Making the Team

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (2)

He couldn’t believe how much he meant every word of it. Matt really did want to feel the insides of Bradley, did want to experience how his body would stretch as his monster dick pushed inside. It was hard to not just reach out and pull him up on him, to get his ass over his stiff pole, and then slam him down on it. Yet he wasn’t going to take a risk, as he licked his lips, as he glanced over to the night table, to see if there were any Condoms handy.

Matt heard Bradley giggle, as he leaned over and tweaked one of Matt’s nipples, then moved over him to pull open the drawer, where he reached inside to grab something. As his hand came out, he had a fistful of small packages, as Matt sighed his relief. He really did want to feel Bradley ride his cock.

They just stared at each other, a huge grin on both faces, a fist full of Condoms in Bradley’s hand. He held them over the slightly heaving chest, just above his belly, and every few seconds both would just glance down at the hand, at the huge dick waving in the air. It hadn’t shrunk a single inch, and it looked so powerful, so threatening, that Matt wondered if Bradley was having second thoughts.

Yet each time he looked up into his eyes, he could see the desire. He could feel it too, as Bradley’s legs were on either side of his, pressing against Matt’s thighs. There was no mistaking the tautness of Bradley’s muscles, nor the feel of them quivering, either. It was like his whole body was gearing up, was anticipating it all.

‘That is big’

‘Uh huh’

‘You had many who uh, who didn’t run? I mean shit dude, that’s one huge fucker’

‘One’

‘That all?’

For a second he felt rather slighted, as if Bradley thought he was some whore or something. Yet as he looked up at him, he knew it wasn’t what he meant, just that he was nervous.

‘That all? I don’t let just anyone take a ride, guess I am picky.’

‘I’ve never, I mean that is big’

As he said it, Bradley looked down at Matt’s pole. Matt felt a sort of warm glow inside, as he stared down at his dick, then reached down, and took hold of it with his hand. He felt it throb, felt it shake as he wiggled it a bit, then glanced upwards to see Bradley licking his lips.

‘It’s feeling cold.’

‘Yeah right, looks pretty hot to me.’

‘No, it’s feeling cold, it needs a nice warm hole to crawl into.’

Bradley looked at Matt, his face glowing, a huge smile across his lower face.

‘I think I know a place willing to give it a home, if it’ll fit.’

‘Oh it’ll fit, least as much as you want.’

Matt couldn’t help it, but grin. The way Bradley looked, how softly they were speaking, seemed to make it all seem so normal, yet special. He couldn’t explain it, but he felt relaxed, while feeling excited too. He really never felt like this before. There had been others, but no one that really ever bothered to talk, to touch him, the way Bradley was doing.

His hand was resting on his stomach, near his groin, and the fingers trembled a bit, which Matt could feel. At the same time his own belly seemed to rumble, or the muscles inside did. They seemed to coil, then uncoil, shift as if looking for Bradley’s touch, or moving according to the tremors from the shaking fingers. It was odd, in a good way.

Bradley let the condom packages fall onto Matt’s stomach as he bent forward, as he let his whole body fall onto Matt’s smaller body. He felt the warmth of his body pressing his, felt Bradley’s dick against his thigh, felt his own massive tool flatten between their bodies. His breath rushed out, as Bradley’s face was over his, as his mouth pressed up against his lips.

He was surprised by the kiss, by its force as he once more tasted Bradley. He reached up and wrapped his arms around the other man, drawing him in closer, feeling the wild beat of his heart against his own quivering chest.

‘You don’t have to take it, I mean if you…’

‘I want it inside, I don’t care how big it is, it is you I want to feel.’

Bradley lifted himself up as he spoke, then once more bent forward, giving Matt a quick kiss on the forehead. Then he leaned forward and pulled out a pump bottle, as he slid further down the bed, so that Matt’s cock was sticking up in front of his body.

He reached down for a package, and ripped it open with his teeth, spitting out the torn piece. Bradley looked down at Matt, as he let the bottle rest next to Matt’s hip. His eyes seemed to just sparkle, as Matt stared upwards, feeling the excitement growing, feeling the ache in his body make him tremble a bit.

His eyes followed Bradley’s every move. How he took the thin rubber out of the package, how he pinched the tip of it, then placed it over his cock head. He felt the touch, felt his body shudder at it, then looked up to see the furled brow of Bradley, to see him hesitate.

For a brief moment his heart seemed to stop, as he felt the condom being lifted up, thinking that Bradley had changed his mind. He groaned though when he saw the head disappear, and felt the warm lips circle his cock head, feeling the tongue lick at his slit, gobbling up the glob of precum.

Matt felt his whole body shudder, as Bradley licked at the head of his cock, then lifted his head up. His eyes were glowing as he licked his lips, looking at Matt’s stiff cock. His whole body seemed to shake, as he reached over and fumbled in the night table drawer, pulling out a small pump type bottle.

Grinning, he once more picked up a condom package, and was about to rip it open, when he stared at the hard dick. His mouth seemed like it was salivating, as he looked down at the huge monster dick.

He grabbed the condom package, and ripped it open with his teeth, once again. Then he pulled it out, while his other hand reached and quickly grasped the stiff cock, and gave it a few quick strokes, before he took the condom, pinched the top, and placed it over the huge head. His chest was heaving and Matt could hear him panting a bit, as he felt the hand slowly begin to unroll the thin plastic sheath down his throbbing cock.

Matt lifted up his one hand, and ran it against the upper thigh that was by his hip. He could feel it ripple, feel it tremble to his touch, just as his own body was shaking, while the condom was slowly unrolled down to his groin. He felt the fingers pushing the last bit of plastic down, as there simply wasn’t any left to unravel.

Bradley leaned back to stare at it, to see the glistening sheen from the thin plastic coating, and then he reached for the bottle, that lay against Matt’s side. Putting it next to him, he quickly rubbed his hands together, then pumped some of the liquid from the bottle, again rubbing his hands together.

The touch of his hand over his cock made him moan, as he felt the hand sliding over the head, then closing around his thick pole. He felt each finger as it wrapped around him, as it slowly slid down his pole, coating the thin plastic with the liquid. Matt could feel his toes stiffen, felt the muscles in his legs flex as Bradley slowly stroked his cock.

He licked his lips, and lifted his head up a bit off the bed, to watch as Bradley once more pumped some of the lubricant onto his hand. He could see the liquid glisten a bit, from the room’s light, as it was placed over his cock head. The touch of the hand, its pressure on his cock head, made him tremble. His whole body was aching too, something he wasn’t used to.

The way his buttocks was clenching, unclenching, made his whole crotch twitch, as the hand slowly made its way down his long pole. He felt the liquid coat his pubic hairs, smelled a faint scent of vanilla waft across his nostrils, as he let himself fall back onto the bed. His head bounced a bit, as he bit his lower lip, enjoying the firm touch of Bradley’s hand over his cock.

He groaned as he felt the liquid suddenly on his cock head, and looking up saw Bradley pumping it right onto his penis. He saw it slide down, a small pool on the very top, then watched as Bradley suddenly pumped more onto his hand, then reached behind himself. Matt knew he was adding the lubricant to his own ass.

Bradley was suddenly up and leaning over him, his face looming right above Matt’s. He could see the glazed look in the eyes, the way it looked so intense, so dark, was unreal. The frosted hair tips were dangling down, and Matt felt his hand reach up, to take hold of Bradley just below the armpits.

He felt a hand move back, felt it slide down his hips, then over to take hold of his huge pole. He could feel the fingers taking a firm grip of the cock, as the weight lifted off his body, shuffled a bit, as the bed squeaked.

The sudden pull on his cock, made him moan loudly. He felt the sudden warmth, as his cock was being wedged between Bradley’s two cheeks. His whole body suddenly seemed on fire, on edge. His muscles tightened even more, his own buttocks clenched tightly, as he felt the flesh of Bradley’s cheeks wrap around the blood gorged pole. Slowly it was pushed down, until it gave a small little jerk forward.

Matt heard a muffled moan, as his eyes stared up at Bradley’s scrunched up face. He saw how his face was taut, the cheeks pulled in a bit, the forehead wrinkled with lines, as he wiggled his butt, insuring that the huge cock was at the right spot. His own heart was beating wildly, as he watched the nostrils flare, felt the press against his cock head.

He even could feel the twitch of the tight hole, as it struggled to deny him entry, as more and more of Bradley’s weight pressed down on his cock. He could feel it all, the way the lubricant was being squeezed, at how his whole cock was throbbing, as slowly the weight grew, as the resistance to his pole grew, then seemed to retreat.

‘Oh God’ he heard echo in the small room, just as he felt his cock suddenly jerk forward a bit faster, as he his whole body shook. He was inside, he could feel the velvet lining wrapping around the tip of his head, as his hips pushed up, as the weight continued to press down. His heart seemed to be pounding even faster, as a distant thunder began to echo in his ears, just as the scream seemed to grow distant.

The press of weight stopped, and it was like time had stopped. He could hear the heavy panting breath from above him, but he couldn’t look, his head twisted to one side, as the waves of pleasure were rolling up and down his whole body. He felt the throb of his cock, felt the pounding of his heart, the rush of his blood as it flowed faster and faster. Then the weight once more began to move, a bit slower, but steady, as Bradley lowered his ass down, the huge cock slicing slowly up into his insides.

Matt could feel the muscles inside, feel them struggle to hold him back, then bounce away, as if they were an elastic band stretched to the breaking point. He cried out, as he felt the cock jerk, felt his balls throb and shake. His whole body was experiencing every inch of movement upwards, feeling all that was inside of Bradley.

The legs against his side pushed in hard, the knees digging deep into the side. The bed creaked, as he felt the downward motion stop. It hung there, then with a grunt, it came crushing back downwards. Bradley pushed his entire body down, forcing all of Matt’s huge cock into the warm hole. He felt the cheeks strike his groin, felt the damp flesh as it crushed down onto his own body. It was like a fire had been lit at that spot. The heat was intense, making him break out into a hot sweat, all over.

His whole body was pouring sweat, as he felt the hot cheeks against his freshly shaved groin. He could feel the tiny nerve endings tingle, twitch, as the hard cheeks rested on them. He felt it all, felt his head roll from side to side. Matt could hear his own voice, moaning, as it mingled with Bradley’s own groans of pleasure.

The bed shook, as Bradley began to lift up, but only for a brief moment, before once more falling down, to drive the huge cock as deep as possible inside of him. Matt could hear the squishing sound, the slap of hot sticky flesh against flesh. He felt each thrust, felt his own body begin to pull back, as Bradley lifted himself up, then automatically arch upwards, to meet Bradley’s downward thrust.

The bed shook, louder and louder, and his own voice grew more intense, more vocal, as he felt the muscles inside of Bradley’s rectum struggle to hold onto his pole, as it drove up and then out. Each time, they tried to hold onto the slippery pole, failing, as it was like a huge piston. It just kept pumping and driving upwards.

He had no idea how many times his body arched up, how many times it came crashing down into the bed. The sounds were all mixed together, one cry still echoing as another roared out from between his dry cracking lips. His chest heaved, hurt from the lack of air, as he struggled to keep each wave of pleasure separate. Matt felt his whole body tingling, felt the heat with each bang of Bradley’s cheeks into his groin.

The pain in his balls grew, and he knew it was getting close. He had no idea how long it had been, since he first felt himself penetrate Bradley. The room seemed like it was spinning, his eyes were fluttering, his mind was growing dim, becoming clouded by a dull fog, as he cried out, as his balls seemed to be swelling, as if exploding from the cum inside.

‘I am cumming, oh God I can’t hold it’ he screamed, as his body bucked, as his legs twitched and his toes curled. The weight on his groin was suddenly gone, as his whole body shook, then he felt his body arch upwards, felt the warmth around his cock, not sure what it was. His eyes were shut tight, as he heard a gasp, then a sort of gagging sound, as he arched upwards, driving his cock up further into the wet warmth that surrounded the upper part of his cock.

Strange lights flashed against the backdrop of his eyelids, as he felt his heart racing, felt his chest heave, as his body seemed to just shudder like he was at the centre of an earthquake. Everything seemed to just vibrate, growing in intensity, as he felt the warmth around his cock grow, felt the sudden ache tearing through his whole body.

Once more he felt himself lifting up, felt his body reaching for the heavens, as his body grew hotter, as sweat poured from every pore, like a dam had burst. He felt the lights blinding his eyes, making him shut the lids even tighter, as his head tossed from side to side faster. His hands were clenched, grabbing at the padded sheet underneath, until his fingers were throbbing from the pain. His toes were curled so tightly he was sure he had broken a few of them, as his legs bucked, as his whole body was massive collection of competing jolts of pure pleasure.

The pain in his balls began to subside, the odd jerk, the odd twitch, taking over from the massive quakes. His body ached, as he heard the hard gasping sounds from near his stomach. The flashing lights of dots and streaking lines of color were gone, as his eyes slowly opened. He could hear the panting now, the long gasps, as he also felt the stickiness on his belly, around his shaved pubic region. He felt himself shake once more, then as he opened his eyes, he saw the spent body next to him. The hair was all matted, and there was a semi transparent coating around the chin and lips.

Bradley’s hot breath continued to blow across his burning flesh. He could feel it, smell it too, which made him moan, as his body slowly began to calm down. He didn’t think he could feel his legs anymore, as he struggled to move, to lift his head up, but he couldn’t. Matt felt totally drained, totally exhausted, as he just lay there.

Eventually the room fell silent, as Matt finally managed to lift his head up. He felt chilled, as the room’s air cooled his body, and the smell of men seemed to just fill his nostrils with its aroma. He felt a small hitch in his heart, as he pushed himself upright, to see Bradley rolling over onto his back. His chest was still heaving a bit, but his breathing was more normal, just as his was.

Slowly he watched Bradley lift himself up, to lean on a rather wobbly arm. He looked at Matt, a strange glint in his eyes.

‘I took it all, damn, I never felt like this.’

‘Me neither.’

Bradley just leaned forward, and let his head fall on Matt’s breast. He was looking up at him, as he just laid there, his exhaustion, his pleasure showing in his face. Matt let himself fall back, as well. His hand rested lightly on Bradley’s head, the fingers playing with the very wet strands of hair, idly twisting them around, then letting go.

The sudden press on his shoulders, the squeeze brought him back to the moment. He had been so absorbed by making the time, by thinking of last night, he didn’t realize that he had made it to Bradley. He grinned back at the man, who seemed like he would burst with joy. He had an insane urge to grab Bradley, to hug him and lift him up, though he doubted if he could.

‘I told you, I knew you’d make the time up’

‘Yeah and I still have all my hair too’

Bradley laughed at him, and in a carefree moment, he reached out and tussled Matt’s hair. His touch made his cock jerk inside of his trousers. He felt a quiver in his heart, as he smiled back at Bradley.

‘I can fix that problem.’

‘True, but maybe first, you’d like to solve my other problem?’

‘Oh? I don’t know, it still hurts to walk, not sure I can fix that other problem, so soon.’

‘Practice makes perfect, so they say.’

‘I am beginning to think I might enjoy practice more, but first, we celebrate.’

‘I thought that was celebrating?’

‘Oh it is, but it is more like the cherry on top of the sundae, the perfect ending to a celebration.’

‘Nice save, but you sure? I wouldn’t want to see you having to crawl to classes.’

‘Bitch’

‘Me? A little, at times, so, what did you have in mind?’

Bradley took a step back, staring at Matt. It felt good to have him looking at him, as he moved his jacket away from his front. He saw how the eyes lit up, as they immediately noticed the rather obvious lump that showed to one side. It was rather pleasing to see Bradley looking at him, knowing too, what was going through his mind.

‘You know, I was thinking.’

‘Yeah?’

‘Uh huh, I do that on occasion.’

‘I see, and what were you thinking?’

‘Well, I was thinking of ways to cut down on some of your body drag in the water.’

‘Yeah? Come up with anything?’

‘Yep, got me a really good idea.’

‘Care to share it?’

‘Figure we could tie your dick to the inside of your leg, to cut down on the drag, and hell, we’d maybe shave several seconds off your time.’

‘Fuck you.’

‘Oh I so do hope so, I sure do.’

Matt couldn’t help but laugh, as they walked away from the pool. He really didn’t care what they did to celebrate, as long as it ended with them being together later. He felt the ache inside, wondering what it would be like, to feel Bradley inside of him?

Caught

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (1)

Terry looked around, and just listened. The sounds of the birds chirping, the water rushing over some rocks and flowing downstream were all he heard, as he stood there, just listening. There hadn’t been any cars in the lot, and glancing up, he could see the sun shining through the tree tops. It really was a perfect spot, as he laid out the blanket, and his small bag, then he took out the new video camera he had bought.

Holding it in his hand, he looked around and then noticed the worn stump, near his blanket. It would be perfect, he thought as he turned the camera on and started to film the surrounding bush. He kind of liked the rustic look, and felt a bit foolish for being here, but then, it was better than being back at the dorm room.

At least here he would have some privacy, and not have people barging in, asking for his room mate or wanting to know if he was going to the cafeteria or to the student union building. He hated all those interruptions, but then it was college life. At first he had rather enjoyed it, but now he was feeling a bit put off by the total lack of privacy.

Like how was a guy supposed to jerk off, when it was like Grand Central Station in his dorm room? Not that he wouldn’t mind showing off for some of the others, though he rather doubted any of them would appreciate it. Certainly Damian wouldn’t, which was a shame. He rather liked how he looked, and he was always in a state of undress too. Come to think of it, he couldn’t really picture ever seeing him in the dorm area when he wasn’t walking around shirtless, or in his underwear. Course, unless he was just coming in or leaving that is, but damn it was hard to see him strut around, half naked all the time.

After all, the guy was hot, and he was one of those who knew it too. The way he would toss his curly blond hair, when he would look at you. How his deep blue eyes would always be sparkling, were hard to ignore. They were so piercing at times, as if he could read your mind, though he doubted Damian would want to read his mind.

Shit, every time he saw him, he got a boner, and yet it was like he didn’t exist, other than as a message centre for his room mate. About the only time Damian ever spoke to him, was when he was looking for Craig, and then it was always like he couldn’t wait to get away from him. At first he didn’t let it bother him, but it was bugging him lately, mainly because he didn’t think he was a geek or some ugly frog.

Hell, couple of times that he had ventured out into the dating scene, he had found he was considered a bit of a catch. Okay, maybe not by the Damian’s of the world, but he wasn’t fat, didn’t smoke, had clear skin, and he was no dead lay. So he didn’t have the rippling muscles, or python type biceps, he wasn’t some 98 pound weakling either. Nor was he what they called gangly, he could catch a football, baseball, and not throw it back like some girl either.

So he wasn’t on any sports team, nor was Damian, so how come he was the pariah for guys like Damian? Sure, he was always out dating some girl, but it wasn’t like Terry walked around with a sign saying ‘Queer Boy’ or anything. Far as he knew, no one in the dorm knew he was, which is why he had come out here, to this little grove of trees. He just couldn’t keep going to some bathroom to whack off, to play with himself.

Besides he was tired of having to rush it. He wanted to enjoy a nice good old fashioned jerk off, without worrying about someone walking in, or someone banging on the stall door telling him to hurry it up. He just wanted to stretch out, think of guys, and let nature take its course.

The video camera was a last second thought. He figured if he could video tape his fun, well, it might be of some comfort back at the dorm, specially on the weekends when everyone was off looking to get lucky, leaving him at the dorm. It was about the only time when he felt safe enough to jerk off in his room, when locking it wouldn’t seem unusual.

That was the other thing about dorm life that had him feeling down. Seemed that if you locked your dorm room during the week, everyone seemed to assume you were jerking off. No one seemed to think it was just a way to avoid interruption, like for studying. Then too, it seemed most in the dorm weren’t all that interested in that aspect of college life, least not how he was.

Sure, he was maybe a bit of a bookworm, but hell, it had cost his parents a bundle to send him here, and he was taught the value of money. So yeah he took studying seriously, to get his work done, and not scribble something at the last minute. Craig was one of those, always Sunday night working late, trying to finish a week’s worth of work in a single night.

He put the camera down, and leaned down on one knee to stare at the screen, to adjust the focus, to make sure it would capture him on the blanket. It looked good, so he turned on the timer, and got down in front of it, on the blanket. Taking one last look around, he waited until he heard the little click, then the sound of the camera recording.

Slowly he undid his pants, and let them flop open to reveal his underwear. He ran his hand down his front, then up over his stomach, lifting up his shirt with his hand, to show off his belly. It wasn’t rippling, but it was firm, and he liked the touch of his hand over it. He’d have preferred Damian’s hand or anyone else’s, but his would do.

He let his hand move down under his white shorts, to touch his semi hard dick, pushing it out, showing the growing bulge of his pole to the camera, then he let his imagination start to take hold. He began by recalling all the guys in his dorm, the way so many would walk around in just a towel, a few without even that.

Terry wished that Damian would drop his just once, when he could see if he was right that Damian was uncut. It was part of his guessing game, to try and guess who was circumcised and who wasn’t. Foreskin was something he liked, being uncut himself. He liked how it would cover his cock head, until he made himself get fully aroused.

The way the skin would gradually tighten over his dick, how it would make it seem to thicken, to grow, was a bit of a thrill. He rather wished he knew about Damian, as it would make his fantasy perfect.

Opening his eyes, he stared out at the camera, then at how his hand was holding his cock. Terry pulled his dick out, and looked down at it. He saw how the veins were stretched, how the foreskin was still covering most of his cock head. Licking his lips, he raised his hand up, and spit on it, as he reached back down to coat his dick with his saliva. He felt a bit of a tremor inside, as he wonder what it would be like to do that with Damian, assuming he had an uncut dick.

For the life of him, he didn’t quite understand what it was about Damian that had him so obsessed with the guy. Wasn’t like he really noticed him, or paid him much attention. Certainly wasn’t like they were anything more than passing acquaintances or anything, yet he couldn’t help but keep thinking of what it would be like to do him, to touch him.

Hell, to kiss those thin lips, to wrap his around his well formed body was something he would love to do. Yet why? Okay so Damian was the type he liked, and so he had the build, the looks, it wasn’t like he was the only candidate for his desire? There were others, equally good looking, so why Damian?

Didn’t make sense, but as he thought about it, he could feel his cock stirring even more. Whatever Damian had, it was something Terry wanted to experience, to be a part of. Like to be able to hold him, to kiss him, to let his hand run down his rippling muscles, to maybe let a finger trace the outline of his pec, of his nipples. Maybe to even nip them a bit, sort of a tease, then to suck hard on them, would be something he was certain Damian would enjoy.

He could see it now, see how his hands would clench his shoulders, while he nibbled at the jutting out nipple, at how they would dig hard into his flesh as he sucked on each one, licking the tip of the nipple, feeling the muscles quiver as he did. Opening his eyes, he reached up and pushed his shorts down, and this time reached for his bottle of lube.

Terry flipped the cap open, then slowly poured the silicone gel over his hard dick, bringing the bottle up so it would drip down, like a waterfall or stream. Flipping the top closed with one hand, he reached back down to grip the hard pole, and gently he worked the lubricant all over his throbbing pole. He felt his body shudder, as he moved his closed hand over his cock head, feeling the foreskin tighten a bit more.

Yeah, Damian would quiver to his touch, how he would lick at his nipples, then how he would let his tongue drag down the centre of his chest, making the muscles shiver. It would be an amazing feeling, of that he was certain. How the rippling muscles would be quivering, as he let his tongue lick ever so lightly over the skin. Just enough so he’d notice it, feel it, but not enough to push back the skin, least not until he reached his belly.

Then he’d lick around the belly button, rolling his tongue a bit, to dig inside the belly button, then he’d do a quick hard drag of his tongue back upwards, then down again. He’d make Damian tremble that way, make him beg him to go down on him, or at least have his hands pushing his head down further, past the belly.

What a rush it would be, to let his mouth move down, to lick at his pubic hairs, those tiny little blond strands that always were sticking up from the towel. Man how he would make them stand, as he would work the soft skin between the thighs and the groin. His tongue knew how to please, how to just lightly lick at the soft moist flesh there.

Terry knew that he’d have Damian trembling, his legs quivering, as he would ignore the stiff dick. It would be stiff too, he was certain of that. After all, he knew how to get a guy hard, without even touching their dick. It was in the touch, the way he would use his mouth across his body, that would get him hard.

With his eyes shut tight, he could almost see him standing there, see his perfect body trembling as he would run his hands along his thighs, as they would gently pass over the small nearly invisible blond hairs. How his muscles would stiffen, as his warm hand would move lightly over them, making them tremble. Terry was good at that, he knew it, just as he knew how to please himself too. Still, the idea of doing Damian was becoming obsessive, to the point where he was out here, stroking his own dick, so as to not get caught.

It was becoming more difficult too, he thought, as the image of Damian, of his curly shaggy looking blond hair passed before his eyes. The way his nose was just slightly hooked at the tip, how the nostrils sometimes flared. Gawd, it was impossible to hold himself back, as he felt his hand quicken its pace, but he fought it, slowing it down, not wanting to end it just yet.

Hell, he had driven out of town, just for this spot, he wanted to enjoy his fantasy more, as his hand moved much slower, as the ache in his balls eased just enough. The twitching in his butt made him groan, as he stretched his legs out now, leaning back on the blanket. Terry could feel the rough ground beneath, but he didn’t care as he tried to focus on the images he had of Damian.

How he would move, and how he enjoyed watching his firm butt cheeks sway under that towel he was always wearing. Why the fuck couldn’t it fall, just once? Everyone else had their towels fall, now and then, but not Damian. It was like it was sewn to his body, which was damn frustrating.

Just a glimpse of his naked butt, would be enough to make his wanking ideal. Course he would prefer that Damian would be facing him, if his towel ever did slip, but Terry didn’t think he’d ever be that lucky. The way his body swayed as he walked, that sort of swagger, was enough to get Terry instantly hard. And he could tell that at times Damian wasn’t exactly soft.

Course the thick terry towel hid any details, which only made him more frustrated. Still, he knew it was above average, of that he was certain. Now if it was uncut, well he’d be in hog heaven.

Thinking of that, he fumbled for his bad, and pulled out his other little toy, a nice blue dildo . He kept that hidden well in his dorm room, but now he felt like he needed it. Without even opening his eyes, he managed to find his lube bottle, and get it opened, and pour some over the thick dildo. Still stroking his own hard on, he brought the dildo up to his upraised rectum, hoping his video camera was catching it all.

He smiled as he felt the tip of the dildo between his cheeks, as he moved it along the valley between, until the moist tip was wedged up to his hole. This was the part he rather enjoyed, the idea of trying to push it in, without letting the rest of his mind know. Sort of like how it really was, when you got fucked, to not know exactly the moment that the penetration was to happen.

Terry could see himself laying on his back, his legs up in the air, with Damian’s face looming over him. How it would feel to be staring up into those blue eyes, to see his hair dangling down, to see his nostrils flare, as he would wedge his dick between Terry’s upraised ass.

The idea made him catch his breath a little, as the fantasy played in front of his closed eyes. The way he would stare up, the way Damian would look down, the feel of his big dick wedged up to his hole, just like he had the dildo right now. He liked the blue one, it was what he thought Damian’s dick would be like, in size.

The press of the hard rubber up against his hole made him wince a bit, as he spread his legs a bit wider. Thinking of Damian, he knew he wouldn’t just ram it in, he would make him sweat a bit, make it slowly press up against his hole, until he was moaning, just like he was doing now. His voice would be soft, asking him if he realy wanted it, and he would be yelling ‘yes, god yes’ and Damian would just push a bit more, but not all the way, as he’d make him twist a bit, make him squirm.

Just like he was doing, he thought, as he gripped the end of the dildo, just like it felt as the tapered end pushed a bit more, as his legs trembled, then he knew Damian would pick the right moment. He would see it, see how Terry would be wanting him, would be moaning, and then he’d pull back just a bit, then he would push, with his hips.

His cock would split him quick, the first part of his cock head would fill the tiny hole, then wait a bit, as his cries would echo, then Damian would push a bit more, as the cock head would stretch him every so slowly, until he would feel tears welling up at the corner’s of his eyes.

Terry would have his head twisting and turning, biting his lip, as he felt the fullness of the cock head inside, the pain rolling unimpeded up and down his whole body. His legs would shudder, his chest would be heaving as he tried to breath, to let his body stretch, and then, just at the right moment, Damian would push inwards in one single motion.

His cock would drive past his tiny hole, making him cry out, as the head slid past and inside. It wouldn’t stop either, it would keep on going, until the whole throbbing pole was buried deep inside of him. Terry knew he would be moaning constantly, that he would be thrashing a bit, as he took the big cock, as he would feel the hard press of Damian’s crotch into his own buttocks.

The cock would go in deep, his whole insides would be forced to stretch wide, to accommodate what had to be a thick dick. His voice would grow weaker, as he would let the sensations roll through him, touching him where no one else ever had. He would feel his hands banging on the bed, or whatever he was resting on, as Damian’s body would grind hard into him.

Terry could feel Damian’s hot breath across his face, would find himself looking up into the deep blue eyes as they would come closer to him, and he would lift his head up, to meet Damian’s face. They would kiss hungrily, tasting each other quickly, as the cock would bury itself deeper into Terry’s willing body. How fucking full it would feel, how much the penetration would still be rolling inside of him, as he would clench his cheeks, holding every muscle inside tightly around the throbbing dick.

Damian would be panting, even groaning a bit, as he would begin to pull back, to slowly start the process all over again, and how he would twist his hips, so as to make the cock inside twist and turn. Terry would feel every inch of it being pulled back, then just when he would feel like it was about to be taken fully out, Damian would suddenly ram it in, driving it in faster and harder than anything.

It would feel like suddenly Damian had turned into a piston, the way he would drive his dick in and out, and then just when he would think he couldn’t take anymore, he would slow it down, making it agonizingly noticeable. How it would slide slowly back, until just the head was wedged inside, then it would push back in, slowly driving past his already stretched muscles. How they would tremble, as the dick would push past them effortlessly, how his whole body would be a mass of quivers.

Then once again the hard piston would take over, and he would feel his sweat dripping off him, to run down his own trembling body. How little rivers of sweat would roll down his heaving chest, rolling stomach, mingling with his own sweat. How his chest would ache, his balls would be so painful, that each time he felt Damian dig into him, they would shake, wanting to let go, to release their own precious liquid. How his own cock would be pressed up into his stomach, as Damian came down onto him.

His legs would become numb, as the weight of the guy would crush them down onto him, how his whole body weight would seem to just hang there, and then suddenly he’d be free, as the body lifted up, readying for one more giant rush in.

Terry felt it, as if Damian was really there, knowing that if he was, he would be ready to deliver the final blow, that final hard driving thrust, that would make it all come together. He could feel it, as it pushed deep into him, knowing it was his own hand pushing the dildo into his hole, believing it was Damian’s big powerful dick.

His hand left the dildo wedged hard into his rectum, reaching for his own throbbing pole, as he bit down on his lips, moaning now as his hand flew up and down his shaft, burning, as the ache in his balls grew to where he couldn’t stop it. His hand was a blur, as he twisted a little on the blanket, feeling the fullness inside, believing it was Damian, as his body suddenly tensed up.

The muscles in his legs tightened, and felt like steel bands, as his toes arced a bit inside his runners, as the muscles in his arm began to bulge and tighten. He felt his chest ache, felt his breath becoming more shallow, more desperate as he felt his balls sling upwards, then fall down. His body arched up, as he felt it rolling up from his balls, feeling the power of his milk filling his tube, filling his cock.

The hot burning flesh of his dick made his hand move faster, as his eyes were shut tight. The idea of it being Damian’s dick inside was too much, as he cried out, as the cock in his hand suddenly swelled, then reared back and finally shot forward. He felt it, felt the hot jizz come flooding out, shooting off into the air.

He cried out, as more of his cum poured out, as his whole body seemed to be in the midst of a violent convulsion. The legs quivered, the arms shook, and even his teeth seemed to be chattering, as he shot his second and third load of cum. He could feel some of it across his thigh, then on his belly, as his hand clenched his dick tightly.

Then it was all over, as he lay there feeling totally drained. His body continued to shake though, as he felt the dildo slowly slide out from between his cheeks. He felt the emptiness inside, as he gasped for air, as his chest continued to heave. If only it had been Damian, he thought, maybe he would have lasted longer, maybe he would still want to keep on taking him, to have him fill his insides with his dick.

As he slowly managed to calm down, he wondered how much the camera had captured, how much it had missed. It would be fun to watch, to relive this moment, as he let his eyes slowly open. The sun was still up there, shining, and the birds were still chirping, as he slowly sat up, thinking of reaching out for the camera, to replay the recording.

The eyes slowly focused, as his hand lifted up off his now limp dick, covered in his cum. It felt a bit chilly, as if there were clouds overhead, but as he looked up, to reach for the camera he realized he wasn’t alone. His video camera was not on the tree stump, as he swallowed hard, seeing the legs just behind the stump.

Lifting his eyes up, he stared at the young man holding his video camera. It was still aimed at him, as he felt suddenly terrified. His hands were already reaching for his clothes, to pull them up, to cover himself, when he heard the camera still running. His eyes moved up the towering shape of the body, to stare at the face that now peered down at him.

The guy holding his camera turned it off, and lowered it, standing there staring, at his crotch. Terry’s hand trembled, as he felt the eyes boring down on him, his video camera now lowered, resting at the young man’s side.

‘Who is Damian?’