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.

On The Run

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (4)

It was awkward for him, to keep the blanket wrapped around him, as he struggled with the old stove. It seemed to be taking forever for the burners to fire up, but eventually he had two of them working. The old cast iron pans needed cleaning, which he quickly did. He could feel Bobby Rae watching his every move, as if ready for any tricks.

Funny thing was, he wasn’t interested in that right now. The pain in his gut was from being hungry, as he let the two pans heat up on the stove top. There was some packaged hamburger patties, and even a pack of bacon. It would be a feast, least for the moment, as he felt himself relaxing a bit. Worries about his situation more or less, pushed aside for the moment.

The aroma of the sizzling bacon, the grilling hamburger was all he could concentrate on, but as they cooked, he started to glance over his shoulder a bit. Bobby Rae looked so calm, so relaxed in the big chair, it made TJ wonder a bit. To begin with, what the fuck was he going to do to him? Was this going to be his last meal, or did the Deputy have something else in store for him?

None of it really made much sense. To begin with, being fucked by him was mind blowing. Who would of thought the creep had such a big dick, or how to use it. Not like he came across as having much of a brain, yet he sure seemed to know how to ram that monster dick of his.

TJ was no virgin, had a fair amount of big dicks too, and rarely had he enjoyed the experience. Least not the anal part, but damn it, the way Bobby Rae had rammed him, was rather pleasurable. Maybe if he hadn’t been afraid so much it might have been different. It might not have been so intoxicating, or it could have been even better. That thought made him shiver a bit, which seemed to have gotten Bobby Rae’s attention.

He could feel his eyes glaring at him, but it didn’t feel chilling, least not like how it used to feel. It was more, well, sort of like Bobby Rae had some feelings, or was trying to. It was just odd, but as he stood there, the blanket wrapped around his waist, he couldn’t help but feel that Bobby Rae was checking out his ass. Odd, but he rather liked the notion.

As the grease spluttered and the food cooked, TJ tried to make some comparisons, to figure out why he was still feeling rather aroused by what had happened. No doubt being caught was not part of his plans, but it had turned out to be a lot different than he had imagined.

While he was more than likely in for some rough treatment, so far he had to admit, it hadn’t been what he had expected. The whipping hadn’t made much of an impression, but damn it, that butt fucking sure had. It had been rough, hard, but it had nearly made him shoot his own load. No other person had made him feel that way, not while taking a dick in his butt.

Hell most times, he usually got a bit soft, but not this time. His cock had been as hard as he could remember it ever being, and worse, from some supposed straight red neck. Now that had to be one for the record books, certainly was for him.

There had been a few straight guys that he had managed to do, but that usually was either sucking them off, or giving them a hand job. As he turned the bacon and burgers over, he remembered the Limey that had passed through last summer. They guy was just nineteen, and was on the survey crew from the power company. Why they had some Brits over doing the job was never clear, didn’t sit well with the locals either, but geez, that guy was cute, and well, hung.

He had watched him out on the old county road, the way he stood there in the hot sun, with that damn stick. How hot he had looked with his shirt off, and the way his bum fit those pants. Mind you, when he turned around, the size of his basket scared the crap out of him, but TJ had figured it was hard. Man was that ever a wrong thing to think of, because, as he found out later, it hadn’t been hard.

That was about the closest he had ever come to a huge cock, that could equal anything he had felt when Bobby Rae had taken him earlier. Man, to think that Bobby Rae was bigger than the Limey¹ guy, was scary stuff. Yet in a way he felt rather proud, because he had taken it, and not wussed out either.

The guy’s name had been Matt, and he had the cutest accent, that when he talked just made TJ want to whip it out then and there. If he remembered right, he had struck up a conversation, figuring the guy was horny, but he quickly found out he was straight. That had been a real downer, until he saw him check out his basket. TJ knew that look, knew that the guy was curious, and more importantly was doable.

Meeting later on, for drinks, had been a good plan, specially considering how hot it was that day, and how dusty too. TJ got a smile, as he could see the guy’s brown eyes twinkling the moment TJ had suggested they meet out at his place after for some cold beer. The way they seemed to sort of widen, and glance at his basket, was enough for TJ to know he had a live one on the line.

It hadn’t taken long either, once Matt had downed one beer, before they were talking about sex. Took TJ a bit to understand though, as Matt had some different words. Like a wank, instead of a jack off, and stuff like that. It had led to some laughter, which really had made TJ want Matt. How his face would crinkle up when he laughed, how his whole body seemed to shake as the peals of his joy rang out. Come to think of it, he had a rather sexy sounding voice.

That was when he found out just how wrong he had been earlier in the day. When finally Matt had simply suggested they have a ‘bit of a wank’. It had sounded funny, making TJ laugh, but when he popped that button, and unzipped the dirty jeans, well, that was when he really wondered about the guy.

Thinking about it, he remembered how he couldn’t take his eyes off of Matt. The way his shorts seemed so full, as if the guy had a huge wrench or something wedged in with his dick. But nope, it was his dick, and when he shoved his shorts down, and that monster plopped out, the foreskin dangling over the head, TJ felt his whole body quiver.

His eyes must have shown how surprised he was because Matt began to simply laugh. It was like he couldn’t stop either, the way he sort of giggled, with that lovely accented voice. Fuck, it was a major turn on, and he had made some comment, that stopped the laughter instantly. Come to think of it, he had said something about he’d never had anything that big in his mouth or up his ass before.

That was it, because Matt grew very silent then. Then he told TJ how he never had done anything like that, as he was into Birds. At first TJ had wondered about that, until he saw the grin on Matt’s face, who explained he meant women. Talk about a language barrier, and both spoke English only. Go figure he thought, as he flipped the burgers, not wanting to burn the meat.

As he sighed, he could still feel Bobby Rae staring at him, and he wondered what that would mean for him? Was the guy thinking about how he had taken his huge dick, or how he would get rid of him. Come to think of it, he now had something to use, to bargain with, but it was risky. If Bobby Rae was going to take him in, by trying to use what happened could turn him into thinking of offing him, on the other hand, if he already was contemplating that, well, then he had nothing to lose.

Life sure as hell wasn’t easy, as he stirred the pot with the beans. Least with Matt it had been very simple, very straightforward, in a strange way. Matt was horny, from all the work, and he was curious. As he put it, no bird could really satisfy him fully, they all were frightened off by his big wanker.

Thinking about it now, he didn’t know why he had said he was no fish, that a cock like that was easy to take, as long as Matt didn’t try to rush it. Somehow it had become the topic of the moment, discussing having sex, as if they were long time friends and fuck buddies. Matt certainly looked interested, though he was pretty adamant that he wouldn’t let TJ bum hole him. Man just listening to him had given TJ a huge hard on, and he could see that the big wanker was a bit interested too.

The foreskin still drooped over the head, but he could see a bit of it showing, more than when Matt first brought it out, and as he stared at it, he could feel Matt looking at him. Same feeling he was sort of getting from Bobby Rae, right now. Odd, maybe there was going to be a tomorrow for him?

As the meat sizzled, the beans simmered, he realized that it had been Matt who had made the first real move. How he had watched TJ staring at his dick, how it was making him feel. Odd for a straight guy to notice, but he had. When he looked up, he could see the glazed over look, the one he loved to see on those who he was having sex with.

Matt merely reached down and pulled his dick up, kicking off his pants and underwear. His socks were still on, as he spread his legs apart, leaned back in TJ’s one and only armchair, and with a huge grin, he simply pointed the huge cock at TJ.

‘Show me if a guy can handle it’ was all he said, was all the encouragement TJ needed as he just grinned, stood up and dropped his own pants. Hell, he figured if he was going to suck on that pole, he would want to be stroking his own. It was the right move too, as he noticed how the cock jerked a bit in Matt’s hand, and at how the eyes seemed to sparkle a bit more.

Tossing his shirt off, and standing in front of Matt, totally nude, he saw the effect it was having. More of that pink cock head was showing, as Matt had slowly began to stroke the long thick shaft. God, what a monster it was, as the foreskin was pulled back, then forward.

Moving over he stood right in front of Matt, looking down at him, and at his sausage. How huge it looked, as he reached over and down, to pull out the bottle of lubricant he kept there, along with his glass bowl of Condoms . Putting them to the side, he grinned then lowered himself down onto his own knees. TJ’s own cock was already fully aroused, but Matt’s still need some attention. Amazing to think of that thing still needing to grow. Glancing up and smiling, he saw the grin widen, and watched Matt wiggle himself backwards, getting more comfortable in the chair. He took a quick look at the bowl of Condoms , and lubricant , then smiled as he pushed his cock forward, sort of like handing it off.

Licking his lips and looking back down at it, TJ felt his own heart skip a few beats. Bit of sweat was already forming on his forehead, as his hand reached out to touch the cock. The heat felt like it would burn his fingers off, or at least leave them as crispy stumps.

Slowly TJ wrapped his one hand over the cock shaft, just below the cock head. He felt the skin shiver, felt the throb of the pole as Matt’s blood rushed through the various veins around it. Then as his fingers made a fist around the huge pole, he slowly pulled backwards, towards Matt’s groin.

The cock head was showing, and TJ lowered his head to meet the huge head, while the hand held it steady. How big it looked, as he slowly lowered his face to it, then let himself move forwards, so that his lips would meet the head. As they touched, he felt the first shock run up and down his spine. How good it felt was unreal, as his eyes glanced upwards, to see Matt’s brown eyes flutter.

TJ felt himself shutter as that vision flashed in front of him. His eyes watered a bit too, as he tried to remember just how good it had felt when he had let his lips part, to let that cock head past. How salty it tasted, yet also sweet. The drop of pre cum had surprised him, as it seemed like Matt was really into it. Naturally it only made him want to experience more, as he let his mouth widen.

‘You waiting on a particular shade of black for the food, or what?’

The harsh voice startled him, and made him actually step forward a bit, before he got control over himself.

‘Huh? Uh, no, no it’s ready, just about to dish it up.’

‘Bout bloody time, I haven’t had anything hot since I got up here, you took your damn sweet time in getting here too.’

‘Yeah well, If I had known you’d be waiting, I’d have hurried along.’

He was at the point of just not caring, as he listened to his retort. Hell with Bobby Rae and his crap, besides, he really didn’t think he’d be hauling him back to Sheriff Roy anytime soon. Not until he was certain that TJ didn’t or couldn’t say shit about what had happened earlier. More he thought about, more he felt like he was about to have the last meal on earth.

‘Don’t smart mouth me boy. Just serve the food. Put mine on the table there, then back off. No funny stuff.’

‘Like I am gonna take off wearing just a blanket?’

‘Well, you just might, hell maybe some critter will take pity on you, now just you back off. You eat yours over there, where I can keep an eye on you.’

Placing the food down, he noticed the big hunting knife in Bobby Rae’s hand, and knew that while the shotgun wasn’t to be seen, he’d have a hell of a time wrestling that little pig sticker away from the guy, even if he wanted to try. One thing TJ prided himself on, was not rushing into things, well most things.

Hot footing it away had been silly. No one had spotted him until he made the stupid dash, when maybe if he’d have just stayed low, kept himself hidden, no one would be out looking for him now. Hell, he might be safe back at his own place now, jacking off to memories of Matt.

Munching on a piece of bacon, he couldn’t help but smile to himself, thinking of how Matt had tasted, how that huge cock had bucked in his mouth, as his tongue had run down the underside, and then around the bared cock head. God it had tasted so good, the scent of a working man all over it, and then to feel it throb between his cheeks. That had been amazing, just as listening to the hard breathing that came from the young man seated in his chair.

He had managed a few quick looks, to see how his chest heaved, how the nipples were so full and firm. The way he had ran his hands up and down his stomach, while TJ had sucked on his cock. It really was making him horny, and he knew from how thick the cock became, choking him even. The way it just seemed to keep on growing, until he felt like his jaw would pop off its hinges.

The way he had sucked on it, licking at the underside, while his hand ran across the top, pushing it against the side of his face. Feeling his own saliva as he licked at the underside, at the spot just where the shaft met the sac. How pungent the aroma was, how much it made his own cock stiffen.

TJ was glad he had met Matt, as he tried to slowly eat the hamburger he had cooked. He knew that gorging himself would only give him discomfort later, as he tried to chew the food, not swallow it whole. Just as he tried to slowly feed himself Matt’s unbelievably huge cock.

How it had taken several tries, before he finally made his throat relax enough, so that the whole cock was deep down inside. How the pain from his opened jaw was ignored so that he could actually move his head back and forth over the hard pole, sucking on it while his hands fondled Matt’s balls.

It all flashed before him, as he slowly ate the food. How the tiny beads of sweat formed on Matt’s forehead, while TJ sucked on that lovely uncut cock. How the foreskin tighten so much, that he could see the veins sticking up and throbbing as the blood rushed through. Man it was a vision, that at that moment he wouldn’t have traded for anything, and then it only got better.

How Matt suddenly opened his brown eyes, stared down at him. Then how he let his hands move down, and how the fingers played with TJ’s hair, twisting it and pulling on several strands, then once more just sort of brushing it backwards. How his eyes seemed to sparkle, until finally he asked if TJ wanted to try taking it up the arse. There was though foreign words, but he couldn’t refuse the guy.

Heck, he had been wondering if he could take it, just as Matt asked him if he wanted to. Talk about like minds thinking alike, and naturally he hadn’t refused. How could he? To feel that thing slice into him, spread his legs wide as it drove into him? No way could he ever look in the mirror and call himself a real queer without at least trying.

Wasn’t a lot of romance in it, but he wasn’t into all that hugging, kissing crap. He wanted to feel a piece of meat digging into his ass, and Matt had the ideal piece. Least until Bobby Rae gave him a ride. God, how big was the deputy? It sure as hell felt a lot bigger than Matt’s 11.5 inch whopper.

Mind you Matt also knew how to work it in, not just ram it, like the Deputy had. The Brit had stretched the condom over his dick, very slowly and for a few seconds, TJ wasn’t sure the condom would cover it all, but Matt made it roll down all the way.

Then he simply got up and gave it a few strokes, as he had TJ stand up and turn around, so his backside was towards him. Then carefully he stepped up, gradually pushing TJ’s legs apart, until he was satisfied. It was as if he knew exactly how to do it, as he brought the head up from below, to slide it upwards, rather than the standard downwards way.

Working it up, he found TJ’s hole, and slowly wedged the head up into the tiny hole. Then with his hands he began to slowly massage the two butt cheeks, squeezing them and pulling and patting them. He felt himself relaxing, felt the cock head wedge in even more, as Matt’s hands kept his buttocks shaking.

The penetration was quick, and he had felt every ounce of breathe leave his body. His chest began to hurt immediately, as the pain lanced upwards. His thighs had stiffened to the point where TJ thought that he’d burst the blood vessels inside. It had split him cleanly, and he could feel the fullness of the cock head inside. His tiny little muscles were no match for the brute force of the penetration, and it had made him cry out loudly.

Unlike Bobby Rae, it had hurt, but it didn’t keep on going inside. It just stood there, barely inside, as the muscles inside his rectum stopped their quivering, their cries for mercy. He managed to gather his breath too, his chest not heaving so hard, as he grew accustomed to the size of the head inside.

Matt had both hands on his hips, and slowly began to twist himself, to make a gyrating motion that pushed and stretched his insides, but in a way that took away the pain. It felt so damn good, he was moaning and grabbing his own cock, as slowly Matt began to corkscrew his big dick into TJ’s hole.

The finger dug hard into his hips, and he could feel that pain, but the pleasure of the cock moving into him was growing more strident, more in his mind. Slowly Matt made him take the whole cock, and he felt his pubic hairs brushing up against his insides. He sighed, as he heard Matt groan, felt the small quiver in the cock too, that set his own nerves tingling.

Sweat was dripping from his hair, his forehead, as Matt began to once more move his hips around, to make the cock inside jerk and swivel inside the tight tunnel. His prostrate and other organs were in a frenzy, as they were bumped and pushed by the hard cock inside. Then slowly he began to feel him withdraw his cock, to leave his rectum, and he reached back with his hands now, to pull his cheeks further apart, crying out no, wanting Matt to push back in.

The outward pull stopped, then it moved forward making TJ moan loudly. He could hear it echo, just as Matt began to slowly pull back, only to push forward again. Slowly he began to build up his easy motion, until he was nearly out, before once more driving the hard cock into TJ. It had felt so good, each drive in, that he kept moaning, and as the sweat dripped, as his legs grew numb and cramped from the tautness of his muscles, he never once asked Matt to stop.

He encouraged him to keep on going, to go faster, to pound his ass. Nothing else seemed to have mattered, as Matt obliged him, until each thrust would make him stutter, make his feet stumble a step or two forward, until resetting while the cock pulled back.

There was no way for him to tell time, as it felt like it had been suspended. The way Matt’s dick pushed in, then out, always moving, going a bit faster with each stroke, time seemed to just not exist. The way it kept making him moan, how it hurt but didn’t, was still fresh in his mind, as if it was just yesterday.

TJ felt his cock shifting under the blanket, and he glanced up to see Bobby Rae staring at him. There was that look in his face again, the one he had seen earlier. Just for a moment, he thought he could feel Bobby Rae’s heart beating, feel his pulse racing as he stared at his mostly naked body. That, along with the recollection of Matt’s hard cock pounding his ass, made him smile, which Bobby Rae noticed.

Instead of snarling at him, the deputy just stared at him, while he pushed the tin plate away, the food eaten. TJ could see he was deep in thought, as the eyes narrowed a bit, and the cheeks sunk in a bit. The nostrils flared too, as the mouth grew taut, no smile, no grin, no scowl either. In a way it was all rather frightening, as if he was finally making up his mind about something.

‘Get over here, sit in that chair, and put your hands behind your back, but through them bars in the chair.’

TJ stared at him, and quickly obeyed. The feeling of Matt’s dick riding him suddenly pushed aside. He sat in the chair, leaned forward so as to poke his arms through the rungs on the back of the chair. Then he sat back, feeling the sudden pain in his shoulders, as he watched Bobby Rae stand up.

In one hand was a pair of handcuffs, and he stepped behind and slapped them on his wrists. He was not going anywhere, without taking the damn chair with him, or breaking it. It was uncomfortable as hell as Bobby Rae stepped back in front, then just seemed to glare. There wasn’t a scowl, but his eyes looked so dark, so cold that he couldn’t help but tremble a bit. He remembered the knife he had seen him with, and his own eyes glanced away, to check the Deputy’s hand, failing to see any hint of the knife.

The man simply moved away to the door, then stepped out and came back in very quickly. In his hand now was the shotgun, barrel pointing down as he again sat down in the big chair. His eyes continued to stare at him, as he reached down, and from the darkness he pulled up a small portable radio set.

TJ hadn’t noticed it before, but he recognized the standard two way radio set up that was used by the Cops. Sheriff Roy always had his hooked into his belt, with a long coiled microphone attached to his shirt, just below the shoulder. He felt his body shake, as he watched Bobby Rae twist the knob, and he could hear it squawk, the static making a squeal that hurt the ears a bit.

‘Make one sound, and it’ll be your last, got it?’

‘I got it.’

He felt the sweat on his forehead, felt the pain dull a bit around his shoulder, and felt the numbness around his wrists as he listened to Bobby Rae call up Sheriff Roy. TJ heard the man answering, knew it was Old Roy himself, as the fear in his belly made him hold his breath. He could even hear his heart beating as Bobby Rae reported in, but the words didn’t make sense, least not at first.

Bobby Rae was whining, asking if he could come back in, as not even a rabbit had gone past since noon, and it was nearing past midnight now. He heard the Sheriff ask if he had a fire going, or anything to show he was in the cabin, and Bobby Rae lied to him, saying he was freezing, and that he hadn’t moved out of the damn chair since arriving.

It didn’t make sense, but finally Old Roy told him to forget it, that maybe that fool kid had gone a different route, or was smarter than they all thought. TJ heard the man tell Bobby Rae to go along the river a bit, to make sure, then to come on back to town if he didn’t see or hear anything.

He looked, with his mouth open, as Bobby Rae signed off, and then turned the two way off totally. TJ could see the light go off, see that it was really off and he watched as Bobby Rae stood up, and walked back behind him.

He undid the handcuffs, then came back around to stand in front of TJ. He stared down at him, then went back to reach behind the chair. He pulled out a huge old army back pack, with a sleeping back rolled up at the bottom. The deputy put it on the chair, then looked over to the burning embers of the fire. He smiled as he looked back to TJ.

‘Your clothes should be dry enough now, go put em on’