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4Mar

Making the Play (8)

Part (8)

It was strangely exciting, the way they both felt, as they lay on the bed, remembering the look on Tommy’s face as he hobbled off. They couldn’t help but feel relieved, and the smiles they gave each other was certainly making Troy feel, well like it was as it should be.

videos on demandHe couldn’t explain it, but it was like a huge weight had suddenly been lifted, and yet he also felt like that he could be entering into something dangerous. It was sort of odd, to feel elated, relieved, and yet anxious. Tommy could out them, once he healed, then what?

Still, looking at Philippe, he couldn’t help but feel like he’d cross that bridge when, and if, it happened. For now he couldn’t help but feel super charged, as if the world was brand new.

‘You know, I have to admit, his dick did have a nice taste.’

‘Bitch, you mean the blood did.’

Philippe laughed, as he reached out, his one hand running lightly across Troy’s thigh. God how good it felt, he thought, as he listened to his soft voice.

‘Well, that sort of was the icing on it, man he did howl, didn’t he?’

‘Oh yeah, you know, it isn’t over, right?’

He had to say it, to make sure that Philippe knew that the one moment of independence was only the beginning. Inside, he knew Tommy wouldn’t forget what happened, once he sobered up. He also knew that Tommy had a reputation for getting even.

‘Screw it, I mean, I am tired of all that shit, I guess, seeing him, just made me snap. I mean fuck Troy, he likes his cock being sucked by a guy, then pulls that shit?’

‘I know, but fuck, you almost bit it right off.’

‘I wanted to.’

Troy could almost feel the anger in Philippe’s voice, realizing just how much he seemed to hate Tommy. It didn’t really make much sense, why would he be so upset by it. Okay, sure the threatening manner, the implied outing, was part of it, but to bite his dick, it was like he was trying to protect him, not himself.

‘Why? I mean he never did anything to you, did he?’

‘Uh no, just, well, the way he acted, how he treated you, the way he called us fag, I dunno, maybe I should have thought about it more, but fuck Troy, he shouldn’t have made out like you were a slut, or something. I mean, it just, I dunno, made me see red.’

‘Your way of saying you like me?’

‘I think I already did that, by uh, you know.’

A quick glance at him, told him that Philippe wasn’t joking, that he was deadly serious. He never had any clue that he had felt so deeply about him, in that way. It wasn’t something he had experienced.

‘Uh huh, so what, guys you don’t like you bite their cocks off?’

‘Bitch, no, I don’t. I am not so, so violent, I really am more of a lover, than a fighter, honest.’

He knew he had to lighten the mood. Philippe was certainly full of surprises, which in a way made him feel good, and in another way, a bit worried. Everything was moving a bit too fast, though he had to admit, it felt good deep down inside.

‘Oh I am so glad, I’d hate to be making love to you and have you cut my dick off, but yeah, I know what you mean, it does wear thin, all this having to be someone we aren’t.’

‘I am glad the coach sent me to check on you.’

‘I am too.’

‘Show me.’

He couldn’t help but giggle a bit, at the way he had said it. Then in looking at him, at the puppy dog look he had plastered across his face, Troy felt strangely excited. The giggling stopped, as he looked deep into those eyes, seeing the desire being reflected back to him.

His hand moved to rest on top of Philippe’s, and he felt the electricity between them. It was like a spark of pure energy, as he could almost feel the guy’s heart pounding, even maybe hear it echo in his ears, as he looked deep into his face.

It was all there, the look he had always dreamed of, the one he thought he would love to see in Tommy, but would never see. Instead there it was, and he couldn’t believe how warm it all felt, around and inside. His hand moved around, and his body curled inwards a bit further, his body seeming to just melt into Philippe’s.

‘Are you sure?’

Philippe gave him a sort of scared smile, but the eyes sparkled as he moved his own body in closer to Troy. The press of his chest against his, the touch of his arm, all made him feel the desire, like it was something you could touch. His whole body ached, in ways he had never really felt before, and the touch of his fingers down the thigh, only made him quiver inside. It was like a fire had been lit inside, that wouldn’t be quenched by anything less than their joining together.

He had always imagined it would be like this, and yet still couldn’t quite believe it, or in his good fortune. Philippe looked up at him, as he let his legs pull back, to let Troy’s hand move down from the thigh down to his crotch. His fingers felt the pubic hairs, and the excitement inside, seemed to just grow, as he thought about the moment, as he ignored all the other thoughts that were racing through his mind.

Troy found himself on top of Philippe, the pain in his body no longer bothering him, except for the occasional twinge. Yet there was pain, the pain of desire, as he kissed Philippe squarely on the mouth, tasting him once again.

Their hands were roaming across each other’s bodies. They moved down each other’s legs, their sides, even in between the press of their torso’s. It was all a bit of blur, as he could feel the rise in his heart’s beat, in the growing ache in his lungs, as he struggled for air. His mouth was moving all across the slender body, that seemed to never stay still. It was like a snake, the way his slender upper body kept moving around beneath him, moving to the various touch of Troy’s hands, of his mouth.

Troy moved downwards, his body shifting further down, as his mouth kissed the throat, then the hollow of Philippe’s neck and down to his chest. He let his tongue slide along the quivering flesh, towards the nipples, licking around it.

He let the tongue lick around and around, and then when he made like he was about to move further down, he quickly moved over the nipple, taking it into his mouth, his teeth grating against the firm flesh. Philippe cried out, caught off guard, as Troy sucked on it, then let it go, to quickly slide further down.

He had the hard cock buried in his mouth, as the last of Philippe’s cries ended, and then felt him suck in his breath, as he felt his cock being swallowed whole. He tasted the pre cum as it fell down his throat, and he felt the muscles tighten a bit, as he swallowed the cock deep inside. His tongue licked at the shaft as it passed by, and he could feel the body squirming even more, as his nose buried into the soft belly of his groin.

Then just as quickly he was off the hard pole, his face buried beneath him, licking at each ball, taking each one into his mouth for a quick tongue bath, then on to suck on the skin of the sac itself. His nose was pressed up in between and Philippe had arched his body upwards, and Troy had moved both hands down and under each of his butt cheeks, cupping them in the hands.

His fingers squeezed into the soft flesh, pushing upwards, as he continued to lick at the scrotum, then beneath them. He could smell his scent, and he breathed it in deeply. Troy felt his cock jerking, as he moved his body between the upraised legs now, and his tongue continued to move down, tasting.

Philippe was moaning as his tongue moved further down, as his hands pushed the buttocks upwards and also spreading the two halves. He let the tongue slide down and up the valley, tasting and licking.

‘Oh God, I can’t stand it, fuck me, please, I can’t stand it anymore Troy’

The words were loud, yet almost in a high pitched tone he could barely recognize, as he moved his head up and leaned upwards, to kiss Philippe. As he did, he let his finger move along the inside of the cheeks, until it found the pucker hole. He could feel it quivering, as he let the tip wedge up against it, and as his tongue slid into Philippe’s mouth, he pushed the finger into him.

The muffled cry echoed in his own mouth, as he drove his finger all the way in, then began to slowly move it around, to push at the silky insides. Philippe was moaning constantly, as he continued to kiss him, and finger him, then he pulled his finger out, and leaned over to fumble at the big jar on his night stand.

Philippe moved himself as well, shifting his position as Troy grabbed a couple of packages, and managed to get one up to his mouth. He gripped it with his teeth and pulled with his one hand, until it opened, and he spit out the torn edge. Looking down, he saw those eyes once more. They were wide open, staring up at him, pleading for him to take him.

As he raised himself upwards, he saw Philippe lift up and take the condom out of his hand. With a smile, he leaned forward, and took hold of Troy’s hard dick. The touch made him shudder as Philippe quickly unrolled the plastic over his cock, then he bent over more, and kissed Troy on the belly, then leaned back, pulling his legs upwards.

Troy could only smile, as he saw the body fall backwards onto the bed, and the legs being pulled upwards. He leaned in, letting the legs pull over his head, then rest lightly onto his shoulders. The touch of his hot flesh, made him lick his lips a bit, and then lean down and inwards.

With one hand, he guided his hard cock, along the insides of Philippe’s buttocks, until he felt it touch the pink hole. He could feel Philippe shake, as the head pressed up against the tight puckered hole. He could feel it quiver, as he lifted his head up and stared up along Philippe’s body, to his face.

He could see the nostrils flaring, as he sucked in air, and the way his eyes now had a glassy look to them. How his face cheeks were sunken in, and the small opening of his mouth, quivering in anticipation. Then he shut his eyes, as he felt his body push forwards, the tiny hole resisting with all its strength, making him push even harder.

The pop seemed like a huge gunshot, and he was suddenly past the tight muscle. The cry was long and loud, but nothing else. No cries to stop, no pleas to stop, as he let his body hang there, letting Philippe’s body get used to the head of his cock, being inside.

He breathed in deeply, then slowly pushed forward a bit more, hearing the grinding of teeth, as his thick pole began to push further in. The muscles inside held firmly but failed to stop his inward thrust. He couldn’t stop now, even if he wanted to, as his body seemed to be acting on its own accord.

Troy felt the sweat dripping from his body, even could hear it splash onto Philippe’s chest. His hair was soaked, as he slowly began to move his hips further down, as the body beneath him tried to pull away, to sink further into the mattress. He had him pinned, by his weight, by the deep penetration of his dick.

Finally he felt his pubic hairs, brushing up against the wet and hot cheeks, knowing that he had all of his dick inside of Philippe. He stayed motionless, as he could hear the panting breath slowly ease. Then, when he felt he had gotten used to the cock inside, he slowly began to pull back, to withdraw it.

The muscles inside tried to hold it back, to keep it buried inside, but his strength was greater, as the cock began to slide out, in time with the writhing motion of the body underneath. He could hear him moaning, hear him almost begging for him to not pull out, to stay buried deep inside.

Then, as the cock head was about to exit, he stopped, then once more, very slowly began to drive his cock back inside. The moans continued, as Philippe started to rise up, to meet his cock as it re-entered his hole. His arms moved up to grab hold of his hips, and he pulled down, urging Troy to pound him, to fill him.

Tossing his head back, he began to pump his hips, to drive his cock in hard, then pull it out, just as hard, before once more driving it in. Each thrust in, he could feel his bed shake, feel it quake, as he drove his cock like it was a jack hammer. He felt the sweat pouring off him, felt his body burning as if it was on fire.

In and out he went, the speed rising, the depth of his penetration seeming to be more, with each hard entry. He felt his body growing numb, as his legs ached, his lungs were nearly empty, as he continued to pump his hips. His mind was in a fog, and he could feel the pounding in his chest, as he rammed his cock in faster.

The hands around his hips dug in deeper, pulling him in a frantic way that only made him go faster. He felt the finger tips grabbing at the very bone inside, which only drove him on faster. The pain was ignored, as he felt his balls bulge, felt the fluid inside pressing hard up against him, as he continued to drive his pole in and out.

He could hear himself crying out, hear his own tortured voice, as he tried to hold back, to not let it happen yet, but he was failing. His hips moved faster, his body continued to crash into Philippe’s own buttocks. The sound of their bodies slapping into each other echoed loudly in the room, barely audible over their own tortured cries.

He felt the blood rushing, felt the thickness in his cock grew. His pole ached, from the vessels inside tightening, and then he felt it coming. He felt the muscles inside, felt the deep rumbling from within, as his body reached the peak, reached the point of no return.

Troy cried out, as his body reared back, as the very tip of his cock head was pushing at the pink hole, trying to escape. He felt it, then like some bird of prey, he felt his whole body gather itself, felt every muscle inside coil up and tighten to a point he never thought possible. In that moment of time, every part of his body was focused on the hard cock, held by the thin muscle of Philippe’s sphincter.

Then, as one single force, every muscle inside let go. It drove his hips forward, driving the blood gorged pole deep down into the velvet like chute. He felt the muscles release, felt his whole body quiver as they drove his body forward. His ramming motion, was being matched, by the upward thrust and as the two met, he heard the loud sound of their union. In that moment, he felt the sudden release inside, felt the rush of his milk as it poured out of his balls, along his cock, and up through the expanded slit in the head of his dick.

Troy felt the force of the explosion, deep inside his own rectum, as his legs became like rocks. The muscles tightened, as the explosion ripped through his body and out his cock. The hot liquid was running out and along his throbbing pole, still held captive by the thin sheath of the condom.

As his body jerked and quivered, he could feel the same sensations rolling through Philippe’s own body. His head was twisting, as he felt the cum still flowing. His body began to feel like a ten ton weight, and he struggled to hold himself up, to keep his balance, as his cock jerked and banged against the insides. He felt his eyes flicker, felt his arms buckle, and suddenly he felt himself resting on top of Philippe. Every part of him, felt like it had glue all over, as his skin seemed to just become part of Philippe’s own.

It took him a few moments, then he managed to roll off. His head stared up at the ceiling, with tiny darting lights exploding all over in front of him. He struggled to gasp for air, as his body continued to shake. The whole bed was still shaking, from not just his quivering, but from Philippe’s.

Laying there, he couldn’t believe how good he felt, and how exhausted. His body felt like it had just gone fifteen rounds with Joe Frasier, and yet he felt like he wanted it to not end. His heart was still racing, and he couldn’t feel anything yet in his legs, or arms, as he lay there, but inside, deep down in his soul, he knew that he had to have more, that he had to experience it again, and again.

To be continued…

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Making the Play

Part (8)

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

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By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

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Part (4)

erotic-stories-009A small voice buried deep inside kept telling him that he was old enough to be Chris’ father, that it would never work between them. Sure he was just about to turn 40 and Chris was eighteen, but still, it was obvious that Chris was not what one would call ‘worldly’ or ‘sex savvy’. In many ways, Chris was more mature than many guys a lot older, yet in other ways, well, he was just eighteen.

Turning his head, lowering his glance, he stared at the mop of hair resting on his chest. He had to admit, it felt good, and it was exciting. The idea that someone like Chris would want him, or even think he would want him, was well, intoxicating. It felt like somehow he must have done something right, said the right words when needed, because sure as hell wasn’t his looks.

Still the persistent voice kept nagging at him, as his one hand moved lightly across the soft skin, brushing the locks of hair away, feeling the smoothness of the young man’s skin. How soft it was, how much life was flowing there, and Barney remembered Chris’ folks, how pinched their faces were, how they seemed constantly on guard.

He had a few on his route like that, many at first, but not so much now. Most had come to know him, to realize he was no threat to them, even if he did bring them bad news at times. They didn’t hold it against him, unlike Chris’ parents who seemed, like nothing could ever satisfy them.

To think they would turn their own son away, who they raised for eighteen years, in the blink of an eye, just because he was Gay. Everything else about him was the same, the laughter in his eyes, the softness of his voice, the innocence. It was the same young man and yet now they were informing everyone they could, to stay clear of him, like he was a leper or something. That was something he never could understand about the more uptight religious people. They talked about GOD with so much love, so much passion, yet they were the least to give that love, that passion, unconditionally. They talked about Jesus, yet they forgot that it was Jesus himself who walked among the lepers, when no one else would.

He shivered a bit, thinking about it, wondering what would his own co-workers do or say, if they knew he was in bed with someone like Chris? Would they shun him? Would they also feel repulsed by him, even though nothing else about him had changed? Then too, Barney wondered if that was true, was he the same man he was this morning?

He felt Chris move a bit, under his arm, and once more forced his mind off the complications, and instead just stared down at the young man’s naked body, resting against his own. He could see the flabby skin of his stomach, pushed to one side of his body by the weight of Chris’ younger more lean form. How good it felt, to have him them, to feel his warm breathe across his chest, as he slept so soundly.

There was a strange sense of protectiveness in his thoughts, which he knew was more fatherly, than that of a lover. Yet, did it matter how he loved the young man, and was it love? That always eluded him, because while he knew that sex was good, at times, better with someone he had an attachment to, he had never really had anyone that he wanted to see more than on occasional nights. Still, looking at Chris, he knew he wanted him to stay, not just the night, or week, but to stay for as long as possible.

Call it love at first sight, but that wouldn’t be right either. He had known Chris for some time, as a friends, as someone on his route. Now here he was, in his bed, and it felt different, felt complicated. Not something Barney enjoyed, complications that is. He liked his routine, his pattern, yet from when he first laid eyes on Chris this morning, he knew his whole life was somehow about to change.

The feel of the young man’s rising chest, as he breathed in the steady rhythm of sleep, only made his own heart quicken a bit. Barney could feel the sweat on his forehead, as he remembered how perfect it felt, to feel the cum explode, to feel the soft touch of the fingers, to experience the sweetness of his mouth. He could feel it all again, knowing that what had happened, was something he had never expected to feel, to experience.

Barney had paid many a man and woman for sex, in his lifetime, yet nothing compared to the thrill he had when Chris was touching him. Nothing in his past could equal the way his whole body had shook, to the touch of just a finger tip, or a brush of the younger man’s lips against his skin, never mind other parts of his body. Yet now, feeling him next to him, he couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like, to experience all of Chris, to feel him enter him, or him enter Chris.

Hell, he hadn’t even tasted the guy’s cum yet, let alone feel his insides through the throbbing of his pole. The idea of it, being buried deep between those firm young butt cheeks, was making him ache, again. It was like his body had woken up from a long sleep, just realizing what the body was for, other than a vessel for his blood and nerves.

The voice inside grew a bit weaker, as his body continued to be aroused by the aroma of the younger man. How good he smelled, as he breathed in his scent, mingled with his own. It wasn’t like any other time, and looking down, he doubted if it would ever be like any of those other times, with strangers. Even his more regular partners, couldn’t equal the pleasure he had just experienced, and he knew inside, he wanted more.

It was as if Chris knew that he was awake. The soft moan, that made Barney’s body go stiff, the sudden snuggling in more of the body, making Barney tingle, all were like some choreographed ritual. The head moved a bit, until it was staring up at him, the body was pushed in even closer, as if afraid to let go of his warmth, of his touch. The arms pushed in tighter, to hold him in their grasp, as the eyelids fluttered, gradually opening up to peer right at him.

It was the smile that suddenly grew wide across Chris’ face that made Barney quiver. He felt his legs twitch again, as he stared down into those warm eyes, that seemed to exude nothing but desire. How they sparkled, as they looked past his own, deep down into his very soul. Barney could feel that tiny voice resisting, but he could also feel something else, as if his whole body was suddenly being invaded, that made him nervous. It was like everything he had ever thought, every done, was suddenly an open book to Chris’ probing eyes.

Yet even as he thought that, and looked back, refusing to turn away, he felt his own eyes looking deeper, seeing the pain inside, seeing how his own closeness to the young man, was making the pain shrink back, make it less menacing.

He felt himself tremble, then he felt the finger tips caressing his pubic hairs, felt the affection coming from within his own soul, yet knowing it was Chris. He felt the sudden desire rising in his body, felt the muscles shaking a bit, as the finger moved ever so lightly around the base of his cock. How hard he had suddenly become, how awake too. The mere touch of the tip made his whole body tremble, made his toes wiggle, his heart pound just a bit faster.

The light press of lips on his chest only made him quiver more, as the tip of the finger moved down, to run lightly over his balls. He felt them shake, felt them expand, as if his body was already miles ahead of his mind’s thoughts. This was not what he had ever expected, and yet it felt so right, so perfect, he wondered why it had taken so long for someone to awaken all those feelings inside of him.

His eyes misted over a bit, even teared up a little, as the lips moved off his chest, as the finger tip moved under his scrotum, then back up to run lightly up the underside of his hard cock. Chris seemed to find a way, to move his body into Barney’s even more, one leg now over the top of Barney’s feet. He could feel the blood flowing through them, feel the pulse of the younger man’s heart, as he continued to just look at him, to feel his thoughts trying to touch his own.

No one had tried that before, no one cared to delve deep into his thoughts, which was scary on one hand, yet exciting on the other. He was torn, unsure of what to do, as he liked to be private, liked to be an unknown quantity to his sex partners, but this was different. This wasn’t about sex, he could feel that, even though he tried to not acknowledge it. It was a strange fight he was having, with himself, as he felt the fingers become a bit more urgent, a bit more demanding of his body.

Barney heard himself gasp out loud, as he felt Chris’ mouth engulf his hard cock. He felt the tongue swirling around his cock and tasting him. He could feel his body shaking, as the pleasure soared within. How it felt made him pant, as the head bobbed up and down over his cock, his one hand grasping tightly the long locks of hair, pushing the head deep into his groin.

Barney could feel his head twisting, flopping from one side to the other as his hand relinquished its hold, as it now balled up into a fist, pounding the bed from the extreme pleasure that was filling every nerve, making every one tingle, scream with a desire to explode.

He could hear his panting breathe, as the hard press of Chris’s mouth over his cock was ended. He felt his body tremble a bit more, as he let his eyes open, the eyelids fluttering as he tried to focus, when he felt the sudden grasp of his cock, at the base. Looking down, he saw the intent look on Chris’ face as he stared down at Barney’s cock. In the other hand was a thin sheath of plastic.

The hand pinched the top, the other hand moved off Barney’s cock to grab the rolled band, and place it on the top of his cock. He could see the precum as the condom was fitted over his cock. The young man’s face was glowing, or at least it looked like it, as it turned to stare back up at Barney.

‘I need you inside, please Barney.’

He felt the tears welling up, saw the begging look in Chris’ eyes, as he just reached out with one hand, to take hold of his own cock, holding it tightly so Chris could unroll the thin condom. There was no mistaking the look either, in Chris’ eyes as he quickly rolled the condom down the throbbing pole, until it pushed into Barney’s pubic hairs, that were around his cock base.

Chris pulled himself upright, looking at Barney as he manoeuvred his body around, so that he now straddled Barney’s amble stomach. Barney moved his hand out from under the thigh, to let it rest on the top of the leg. His other hand moved to duplicate it, as Chris leaned forward, his firm buttocks just touching the hard pole.

His legs began to ache a bit, as the vision before him registered with his mind, with his thoughts. Chris stared down at him, his eyes looking like burning embers of hot coal, as he shifted his body a bit, reaching around, to take hold of Barney’s throbbing pole. As he did, Barney felt his own hands move, to reach up and around, to pull apart the firm cheeks.

As his fingers dug into the hot flesh, he felt himself shudder, felt the passion inside roaring, felt the overwhelming heat of his desire, as his body continued to stiffen, to tighten. The young man flicked his head back, as his upper body moved a bit back. Barney felt his cock suddenly being pulled down, being wedged between the two firm cheeks. His cock head jerked a bit, as it felt the soft warm flesh moving across its bulging top. It made his whole body shiver, as it moved down to a point where it was suddenly held firm.

He could hear the rapid breathing above him, as his eyes flicked open. Looking up he saw the firm chest, the flexing Pecs, as Chris stood there, poised, feeling the press of Barney’s hard dick up against his tight pink hole. He could see the concentration, see the muscles in his face twitch, then he felt the push. He felt the muscles inside of Chris object, felt them resist, but he could also feel the urgency, the desire pushing that resistance aside.

His body was suddenly being pushed down deep into his bed, as he heard the strangled cry, as he penetrated Chris’ body. The bed shook, as did his body. The sound of his penetration made him cry out, as Chris began to moan, and start to wiggle his butt further down, into Barney’s groin. He felt the entire body weight on top of his soft belly, felt the muscles buried in his fat shake, felt them coiling and uncoiling, as the butt ground down into his lower belly.

The body leaned back even more, the head tilted even further back, as Barney stared at the figure above him. He saw the eyes clenched tight, saw a trickle of a tear roll down from the corner of one eye. He noticed the way his Chris was biting at his upper lip, at how his nose was flaring, as he swivelled his hips around, making Barney’s hard cock swirl around inside the tight confines of Chris’ innards. He felt the soft velvet lining stretching, as his cock head banged from side to side, as the muscles inside, tried to grasp hold of his huge pole, to hold it steady.

The body moved upwards, sliding up along his cock, then just when he thought the head would come free, he felt the hard downward thrust. His body ached, as the moist cheeks struck his groin, then began once again the climb up and off. He felt his hips pushing down into the bed now, then he felt it, felt the power inside. Just as the cheeks were at their height, just as the entire cock shaft was exposed, he felt the twitch, felt the change from above.

As the motion stopped, as the soft groans went up an octave or two, he felt the contraction inside of Chris’ body. He felt the muscles grapping hold, and as they body began to slide back down, Barney felt his arms move, to take hold of the young man, to grip tightly around his waist, and shove his own lower torso upwards, as hard as he could with the extra weight on top.

He heard the sudden cry, the quick jubilant shout, as his body arched upwards, to meet Chris’ downward thrust. He felt their bodies come together, felt the power of their combined thrusts meet, making the bed shake.

The sound of their sweat soaked bodies colliding echoed in the room, yet barely noticed, as their voices cried out, screaming their profound pleasure. His eyes fluttered, as he saw the expression across Chris’ face, as he saw the pleasure flashing through the sheen of the cheeks, the jaw, and even across the glazed covering of Chris’ eyes. He saw it all, in that one blink, as he held his body rigid, waiting for the next signal, the next coming wave of pure nirvana.

Time meant nothing, as he felt the hard up and down thrusts only grow more frequent, more intense. The tight hold around his cock seemed to grow more extreme, as he felt the sweat dripping off his whole body. He could hear his own voice, crying out its pleasure, mingling with the cries from Chris. He felt the drops of hot sweat drop to his body, sizzle as they evaporated on his own burning skin.

His hands dug in even deeper, until he was certain that he was feeling the very bones within. The tips of his fingers were dug in deep, the knuckles of his hands white from the force of his grip, as he pushed Chris upwards, as he shot his hips further down into the shuddering bed. The moment was there, he could feel it, knowing Chris could as well.

The head of his cock was barely inside, part of it out from the tight hold of Chris’ hole, when Barney summoned every ounce of his energy, forcing his body to hold that moment, then he released it all, in one giant upward thrust. At the same instant, he pulled down with his hands, bring Chris’ trembling body downwards, even faster. The muscles grasping at his dick, hadn’t a chance, as he drove his cock hard and deep inside. He heard the cry, felt the air leave his own lungs, as his body became one giant spasm of shaking flesh. He felt the ache inside, felt the sudden rush of blood from everywhere in his body, to flow quickly to his groin. He could feel the balls shaking, feel the cum leaving them to rush along its tubes, towards the very tip of his cock.

The orgasm was unbelievable, as he body stood motionless up high in the air, his groin holding not only his weight, but Chris’ entire body weight as well. He felt the body impaled on his cock shake, felt the tremors as they roared up and down the younger man’s insides, then he felt the hard hot slap across the side of his face.

Another stinging blow landed on his chin, and then on his chest. The burning was intense, as he felt his body shudder, realizing the blows were coming from Chris, that he had also reached that point of no return. His eyes flicked open briefly, to see the blood gorged cock head jerk back towards Chris’ groin, as if shrinking, then as his eyelid began to close, he could see it shooting forward once more, a thin stream of milky white liquid leading the way.

Again he felt the hot sting against his body, as the jizz struck him hard, the sound of its strike lost amid the loud cry of joy coming from Chris. He could feel it all, as his own body finally began to shrink back towards the bed, as the weight of the young man became too much for him. He felt the bed creak, felt the press on his belly, as his cock shook, still buried deep inside of Chris’ rectum.

Chris collapsed on top of him, adding to the weight he was feeling. His body was exhausted, his mind lost in a fog of pure pleasure, as the tremors seemed to continue, in an endless stream. Barney felt it all, even the nagging voice from earlier was there, but muted at the moment. It was replaced by an insane desire to have the same feeling, to have his own body penetrated, as he had just penetrated Chris’. He cried out, as he felt the arms reaching around, holding him tightly.

The crush of Chris’ body into his knocked what little breathe he had left, out, as he gasped for air. His arms were at his side, but as Chris’ held him even tighter, he found them wrapping around the shaking body on top of him. He felt the tears now, against his chest, and as he held Chris, he could tell the young man was crying.

He was at a loss, as to what to do, or say, but the tears began to dry up, just a few hard sobs now filled the room, along with his own panting breath. It perplexed him, for a minute or two, as he tried to collect his own thoughts. So much had happened, and as he finally managed to open his eyes, he notice the darkness of the room. Glancing over to the side, he could see that dusk had fallen, that they had been in the room for hours.

Yet as he realized that, he also felt like they had just gotten undressed, just begun to explore each other. He couldn’t explain it, but he knew that the nagging voice inside, from earlier, was in for a hard fight from his feelings. Maybe it was simply an old man’s silliness, an infatuation with one younger, but he didn’t care. It didn’t matter if at some time it all came crashing down because right now, he didn’t feel like almost forty, but more like he too, was eighteen.

Turning his head back, he saw the sparkling eyes looking at him. He felt himself smile, as Chris snuggled in closer, his eyes never leaving Barney’s.

‘I am starved’

‘Yeah? Funny, I am hungry too.’

‘I can see, but I meant food, though I wouldn’t mind more of what you just dished out.’

‘Really? Greedy thing aren’t you, didn’t anyone teach you to share?’

Chris lifted his head up, and stared at Barney for what seemed an eternity. His eyes seemed to narrow a bit, as they peered at him, then the corner’s of his mouth curled up in a sort of semi grin. Barney felt the jerk of the young man’s penis, against his belly, as he lay there, still huffing a bit.

‘I’d love to share that with you, if you are sure, I mean…’

‘Oh I mean it Chris, and not just for tonight either, but for as long as you want, I know I am not…’

‘Don’t, don’t Barney, I know what you are going to say, and you are wrong. Man you are way wrong, and yes, I really do want to share that, and more too, if you really want me to, not, not because you feel sorry for me either. I don’t think I could handle that.’

The way he had said the last bit, so softly, so innocent sounding, that he thought his heart would break in two. Barney lifted his arms up, and pulled Chris up and closer to him, so that his face was directly above his own. He stared at him, saw the pain, saw how it was lurking there, and he knew, it wasn’t faked, it wasn’t a come on. His hands held tightly to Chris’ shoulders, as they looked at each other, reading the other’s thoughts, feelings.

He felt his head lift up, felt his arms pulling Chris down, as the eyes closed, as they embraced each other, as their lips touched, making them both quiver.

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2Aug

Making the Team (2)

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?

4Jun

On The Run (4)

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 Limey[1. slang for someone from the UK, British] 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.

Amateur male model Matt H with his monster 11.5 inch monster cockThinking 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.

Amateur male model Matt H with his monster 11.5 inch monster cockLife 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.

Blake Mason amateurs with big dicksThen 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

Where Matt H shows off his 11.5 inch uncut whopper

10May

Story – Uncle Dan (2)

Uncle Dan

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (2)

There was no doubt, Bobby had been special. Thinking of him today, was like being young again. The pain in his legs, in his hands, didn’t seem to hurt so much, when he thought about his brief time with Bobby. He had learned so much then, hell, they both had. It wasn’t like either of them were what the kids today would call experienced.

Yet they seemed to know enough to make their time together memorable, something the new generation didn’t quite get. It wasn’t just about the sex, never really was, least not between him and Bobby. It had been about them, about being able to just be themselves, to touch when they felt the need, to experience each other, when they needed to.

Looking around the kitchen, he remembered that time Bobby came to his house, for dinner. His Mother had made such a fuss over him, specially when he helped peel the carrots, the potatoes, and even helped her slice them all up. It was like how it might be, if Bobby had been a daughter to her, and oh how she had fussed over him.

It hadn’t been that way at first, as his Mother was very protective of him. His father didn’t have a clue, thought it was just a friend from the route, and didn’t have an inkling about what was between him and Bobby. Thinking back, he was pretty certain his mother did. After all, the way she had glared at Bobby when he first showed up, how her words were guarded, clipped even.

Dan had sensed her disapproval at first, but resigned himself to it. He doubted she would understand how he felt about Bobby, or what they shared, and thought better of trying to make her understand. Yet Bobby had worked his own magic, as he had with Dan.

In less than a half hour, he was a favourite, a true gentlemen, his mother had pronounced afterwards. It felt so good, to have her sudden approval, but it was Bobby that had made it happen. How he had smiled, had managed to find her weakness, and use it to get her approval. He was good at that, and as he sat in his empty kitchen, he missed it too.

There had been several since Bobby, some a lot better looking, some hung better, but none had come close to reaching his heart as Bobby had. Hell, he couldn’t even remember most of their names, let alone what they looked like. Yet with Bobby, he could see his features now, as if he was sitting right across from him, this second.

How his hair moved in the wind, how a certain bunch of curly hair at his right ear would always hang different than the rest of his hair, how it would seem to defy the wind, and never blow with it, but against it. Then too, that was Bobby as well. He never seemed to go with the flow, or just take things in stride.

There was so much to Bobby, that he doubted he knew it all, even now. Course, how could he, which only made him look down into his coffee cup, realizing how he had missed his chance. Bobby had always wanted to live life, to experience it, and going to war wasn’t high on his list of experiences to have. Yet when his lottery number had come up, he had been pragmatic about it.

At first he had thought about going up to Canada, to avoid it, but then his Mother wasn’t well, and he couldn’t see himself sitting up in Canada, unable to come to her side, if needed. Unfortunately, he never was able to come to her side, as she died while he was off serving in Viet Nam, doing his bit to secure his countries freedom. Bobby never really saw it that way, and frankly, neither did Dan.

Yet it was his desire to be near her, that had kept him from leaving, from taking up roots in a strange country. Maybe if he had, things might have worked out differently, both for him and Bobby. Though in all honesty he doubted it. Just as Bobby wouldn’t leave his family, how could he?

Dan knew though, that if Bobby had asked, he would have gone with him to Canada. Things were different for people them, they had a Prime Minister who didn’t think it was anyone’s business what two adults did in their bedrooms, something he wished today’s leaders would understand. Still, he would have gone, but Bobby never asked, nor did he go up North.

The whole draft thing, the whole serving your nation thing, changed Bobby too. As his time to ship off, for training, grew closer, the laughter in his eyes, the easy banter between them seemed to end. Things were different, and they fought too. That wasn’t something he was used to, as he really never knew what would set Bobby off.

The coffee went down the wrong way, as he coughed, trying not to choke, as he remembered that time, just before Bobby left him. It was about ten days before he was due to leave, when he had just shown up on the route. That was unusual for Bobby, but he had stood off to the side, watching all the kids yammering at Dan, pushing their quarters towards him, begging for bigger scopes, or changing their minds from one flavour to another.

He just stood there, watching. Every now and then, Dan would glance up, to see the once happy eyes, looking mournful, dark, and morose. He couldn’t ever recall feeling so helpless as he did that day. Seeing Bobby unhappy, was painful, as he knew he had fallen hook, line, and sinker for the guy. And in all honesty, it really wasn’t about the sex either.

Sure it was convenient, it meant they could enjoy their brand of sex, without the risks that others faced. If they just kept their desire hidden, had their fun where no one could happen on them, they were safe to enjoy it. No worries if the guy they were approaching was an undercover narc, or worse, straight.

Why he was dwelling on this, he had no idea. Maybe it was simply that today, he was no longer a working stiff. His day job was to sit back, do whatever he wanted. No getting up to fill vats, to check the quality of each tub of ice cream he produced, or to even load the truck, that would never drive a route again. He was out of the business, about to become a fading memory to those he had known for decades.

Change never had been something he liked, or sought either. He still wore the same shorts, the same socks, and each year bought the same type of shoes. His shirts and pants were always the same, had been ever since he had been a kid, so no, change was not something he relished. It wasn’t always that way, least not when he was around Bobby, but that change, had left its mark inside.

Bobby wasn’t his first gay friend, or his first gay sex partner, though Bobby was his first to have anal sex with. None of the others before Bobby had seemed likely candidates, and frankly he never had the desire to want to do it with them. Not really knowing how was part of the problem, but he was never that comfortable with them.

With Bobby it was totally different. Even though they only managed to really have anal sex that last day, it still was something special, something he would never stop thinking about.

Up until that day, when he showed up on the route, they had messed around a fair amount. He had sucked Bobby off many times, and had the favour returned just as often. They spent a lot of time touching each other, enjoying the sensation of their hands running over another’s groin. In itself, it was erotic, and while some might call it boring, it wasn’t for them.

Bobby liked to just stretch out next to him, and let his hand move all along his naked body. He loved that part, and Dan could see how much, but how hard Bobby’s dick would get. It was one of those that the more light the touch, the more foreplay there was, the harder, the stiffer it got. In some ways it was a sign of how much they meant to each other too.

Yet anal sex, was the one area they had troubles at. Maybe it was that neither were experienced, in any way with it. Both had sucked dick before, but neither had taken it up the ass. Dan sipped at his coffee, grinning a bit as he remembered their first few attempts at it.

How stupid they were back then. He was older than Bobby, he should have known all about having sex, but he was as ignorant as Bobby was. Sure, Bobby could act like he knew, but that first attempt, what a joke it had been. Mind you, he had to admit, they did enjoy a good laugh at each other, and he still could remember Bobby’s face, when he was trying to work his dick into Dan’s ass, and Dan farted.

The sound had startled them both, and he had turned to look up at Bobby. He saw the wide open eyes, the stunned look on his face, then they smelled it, and he couldn’t help but laugh. The way Bobby’s nose had wrinkled up, how his eyes had narrowed, was just too much. He still enjoyed that moment, at how Bobby had fallen off him, onto the ground holding his side, trying not to laugh, but not succeeding.

What did they know about enema’s and all that stuff. It was 1970, and it wasn’t like there was Google or Yahoo back then. A man had set foot on the Moon, there had been two political assassinations, and the world was still in the grip of a Cold War. Viet Nam was making for unrest, and who knew that the man in the White House would turn out as bad as he did?

Maybe if they had known, things would have been different, but as he thought about it, he was rather glad there weren’t any personal computers, or search engines then. They had more fun, more intimacy not knowing, and it was that intimacy that gave him his memories today. Not all pleasant, but then Life wasn’t always pleasant.

He had more good times than he realized, and even his memories of Bobby were better for how it had all been back then. Sure, they ran the risk of being beaten up, of being arrested, but it only added to the thrill, to the spice of their feelings for each other. Bobby was that special, worth going to jail for, worth being beaten up for. Not what he could say about some who came afterwards, that was for sure.

Still, thinking back, to those first efforts at being more sexual, at engaging in real man sex, was something to savour. Funny too how instinct took over at times, how Bobby and he, figured out to make sure and not eat much before going out for some ‘bush time’ as Bobby called it. He always could turn something that everyone thought was dirty, into something special.

It was him who figured out that before one put their dick inside, that you had to have some lubrication, and you had to sort of just, well loosen a guy up too, after all, those dicks did look rather big for such a tiny hole.

The talk was rough, as they tried to figure out how to do it all, how to come together, and how his legs would get in the way, or how Bobby would sometimes rush too much. All of that he remembered now, and at how much those first tries hurt. Not like how it was since, because now he knew, that first was the pain, then the pleasure. Back then, well who knew?

AIDS was still years from being discovered, but something made them use Condoms. He chuckled as he thought about that, at how Bobby had brought the subject up. He had been looking at the ground, when he reached inside his pant pocket, and pulled out the plastic package. Dan knew what it was, and he had looked up at Bobby, who grinned, as he said:

I don’t want to get you pregnant, your father would skin me alive

How could you not fall for a guy who could make a serious situation turn into a good laugh? He had wondered about using them himself, but Bobby had sensed it, and made it all work out. That was Bobby, and so maybe it was why he had been spared all the pain that hit the gay community years later?

He never thought about it before, but maybe the way he had started out, using Condoms, had kept him safe, had made the difference between him donating money for AIDS research, and from being a name on a quilt? He shivered a little at the thought, sipped more of the coffee as he tried to change his mood.

Reflections were not always good for the soul, so he thought, yet today it was about all he could do. To think about how his father had beamed at him, when they rolled the old truck out, how his mother had smiled as she saw the name in bright colors on the side of that truck. Or maybe it was just as how happy her son had looked, standing next to his father?

Those were good memories, just as thinking about Bobby was a good memory. There were so many good times, even the failed attempts at having intercourse. They sure were a couple of Klutzes back then, until that last time together. Somehow, he never really thought about that day, about how they managed to find the time to not just be together, but how everything seemed to just click.

How Bobby had met him on his route, had rode with him back to his home, without really saying a word. How apprehensive he had been through the whole day, and then getting home, to find his mother and father all dressed up. He had thought something bad had happened, but it was some family thing, meaning they were going to drive up, take a day off actually so they could drive to the affair.

It meant he would have to do it all himself in the morning, and when his mother had asked Bobby if he could help, it suddenly dawned on Dan, he’d have the house to himself, safely for the whole night. When he turned to see if Bobby would agree to his mother’s suggestion, the expression on his face almost made him laugh out loud. Then as Bobby agreed, and he turned to wish his parents a safe trip, he saw that twinkle in her eye.

She knew what was going to happen, and for a moment he felt his heart skip a beat, as she ran her hand down the side of his face. She kissed him, still with that twinkle, as she told him to remember to get to bed early, and then left.

It was unreal, and so strange to suddenly be at home, all alone, except for Bobby standing next to him. He felt Bobby’s hand brush his buttocks, and felt a growing ache there, as the car backed out and made its way down the street. They just stood there, watching, a bit unsure of what was going to happen.

Closing the door, he figured that they’d suddenly be in each other’s arms, but it didn’t turn out that way. Bobby, merely smiled at him, then asked what time they had to get up. When he heard, his face went a strange color, then he asked to use the phone. It wasn’t at all what he had expected, certainly not for guys their age, but then, it wasn’t like they hadn’t messed around.

Still it had been surprising, and when Bobby had returned from the kitchen, he was back to normal. No sullen face, no droopy eyes, but instead he had that wicked grin that always meant he was horny. Checking his crotch, Dan couldn’t help but see that his hunch had been right.

Reaching out with one hand, he took Dan’s hand, and looked up at the stairs, then over at Dan. ‘Time we got it right’ and with that little grin on his face he had taken him up to Dan’s own room. It was odd, being led to his bedroom, and then to walk in and be taken into Bobby’s arms.

The kiss was tender, not rushed. It made his whole body tingle, he remembered, and something else begin to get a bit harder. Still, Bobby wasn’t about to rush things, least not right off. They did have the whole afternoon and evening, and the kiss led to a sort of strip tease that he still could remember. How Bobby would take his shirt off, then wait for Dan to take Bobby’s shirt off. A sort of give and take until both of them were standing in the middle of Dan’s room, totally naked. Both of their dicks fully aroused, sticking straight out from their bodies.

Dan recalled how Bobby kissed him, then slowly began to let himself slide down to his knees, kissing Dan’s body all over. How he would kiss him lightly, then press his lips hard at another spot, or he’d lick Dan’s burning flesh and suddenly stop, to kiss a spot, to let his tongue flick back and forth against a certain spot, until eventually Bobby was on his knees, his face level with Dan’s hard cock.

How he had trembled as Bobby took hold of his penis, right at the base, then moved his head forward, to lightly kiss the cock head. Every part of his body was quivering to that touch, to the feel. His hips jerked a bit, as Bobby leaned back, telling him to be patient. It had made him smile, as he rested his hands on Bobby’s shoulders, feeling his insides turning to jelly.

Nothing had ever felt better, than when Bobby had the urge to taste dick. How he would work his tongue, as he would lick at the underside, right up to where his sac met his shaft. How his tongue would flick and taste him, then he would kiss him in the same spot just kissed by his tongue. Every nerve inside would tingle, as Bobby would take his time, bringing him higher and higher with each touch, each caress.

Letting his tongue circle lightly around the cap behind his cock head would make him groan, moan louder as the raspy edged tongue brushed past his skin. He would tighten his grip, but this night Bobby leaned back, letting him shudder, unfulfilled. Instead he just looked up at him, his eyes glowing, as he massaged Dan’s thighs, then reached around, to squeeze his butt cheeks. As if checking to see if they were fresh, like one did with bread in the supermarket.

Grinning, he pinched his leg, then sort of pushed him backwards, until Dan fell against his bed, falling down onto it. He bounced, taken by surprise, and as he came back up from his second bounce, there was Bobby, to lay on top of him. It all felt so unreal, so special, as they both squirmed their way so they were fully on the bed.

Bobby continued to kiss him, to touch him so gently that every hair on his body was standing on edge. His nerves were on edge, every muscle was coiled up inside, nervously waiting for Bobby. Yet he didn’t reach for him, instead he licked at Dan’s nipples, nibbling them really.

Sitting in his kitchen, he thought he could still feel those teeth, pulling at his nipple, holding it firmly between them. His hand moved up, and ran lightly over his chest, as his eyes closed, as his mind flashed back to that time, to that moment. It was like yesterday, as he felt the sharp little pain, the way the teeth pulled, then the tongue would lick around the still shaking flesh of the nipple.

Bobby’s hands were all over him, touching him, caressing him or prodding him, as he lay on top of Dan. He felt so alive then, so loved, that he couldn’t help but whimper a little, as Bobby continued to just touch him. It was unreal, how hot it made him, how the sweat was beading up and rolling down his body. Nothing had ever felt so good, as he felt the hand reaching for his stiff pole, giving it a quick stroke.

Then the hand moved down, to prod at his testicles, to make them ache in a way Dan had never felt before. The fingers poked at his leathery sac, then slid down, to lightly caress the spot just between his balls and his rectum. They pressed lightly, each stroke making his cock jerk, making Dan begin to pant a bit, as his heart started to race faster. His eyes were blinking, seeing strange flashes of light, brilliant colors that popped into view, then disappeared.

The finger moved further backwards, between his cheeks, and Dan could feel it move up his tender valley until it was nestled up against his tight little hole. He could feel himself pucker, feel the muscles around the tiny entrance quiver. His legs stiffened, as the finger begin to probe his hole, to circle it and as Bobby’s hot breath blew across his belly.

The kiss on his groin made him gasp for air, as the finger quickly penetrated him at the same time. He felt like he was in heaven, as the pain of penetration passed quickly. The kiss on his groin, the hot breath against his pubic hairs, only made him shake, shudder with desire. The press of the finger inside was slow and steady. He pressed down onto the finger, enjoying its presence for the first time. There wasn’t the pain, the uncomfortable feeling he had the other times.

It just felt right, as Bobby moved his finger around, moved it slowly in and out, all the time kissing his belly, his groin. He even licked at his cock, while his finger was probing him, until he began to beg him, to have him take him. Yet Bobby didn’t stop, he added a second finger, which Dan pressed down even harder upon, wanting it all inside of him. He could feel the knuckle up against his hole, his cheeks spread wide.

His feet moved apart, flat on the bed, his knees up and also spread apart, as Bobby continued to dig deep into him, with his two fingers. He moved them around, making them twist inside. Bobby lowered his head, but this time he didn’t kiss his belly, didn’t lick at his cock, but took it deep into his mouth. His hands now moved to rest under his thighs, and he squirmed around, between Dan’s legs. Then he felt the shoulders press up against him, and he knew what Bobby wanted. His own hands left their grip of Bobby’s shaggy hair, and he pulled his legs up and took hold of his ankles. He settled him on the bed, his head looked down his chest and up at Bobby.

Staring into his eyes he saw the glint, the glimmer of light His chest heaved, as he sucked in some air, then held it, as he watched Bobby unroll a condom down his cock and then glance up at Dan. Their eyes met and he could feel his passion, feel it as if it had suddenly become a bridge between them. Like tiny tentacles, he let his desire for Bobby, mingle with Bobby’s desire for him.

The press of Bobby’s cock head against his tiny hole, made him suck in more air, look deeper into Bobby’s eyes. He was ready, he knew it, as he felt the pressure building around his tiny hole, felt his muscle beginning to protest the assault. He breathed out, exhaling all that air, just as the cock head pressed past his muscles.

Pain, sharp and intense rolled up his spine, making him cry out. For a second, Bobby held himself still, until once more Dan was begging, urging him on. He couldn’t help himself, the pain was unbelievable, just like before, but yet it felt different. It was like it wasn’t a bad pain, but a good pain, as he felt his hands slip from his ankles, fall to the bed hard. He managed to keep his legs up high over his head, as he struck the side of the bed, as the waves of pain raced through his whole body.

Bobby was huffing, sweat was falling from his forehead onto Dan’s scrunched up chest, as the cock drove deep into him, then pulled back, to once more drive in. Bobby kept it slow and steady, making Dan moan and making Dan’s head roll from side to side, as he let the pain inside turn into nothing but pure pleasure. He groaned his satisfaction, telling him how good it felt, how great it was, how he wanted him to go faster, and faster. Bobby seemed to hear him, as his thrusts begun to get just that, faster.

He could feel the long pole driving into him, then as it pulled back, Dan could feel his muscles protesting, struggling to keep the thick pole inside. Then, just as he thought it would leave, it would come rushing back to him. He would try to meet it, his body arching upwards, to greet Bobby’s downward thrust.

Dan leaned back in his kitchen chair, remembering how it had felt, feeling it even now. How hard it had felt, how thick and how full he felt. Nothing was forgotten, not even how it kept going faster and faster while the sun shone in through his bedroom window. How he could just imagine the squirrels in the trees shaking their heads and bushy tails at the strange sounds coming from the humans.

It gave him a smile, as he felt the ache inside, realizing just how good it had really felt, as Bobby had fucked him. The way his hips would move, shake, and twist too, as he drove his cock into Dan’s ass. Just as if it was last night, he could feel it now. The dull ache inside, the way it had felt when his own cock had been jerking between their sweaty bodies, and then how suddenly he knew he was going to shoot his load.

How he had felt panic at the idea of cumming, while Bobby was still deep inside of him. How high his voice had sounded as he yelled he was gonna shoot, how it made Bobby pump his ass even faster, harder. He didn’t think it could be possible, but Bobby’s cock was somehow moving faster, pounding his insides. The sound of his groin slapping into his sweaty butt cheeks only made the ache in his body worse.

Dan remembered how it felt, how his balls had slung upwards, then suddenly drop as their precious milk was released. He could still feel how thrilling it felt to feel his cum moving out from his balls, filling the shaft, then streaming out in a wild stream. How drops of his cum struck his own chin, how it hit Bobby’s one nipple, how it hung for a millisecond on his chest, before slowly sliding down, pushing the tiny tufts of hair down.

How good it felt was not something he would ever forget, even with his last breath of life, he knew he would remember how it felt to feel the cock inside of him, to feel it grow as his body shuddered from his own ejaculation. How he heard Bobby scream, heard that piercing cry as suddenly his insides were empty, and a gooey plastic unrolled condom was laying over his thigh, while the cock it had held, was now aimed right at him.

It was eerie and yet exciting to watch the head rear back, to see the blurred motion of the hand that gripped it become more blurred, as the head seemed to vibrate, then as it shot forward, to see the long trail of milky white cum fly out from the clenched fist. He could still feel his body shrink into the bed, as the hot splash of Bobby’s cum struck his stomach.

Dan remembered how he had flinched as the long stream of hot cum struck, how his muscles beneath his stomach suddenly uncoiled, how his whole body was nothing but a massive rolling mound of flesh. How every pore in his body was streaming sweat, as he flinched to the second stream that struck his inner thigh. He felt like he was being hit by live flames of fire, yet the instant after it touched, it was cooling.

Nothing could ever be any better than that, but then that was just the afternoon. Dan looked down into his coffee cup, wondering what it would be like today, if he had done more, said more back then? Would Bobby have come back to him, would he be retiring now, or would he have sold out long ago?

He sighed as he made his way to his bedroom. So much had happened, and now that he had the time, what did he have to show for it? Some cash in the bank? A paid up house, shiny new SUV and a house at the lake, but those were just material things. There wasn’t anyone to share it with, to help him enjoy it all, and yet, at the back of his mind, he wondered if he would trade all that, to have someone here with him now, someone like Bobby?

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