind of move. Least not until he got the video of the guy whacking off.

Terry could sense Jesse’s nervousness. He lifted his head up, and then moved back towards the spot he had placed the camera for his self jerk off video. He sat down, resting his back, and opening his legs a bit. Okay, it might be a bit much, but judging by how Jesse’s eyes kept following his every movement, he figured it might just be worth it.

Settling back, he lifted up the camera, shooting from a lower angle. He put the camera down, then staring up at Jesse, he told him to just ignore him, to look ahead, and to try and imagine himself with someone special. To think of that one person that got him horny and not worry about him or the camera.

Jesse nodded at him, then stared ahead. Terry watched as Jesse’s eyes fluttered a few times, opening and closing as he tried to picture someone. He found it strange, to see how much trouble he was having, figuring that most country boys his age were nothing but horn dogs, yet it didn’t seem that way with this one. He just watched, as finally his shoulders sagged a bit, and his hand moved up his leg.

Terry flicked the record switch, and the red light began to blink, as he watched the action on his little view screen. How the hand moved so hesitantly up his rather long legs, how the fingers began to spread apart as they moved up his side. The shirt seemed to flutter to the touch, but it was the wind picking up a bit, as Jesse moved his hand up, and then across to rest under his chin.

The fingers moved up the long thin neck, tracing a circle around the bopping Adam’s apple, then he tilted his head back, to show the underside of his chin. Terry sucked in his breath as he watched the fingers move up and over. They crossed the well defined chin, then two of the fingers moved up and over the thin pale lips. One finger suddenly disappeared behind the lips, into Jesse’s mouth.

He watched him suck on his finger, noticing what a natural he was, as the finger moved in and out very slowly. He gulped as he saw him take it out, then lower his head to stare down at the camera. It was a look he had never seen before, one that got his heart firing on all cylinders. He could feel it racing inside his chest as the eyes fluttered, then looked up to stare off into the forest ahead.

The hand moved down his chest, and pulled the shirt out, and began to unbutton it. His fingers moved slowly, starting at the bottom, as they moved upwards, until the entire shirt was open. Jesse pushed his hand inside, and tilted his head back, a soft moan escaping his lips as the hand moved slowly up and down, hidden by the shirt. Terry couldn’t help but feel his blood boiling, feel his own dick starting to grow inside his pants. God the kid was a damn natural, as the hand moved so seductively under the shirt.

His small moans were so arousing, Terry hoped the built in microphone would pick it up. Gawd, how sensuous it was, to watch his hand move up and down his long torso, the occasional flash of golden skin tantalizing him. Then slowly, he saw the hand spread the shirt open more, gradually letting Terry and his camera capture more of his perfect looking skin.

The one hand moved across and out now, taking the shirt edge, and pulling it back so he was now displaying a completely bare side of his upper body. His own eyes bulged as he saw the deep purple skin around a fully erect nipple. It wasn’t large, but it stood out clearly against the golden tone of the chest, and then the shirt was pushed over the arm and off the shoulder. Terry could see the shoulder bone as the arm moved, to let the fabric fall off, with now only half of the shirt covering his front.

The camera zoomed in as he saw the shirt tail rise up, while the sleeve dangled behind the thin frame. Licking his own lips he moved the camera upwards, to take Jesse’s facial expression in. He couldn’t help but see how the eyes had narrowed, how the nostrils were flaring a little, and how his mouth had a firm set to it. Moving the camera back down, he saw the Adam’s apple bopping up and down, as the freed hand moved across and under the remaining portion of the shirt.

Swallowing hard, he heard the soft whimper, as he saw the shape of the hand reaching across, and circling where the hidden nipple was. He could see the fingers pull together, certain that Jesse was tweaking his own nipple between them. The ache in Terry’s groin was becoming a bit uncomfortable, as he watched mesmerized by the soft motion of the hand under the shirt.

The shirt fluttered a bit at the bottom, then slowly Terry watched Jesse pushing it back, watching the arm move away from his body, as the shirt began to slide off the shoulder. He could see the muscles, the bone even, as the shirt slid down the arm, towards his wrist. When it was nearly off, Jesse flicked his wrist, making the shirt sort of jerk away from him, to fall to the ground.

He could see Jesse’s chest heaving, see the way the skin shimmered a bit in the filtered sunlight that was coming through the dense covering of the trees around them. It had a sort of haze in it, tiny dust particles highlighted by the sun’s rays, that made Jesse’s body shimmer a bit.

Wiping his eyes, he saw the small little tremble go up and down, as Jesse began to once more caress his own body. The hand moved across his belly, making it seem like it was rippling, then slowly inched it’s way back up towards his head. Keeping the camera on the hand, he stood transfixed by the motion, until it reached the hollow of the neck. The camera continued to move upwards, while the hand slid to one side of the chest. He saw the face looking outwards, the thins tightly held together.

Quickly he moved back down, to watch the hand moved down to the pants, where he saw one leg jerk forward, cross over the other. He let the camera move down, noticing the very thick bulge in the crotch, as he let the camera take in Jesse’s long legs. He let the camera focus on the feet, as Jesse pulled the boots off, by simply hooking the heel into the toe of the one, and pulling his leg up.

As the boot came off, he watched as he simply tossed it aside, with his foot, as if he had done it a thousand times. Then he hooked the remaining boot over the stocking foot, and once more pulled the leg up. How the pants rode up his leg, tightening, highlighting his leg muscles was caught by the camera, as he now stood in his stocking feet.

The body moved, as one leg was lifted up and crossed over the other, so that Jesse was sort of hopping a bit on the one foot. The hands moved into the picture frame, and quickly the sock was removed. He bit his lip as he stared at the bare foot being shown in the screen, his eyes lifting up over the screen to actually look directly at the naked foot. Jesse didn’t seem to notice, as he lifted up his other foot, and again crossing it over the firmly planted leg, his hand moved in and removed the sock.

Terry noticed how the toes wiggled once freed of the sock, and at how long they all looked. He hadn’t gotten much of a look when Jesse was taking the dildo, but he was rather certain the guy was hung, and uncut. He was about to find out, as the naked foot was once more on the ground, and Jesse was no longer hopping around. Moving the camera back up the long legs, he saw one hand hooked on the waist band of the pants, the other slowly moving up the leg. It looked so inviting, he was tempted to just put the camera down and go over to undo the pants himself.

Biting his lip, he watched as Jesse moved his hands around to either side, the thumbs hooked inside the pants, sort of pulling the waist band outwards. It pulled the pants tighter around his groin, showing his bulge even more, as he finally moved the hands back to the front of the pants. Both hands were over the button, and there was no mistaking Jesse’s heavy breathing. Terry lifted the camera up quickly, to grab a quick head shot, noticing how the head was tilted back, just a little, but still focused forward, into the woods.

Sound of the zipper quickly had him moving the camera back down, to aim right at Jesse’s crotch. It looked so full, as he saw the pants open, a faded blue fabric behind the open flap of the faded jeans. Terry felt his heart skip a beat as the pants opened wider, and he could see the outline of a huge pole pushed to one side.

The pants were slowly being pushed down by both hands, and he could see the hair falling in front, as Jesse leaned forward, to slide them down. He watched with his mouth open a bit, as the pants continued their slow downward journey, until they rested at the ankles. His eyes stared at the limbs, noting the soft colored hairs on the skin, gently swaying in the afternoon breeze.

Gulping, he glanced up from the video screen, to see Jesse looking right at him, almost expressionless. The lips were drawn, paler than at first, yet set firmly as he slowly lifted himself upright again, the pants at his ankles. Then carefully he lifted up one leg, flexing it upwards, as his other foot held the pants down, until the foot was freed of the jeans.

Then with his foot still bound by the pants, he shot the leg forward, arching his foot, so the pants would fly off the foot. They went sailing, which he captured perfectly on the video, following their brief flight, as they left Jesse’s body. Looking back at Jesse, his eyes moved up the lanky body, noting the bulging thighs, then the hard lump that showed in the threadbare fabric of Jesse’s shorts.

The guy was a natural, he thought, as his eyes were held captive by the rather large lump. He could clearly see the outline of the cock, see how thick it looked within the shorts, and he felt his mouth going dry, as he glanced up, to see the glazed look in Jesse’s eyes.

The hands moved up and down the legs, slowly, teasing him, and whoever else was to ever see the video. It was so natural looking, so unforced that he couldn’t help but feel his own chest heaving in anticipation. His eyes were glues to the show in front, as a hand moved lightly over the crotch, gently passing over the large pole shaped lump. Terry saw the pole twitch, as the hand moved slowly over it.

Blinking rather quickly, he felt himself swallow hard. The idea of having that hidden pole in his mouth or up his ass was becoming too much to ignore. It was so amazing, as he watched the hand clench, then two fingers moved back down, barely grazing the outline of the hard pole. Licking his lips, he watched as the two fingers moved down, to reach under the leg of the shorts, and slowly pull up on it.

Staring wide eyed, he saw the bulge grow more pronounced, as Jesse pulled his shorts backwards, tightening the material around the dick held captive inside. He couldn’t wait, he thought, as the camera kept recording. Terry felt his hand quiver a bit, as the fingers suddenly released the material, then move quickly up to the waist band of the shorts. They were grasping the edge as he sucked in his breath, waiting for the revelation of that throbbing cock.

Jesse suddenly stopped, then his hand moved downwards, very slowly. He was taunting Terry, or so it seemed, as the shorts began to creep downwards. Terry could feel his eyes widen, as the first glimpse of the small pubic hairs began to appear, as the outline of the groin became visible. His chest hurt, and he could feel the lump of his own cock shifting, jerking inside the pants, as the shorts made their way down, yet still hiding the hard penis from view.

A quick look up and Terry could see Jesse’s head tilted back, the eyes shut tightly. His nostrils were flaring a bit, as he let his hands push down. There was no doubt, he had found someone to think about, making Terry wonder who it could be. Still, he didn’t dwell on it as he moved back to watch the hard cock being unwrapped.

Licking the lips, he saw the flesh begin to show, the fresh pink color of the pole, a bit whiter at the base, from being pushed down by the shorts. He saw it slowly fall downwards, as the shorts pushed, then he found himself jerking backwards, as the cock shot out from the restraint of the shorts.

One second he had seen its outline, next it was jerking in the air, pointed nearly straight at him, away from Jesse’s trembling body. He could see the quiver in the thighs, as the cock stuck straight out at him. The cock head was not fully showing, hidden by a dark patch of foreskin, nearly covering most of the head. It was perfect, to his eyes, as he zoomed the camera in.

The brighter color of the head, in sharp contrast to the foreskin, made him quiver. As he held the camera up, moving it slowly up and down, to capture all of the beauty of the naked young man, he couldn’t help but let his other hand rest on his own lap, feeling his own arousal at the stiffening penis.

Moving back to focus on the penis, he sucked in his breath, noticing the very full balls, that dangled freely below. Each one swayed a bit, the shape of the testes clearly visible in the swollen sac. He could see the tiny bristles of hair that appeared across the scrotum, that had a sort of leathery look to it. A bit darker than the flesh of the penis, that was still in need of some growing. Yet even as Terry realized Jesse wasn’t fully hard yet, he couldn’t help but admire the length and thickness.

He could see the mottled color of the veins criss crossing the large pole, see the skin around the head drooping forward a bit, as Jesse stepped out of his shorts, and took a step back. Then he watched as the hand moved down the thighs, pulling the soft thigh flesh back, so that Terry could film the crotch without any other skin showing.

The pain in his groin was almost too much, as his hand moved a bit over it, pushing his own hard cock to the side, as he once more zoomed in on the hardening cock. He could almost believe he could smell his aroma, but he knew it was just his imagination. With the camera rolling, he saw the body begin to sink down, as Jesse began to fall down, or appear to.

He was lowering himself, to kneel and Terry got a guick head shot, seeing the intensity in the face, how the muscles were all tightening, highlighting the bone structure of the younger man. Sucking in his own breath, he watched Jesse sit down on the back of his legs, his knees firmly planted into the blanket. Yet the cock still was sticking straight out, the balls sort of folded outwards, below the wavering pole.

Jesse’s hand came off the thigh, and reached forward and to one side, where the bottle of lubricant was, and as if born to it, flipped the lid open with his thumb. He brought the bottle over, and slowly tipping it over, began to let the lube pour down in a stream, on top of the hard pole, near the base. He moved his hand forward, making the stream of lube follow with the hand, until it was coating the cock head.

Moving the camera up, he saw Jesse lean backwards, over his legs. His head was tossed back, as one hand rested behind him, the other now letting the lube rest next to him, then move and taking hold of the coated pole. The fingers slowly wrapped around the base of the cock, until the whole hand was clenching the pole.

His hand moved slowly forward, until it came to the very tip, where he let it flow over the head, rubbing the lubricant over it, smearing the tiny drop of pre cum that suddenly appeared. Terry heard the soft moan, and looking up, noticed that Jesse’s eyes were tightly shut. The hand now began to move in a sort of circular motion over the hard pole, pushing the skin back, then sort of twisting around, until it was back at the groin.

Jesse’s hand began to stroke the hard pole very slowly, moving up and down, stopping every other time, to reach down and poke at the full balls below, then quickly move back to take hold of the cock. The foreskin was gradually tightening, as more of the deeper colored cock head began to show. It had started out looking so bright, so fresh, but as the blood rushed through the skin, it grew darker, and darker in color. The gleam of the lubricant adding to its hue. Terry felt the catch in his throat, heard his own tiny groan, as he watched the eighteen year old begin to pull on the cock a bit quicker.

The body was shaking, it showed in the view screen, as the hand moved up and over the hard pole. The foreskin was taut now, tight around the whole cock, just a bit loose enough to push forward when the hand was up near the cock head, then it would tighten up as the hand pulled backwards. Terry felt his own body aching, felt the muscles in his butt clench and unclench, as he watched Jesse stroking himself.

The hand he was resting on, came forward, the body lifting forwards a bit, to compensate. The hand moved up his chest, grabbing one nipple and twisting it, as the other hand moved faster over the hard pole. Terry could hear Jesse’s breath becoming more rapid, more shallow, as the hand was becoming a blur over the hard pole.

Terry let the camera pan upwards for a brief shot. He saw how the face was constricted, how the young man’s entire body was taut and stretched. He could see the thighs jutting out as the camera moved back down, see the muscles inside coiling, tightening up, as the hand moved quicker over the shiny pole. His own throat felt parched, his own chest heaved, as he heard Jesse crying out, calling out in short raspy gasps.

Terry felt his mouth hanging open, as he held the camera as steady as possible with one hand, his other hand now reaching for his own cock, still in his pants. It hurt to touch it, to poke at it, as he saw Jesse’s hand becoming a total blur. He heard his raspy groans, heard his cries, as his body grew even more tight.

I am cumming, quick, take it, hurry, Oh God, hurry

The words thundered in his head, stunning him, then he dropped the camera, and leaned forward. He stretched out fully, to see the hand holding the cock, to see Jesse’s hand quivering, as he held the throbbing pole and had it aimed towards Terry. He didn’t even think, as he pushed forward, to get between the legs, to let his hands move up and touch the hot burning flesh of Jesse’s hips.

Jesse’s hands moved out of the way, reaching up until they were grapping at Terry’s head. He felt the fingers take hold of his hair, pulling him forward.

I can’t hold it, hurry

Terry took hold of the hard cock, feeling his whole body suddenly go into shock. His legs suddenly ached, as he opened his mouth wide, smelling the man scent of Jesse, seeing nothing but the glistening cock head. He felt his head being forced forward, as he breathed in deeply, as the cock in his grasp suddenly jerked backwards.

Moving faster, he felt his lisp touch the hot cock head, as it shot forward, the tip just inside his lips. The spray of hot cum was suddenly filling his whole mouth, and Terry gagged on the stream of milk that suddenly was rolling down his unprepared throat. He groaned, as his head was yanked forward, until the cock was thrusting deep into his throat.

He gagged again, as the huge pole filled his mouth, now impaled into his mouth, already flooded by a sea of hot salty man milk. Terry coughed, swallowing at the same time, as cum dribbled out from the corners of his mouth, as he tried to keep it all inside. His tongue was flatten down, as the throbbing pole continued to vibrate, to jerk back then shoot forwards, as more of the hot milk came flooding into his mouth.

He moaned, as his hands grabbed the base of the cock tightly, squeezing it as he felt his nose buried into the soft flesh of Jesse’s groin. His legs shot out, and his whole body trembled, as he began to taste the cum, that was like an endless stream.

Slowly he began to get on top of the flood in his mouth, to have less dribble out, as he tightened his hold around the cock shaft. His lips hurt, as he began to pull his head back, sucking on the cock in his mouth. He could taste it all now, feel it in the pit of his stomach, feel it drying across his chin, and over his hand.

Terry felt the final spasm, as it rolled over from Jesse’s pole, into his mouth. He felt it begin, felt it gather strength, as it travelled along the throbbing pole, to his own lips, through his own jaw, and into his whole body. He felt his own reaction, felt his own cock stiffening inside the pants, felt his buttocks clench tighter, as the last of Jesse’s cum dribbled out.

Pulling his head back, he felt the foreskin as the cock head seemed to suddenly shrink. As he sucked, tasting the salty flesh, his own body shook one more time, and then his mouth was off Jesse’s trembling cock. Terry pulled back a bit, as he felt the hard beat of his heart, the heave of his chest, as his eyes blinked, staring at Jesse’s penis.

Terry could hear the harsh gasps from above, and he lifted his head upwards, to stare up at Jesse. He saw his nostrils flaring, saw the sheen of sweat glistening on his chest, as it heaved. He lifted himself up a bit, as his eyes moved further up, to see the face, to see the glazed look gradually leaving Jesse’s eyes.

He pulled himself back, to once more sit up, and as he did, Jesse moved his legs, to have them crossed over in front as well. Jesse just looked at him, his eyes looking indirectly at Terry, but they looked so wide, so frightened, that it made him just look back, a small smile on his face. He didn’t know what to say, or if he should, as he waited for Jesse to say or do something.

Terry wiped his face, with the back of his hand, tasting the dried cum, realizing it had a bit of sweetness to it, as well as the saltiness. It had felt so good, to taste that milk, to feel it nearly overwhelm him. He felt the ache in his own groin, and glanced down at the bulge in his pants. As he did, he could feel Jesse’s eyes following his movement, feel them stare at his bulge.

Glancing up, he couldn’t mistake the hungry look in the guy’s eyes, as he leaned back, spreading his legs apart, and as he did, he saw the way the eyes seemed to just widen even more. He reached down, and pushed his basket, seeing the eyes follow his movement. Without a second thought, he reached up, and undid the button, then unzipped his pants.

With his pants open, he finally lifted his head up, to stare directly into Jesse’s eyes.

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