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9Aug

Entering the Dark Side (2)

Entering the Dark Side

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (2)

The silence was uncomfortable. He couldn’t help himself staring, and yet it seemed that Dix was totally impervious to his stares, or his needs. It was like a test of wills, in some ways. How he had a sort of blank stare on his face, while Mark stood there, sweating.

Staring at the phone, he remembered just how it all felt, how he felt annoyed at first, then self conscious, then scared, as Dix just stared at him. Eventually he managed to avert his gaze, and it was shortly after that he was ordered to get on the table. It was like a sudden surge of relief, and anxiety all rolled into one.

He stretched out on the table, and felt the hands pulling him, positioning him slightly differently. His neck was resting on a rolled up leather tube, that gave him support. Then came the restraints. Each one was carefully tightened over his wrists and ankles, making it impossible for him to move.

Mark felt Dix’s presence, as he came close, and whispered into his ear: ‘What is your safe word?

Immediately he answered, ‘Demon, Sir’ which got him a pat on the head. In some ways, it was rather exciting, to feel that gentle little pat on his head, more rewarding than any words could make him feel. It was strange, thinking of that now, of those little touches, little signs of doing something right. He could still feel the pride, the warmth with each pat, each gentle caress that it earned him.

While other sex, they had always expressed their pleasure, this was different. It was in the moment, not afterwards, and it wasn’t words either. You expected those words after a hard fuck, or long tasty blow job. Yet that was during the sex, and he settled back into his couch, feeling the twinge, yet feeling that pleasure too.

Funny how it all seemed to mingle together, as he struggled with deciding on whether to call or not. Some of what had happened, scared the shit out of him, yet at the same time, the good feelings far outweighed the others. And to be honest, he wasn’t so sure the others were bad, just that they were new to him.

The whip for instance. How sinister it looked in Dix’s hand, as he held over Mark’s face that first time. How the strands of leather hung from it (*known as falls), lightly touching the cheek of his face. How his eyes fixed on the hard knot at the end, where it joined the handle, and how dark it all looked in the flickering candle light. He had swallowed hard, as Dix held it near his face.

They had mentioned corporal punishment, and how he might want to try being disciplined with a variety of tools. A cane, a riding crop, and even a hand whip were mentioned, which he had agreed to. Now seeing it, well he was having more than second thoughts.

Yet Dix just stared at him, that little evil grin on his face, as he ran the leather straps down the side of Mark’s face, then under his chin. He used it to lift his chin up, ordering him to keep his head that way, as he let the leather lightly caress his throat, then down the centre of Mark’s chest.

He felt his muscles coil, felt his heart race a bit, as the falls continued to lightly move down his chest, towards his crotch. How Dix let them dangle, let them tease him, was making him both nervous and excited. He was afraid he couldn’t handle them, with any force, yet their slow movement across his flesh made him ache to feel it, to have them lash out and strike.

When Dix moved them down between his legs, how they lay across his groin, then around his hard dick, made him wet his lips. He felt strangely excited, more alive and sensitive to each touch of the falls, thongs, that he felt his balls swelling, felt the cum swirling inside, wanting to escape.

The muscles along the inside of his thighs quivered, as the leather slid past them, making his nerves tingle in anticipation, then when Dix suddenly pushed them up and under his balls, he moaned. He felt the hard knob of where the leather falls had been gathered together, felt it press up against the root of his cock. He felt his body arch upwards, felt his legs strain at the ankle restraints.

Then suddenly they were gone, the feeling was just taken away. His body slumped back to the table, his heart felt disappointed, as he felt the ache in his balls, and in his ass too. He had thought for sure there would be more.

A creaking sound made him flinch, but he kept his head tilted back, as ordered. He felt a sudden burning sensation across his groin, felt his cock jerk as something hot hit the shaft, then across his cock head. He cried out in surprise, as more drops of hot liquid dripped onto his groin, drying almost instantly. He had no idea what it was, as he lay there, head tilted back. He so wanted to lift it up, to stare down his body, but he was too afraid of what Dix would do.

His balls were suddenly grabbed. Mark felt the hand take them both, and squeeze, making him wince, then cry out a bit, as the hand twisted his balls, then pushed them inwards, as if to crush them back into his body. His legs twitched, at the pain that came up his backside, then it suddenly ended. He breathed in deeply, as his hard pole was now grasped by a hand, tightly squeezing the base of it. He moaned a bit, as the hand pushed up and down for a few quick hard strokes. His head move a bit, side to side, which brought a slap to one hip.

Keep still’ was ordered, and Mark struggled to obey, to not move, but it was hard to do, as the waves of pleasure and pain continued to race up his body from his cock. He felt himself moaning, felt his body shaking as the hand clasped his dick even harder, almost as if to strangle it.

The hand moved down under his cock, pushing his balls upwards, then two hard fingers began to massage his crack, to run up and down between his cheeks. He wanted to lift his legs up, to let the fingers have more access, but he couldn’t. His restraints made it impossible for him to shift himself much, plus he had been told to stay still.

It was agony, as the fingers moved up and down, then twirled around his tight hole. He felt the tips brushing past, lightly pulling at the muscle, lightly opening it. He moaned more as the fingers began to concentrate just on his hole, on the tiny sphincter muscle around it.

The penetration was quick and hard. Mark cried out as suddenly not one, but both fingers were digging into his insides, his muscles unable to prevent their entry. They move in deep and hard. He felt his insides protest, felt his body arch upwards, that got him another hard slap on a side of his body, around his buttocks.

It hurt, and yet as the fingers moved in and out, in a steady but fast motion, he also felt the pleasure such penetration eventually delivered. His head ached, and he could feel the sweat dripping from his forehead, as Dix worked his hole. Soon a third finger was pushing in, making his insides stretch even more. He cried out, a sort of muffled moan, that made the fingers twist a bit, as they pushed hard inside.

Mark had no idea for how long he was fingered, but he felt the change, when his throbbing cock was suddenly engulfed in a warm wetness. He cried out, as Dix’s lips wrapped around his cock, and slid down, while three fingers probed his insides. He felt his body arch up, to meet Dix’s mouth, to escape the fingers.

Dix let his mouth take him all, every inch of his throbbing cock. He felt the man’s nose pressing into his soft belly, felt his face on his groin, as his cock was deep inside of his mouth. His body shuddered, as the tongue licked at the throbbing veins around his cock, as his balls began to throb as well. He wanted to cum, felt his balls getting ready, when once more all of the sensations just ended.

He could hear himself panting, as his body relaxed on the table. Every nerve inside of him was screaming, wanting more, as he struggled to gulp in air. The flickering candle lights made him blink several times, when he felt Dix’s hand push his head back, so it rested in a more normal position.

Thinking about it now, he also realized that not once, during the entire session, had his dick softened. Not for one single moment, did his dick soften or even slightly soften. It kept hard, throughout, which was unusual for him. Not that he had problems keeping it up, just that at certain moments, it would relax, as he and his partner gathered themselves for the next bit of fun.

Funny how that hadn’t happened last night, or for that matter, how during those odd little breaks, those moments of nothing but silence, how his dick seemed to ache even more, seemed to throb just that much more. It was like it hated the break, anticipated more happening, which it never did. In some ways, it was as if his dick knew more of what was happening than his mind.

The whole night had been like that too, nothing seemed expected, yet when things happened, his body was like amazed, taken by complete surprise. Every nerve in his body never seemed to totally relax, but his dick, just seemed to know more was coming. Not once, which really was remarkable, given how long he had been there.

His arms and legs were sore, from being stretched out for so long, but he didn’t complain. One more of the rules he remembered, which was to not speak, unless to utter the safe word, or to reply to a command. For him, that was different. He was a surveyor, used to giving orders to others, to move this way or that way, yet here he was, the one taking the orders.

In his other life, his sex life before last night, he was the aggressor, the top. He was the one who decided what would be done, when and how. If he liked the guy’s looks, how his dick hung, he’d suck him off. If not, well the hand was a good tool at times, and rarely did he ever meet someone that he wanted to rim. Though he liked receiving it, he wasn’t a fan of ass sucking.

He had told Dix that, who simply told him, if he wanted his ass licked, he had to do it. That had been a tough call to make, sitting drinking some coffee in a rather ornate room. Yet he had bitten the bullet, realizing that Dix was pushing him, testing him. Agreeing that he would rim Dix, if ordered to, was just one more way he felt himself submitting to the will of another. At first glance, Dix would not be one he would normally choose to give a rim job to.

Everything kept playing over in his mind, running together. How he had sat agreeing to do things, then actually doing them, or not. It all seemed like one blurred picture, yet distinct enough to make him ache for more, even now, hours later. In some ways, it felt like maybe he was just some sicko, yet at the same time, he felt so alive, so full of life.

Okay he hadn’t had much sleep, and had been sitting here for what seemed like hours, but he felt tingly all over. Sure, he didn’t like everything that he had done last night, or had done to him, but it was the whole package, that had him feeling so invigorated. It was almost as if he had a brand new perspective on things, even work.

Having his morning coffee was even different now. It kept reminding him of Dix, of that room, of those papers. It also reminded him of his decision, of having to make a choice. Glancing at the clock, he realized that time was starting to run out, that he had only minutes to decide.

There was no doubt that if he was late, if his clock was off by a minute or two, it wouldn’t matter. He’d be shit out of luck, which made him pick up the phone. He knew inside what he wanted, how he wanted to keep on feeling, yet his mind was still opposing him. It was still throwing up roadblocks, playing to his fears.

Like how Dix made him suck him off, was one thing that had nearly made him use the safe word that night. How he had stuffed his own uncut cock into Mark’s mouth, forcing it past his lips and down into his throat. How he had nearly choked on it, and how Dix kept at him to take it all, to suck the whole thing, had made him panic.

It wasn’t like he hadn’t deep throated a dick before, some even a bigger than Dix’s eight inches, but the way it was just thrust into his mouth, at how the hand grabbed at his hair, lifting his head up, to take the whole cock straight in.

No preliminaries, no warnings, just suddenly his head was being lifted up by the roots of his hair, the smell of stale sweat filling his nostrils, then the thick pole being stuffed down his mouth. How it hurt his jaw, made his tongue flatten all came back to him, as he held the phone in one hand.

Mark had nearly thrown up. Not once, but three times, as Dix was merciless. He kept pushing it in and out, forcing Mark to take it, making Mark gag more than once. It was rough, hard, and yet it made his body tingle, made his own cock jerk a bit as he tried to swallow the cock, to let his throat muscles relax.

It had gone on for several minutes. He had felt the skin tighten around Dix’s shaft, felt the head become more noticeable as the foreskin was held back. He tasted his salty precum too, which seemed to be never ending. It made him nearly toss his cookies, but he held back, afraid to let his natural urges take over. Dix had pounded his face for what seemed forever, then like everything else, it just ended.

For several minutes afterwards, he coughed, trying to get his throat relax, wondering when the next assault on his mouth would happen. His body ached too, as he slowly stopped panting, gradually feeling his throat ease. It was then, when Dix once more brought out the whip.

Mark had been turned over, but in a different way than before. His head now hung over the table, his arms were stretched out and downwards, towards his feet. His legs still spread far apart, but they felt different.

Dix held the whip under his face, so he could see it, then once again he brought Mark’s face up, using the hard end. Mark stared into Dix’s eyes, saw that same little grin, saw the sparkle in the eyes too, which made him tremble. He was in position to being whipped, and he knew it. It scared him as Dix stared at him, then once more let his head fall back down. The falls moved across his cheek, then up over his shoulder.

Mark felt his body shake, felt his arm twitch as the leather moved lightly over his shoulder blades, and along the back of his neck, then gradually down his spine. He felt them brushing past his lower back, to rest around the top of his buttocks and back. He felt himself licking his lips, then biting lightly at his lower lip, as the leather pieces just sat there, as if trying to choose where to strike him.

His muscles were once more coiled up, as Dix moved them down one of his butt cheeks, then down between his legs. A hand reached out and underneath to grab hold of his scrotum, and pull them back, so they were between his legs, but visible, not hidden by his lower body.

Down the inside of his leg they moved, slowly and lightly, until they curled around his foot, then back up Dix took them, to once more tease his buttocks. He felt the hard knob suddenly push between his cheeks, then he felt the soft leather caress his exposed balls. He felt frightened, wondering if Dix was going to whip his balls, or worse, reach out and push his hard dick down, and whip that.

Strange thoughts had run through his mind, as Dix just stopped the motion. The leather straps rested on his balls, and Mark could hear his heavy breathing as he waited for the pain to come. He felt his nerves tingling, felt his body grow taut, in anticipation, but instead nothing happened. He felt slightly deflated, when the loud whack echoed in the room.

Mark cried out instinctively, as he felt the hard blow across both cheeks. He only felt the one, realizing that it was something else that had hit his cheeks. The warmth was creeping up from where he had been struck, as the next blow landed just above the first. He kept quiet this time, biting on his lower lip as the pain and warmth, both made their way up his spine and through his whole body.

He flinched after the third blow landed just below the first one. His legs jerked as he felt the tingling of his body, as he felt his balls suddenly swell up and try to push up into his belly, then sag down. A fourth blow was not so straight across, but more on a diagonal, cutting across the three previous blows. He felt himself groan, felt his toes curl up a bit and his legs jerk.

The restraints hurt as his arms pulled at them, as well as his legs, as each blow landed, all on different spots of his fleshy cheeks. He felt the warmth become a solid wave, felt the pain become a bit more intense. Each blow was deliberate and full on to his cheeks, which he could feel shake after the landing of them. His eyes were clenched shut, as each blow struck, his teeth digging into the lower lip, making his cries muffled.

The table creaked, and he felt something wedge between the burning flesh of his buttocks. His head was in a cloud, as he felt the hard press of a thick pole, thinking it was the cane or riding crop that Dix must have used on him. He gritted his teeth, as suddenly he felt the thick knob pressing up against his hole, then slice inside.

He cried out, straining at the restraints as his whole body trembled. His legs grew taut, as did his arms, as they struggled to break free of the restraints. Yet even as he thrashed around, he felt the pain race up his spine, making him even more tense, more tight.

Whatever it was, it was in quickly, stretching his insides like nothing else had so far that night. He cried out, his hands balled up into fists, as he realized that whatever it was, it wasn’t a cane or riding crop, it was just too thick for that. Mark felt his body shaking, as the hard object drove deep into him, making his insides stretch beyond their breaking point. He felt them ache, felt them protest, as the hard pole shaped object stopped its drive in, then began to pull back.

He realized then, that it was Dix’s hard cock. The pain inside only grew, despite knowing what was being impaled into his body. The hard slap of Dix’s groin into his cheeks only added to his groans. He felt each thrust, that seemed to drive in deeper than the previous one. His whole body shook, as he twisted his head from side to side, as the hard cock dove in. Then it would stop for a brief second, before being very slowly withdrawn, to where just the cock head was inside of him.

Each thrust made him jump, made him strain at his restraints. He cried out, wanting to call out ‘demon’ but he didn’t. He bit his lip, until he tasted blood, as the hard pole would dive deep into him. Each thrust going further, each thrust forcing all of Dix’s weight to force him flat against the hard wooden surface of the table. He cried out, but stopped short of yelling out ‘demon’.

While his body struggled with the pain, the fullness inside, his mind grew stubborn, refusing to let him give him. It kept telling him to take it, to not think of the word, to not think of ending the pain, that was filling his whole body. He let himself take it, believing Dix was merely testing him, to see if he was worthy of more, or being allowed to cum.

His cock ached as it slid up and down against the hard table. How his taut belly rubbed one side, the hard wood the other. It made him groan, made his legs twitch, his arms strain. Each crushing thrust brought a sort of grunt from Dix, but that was it, as he felt himself getting closer, nearing the point of orgasm.

The pain inside stopped as suddenly as it had come to him. He felt his chest heave, felt his heart still pounding despite the lack of any pressure on his backside. Then his head was once more held in a vice like grip, and his eyes opened, to see the massive cock in front. Before he could say or do a thing, it was being driven into his mouth. Once more he felt his throat constrict, felt it try to stop the thick pole from entering, but he failed.

Only this time, it didn’t seem to take him as long to relax his muscles. Then too, the thrusts were quick, and hard, when he felt the fingers pulling at his hair, as he felt them yank hard, as the cock was thrust deep down into his throat, further than before. He smelled the testosterone, smelled that man aroma, and as his nostrils flared, he felt the jerk of the cock.

He knew what was to come, but then suddenly the hard thrusts ended. The thick pole was taken out and all Mark could hear was the heavy panting from both himself, and Dix. Then he felt a hand reaching down underneath his heaving body, and take hold of his cock. The fingers wrapped around it, and stroked it while he lay on top.

There was no way he could hold back, on the third stroke he felt himself explode, felt his balls suddenly empty their contents. He felt his cock shake, felt it tremble in between the hand that was sliding along its length. He cried out, yelling he was cumming.

He was too late in shouting his warning, as the hand suddenly stopped moving. Yet he felt his whole body shudder, felt the explosion of his milk as it raced through his cock, streaming out onto the table and along his heaving chest. Mark felt his muscles suddenly collapse, his whole body shaking. Every part of him was suddenly exhausted, as his cum spewed out. The hand that held his dick, was quickly removed, but he still shot a small final load of cum.

Mark lay there, slowly letting his body return to normal. There wasn’t any other sounds really, just his own panting breathing. He didn’t know what to do, or if that was the end of it, as he felt completely exhausted. His ass hurt from the caning, his legs and arms hurt from how he had thrashed while taking Dix’s cock, but he didn’t want it to be over. He wanted more, wanted to take Dix again in his ass, but he wasn’t even sure if Dix was still in the room, it was devoid of any other sound, but his own.

He was beginning to wonder if Dix had left, when he felt the restraint on an ankle loosen, then another. The wrists were last to come off, as he lay there, totally spent. His body ached, as he didn’t have any strength to even lift his head up, to try and see where Dix was.

His body flinched, as once more he felt the leather straps on his shoulder. His head turned to see Dix standing near him. His eyes were narrow, sort of slanted, as he told him to get off the table and get down on his knees. Mark swallowed, not sure if he could do it, but he managed to push himself up, then slide his legs off the table.

Holding on, he lowered himself off, to kneel at the side of the table. His eyes followed Dix’s every movement, not sure what was going to happen. His lips felt bruised, and he could still taste his blood, as Dix moved to stand right in front of Mark.

He had one hand holding his cock, which was still hard. Mark noticed how the cock head was still so purple in color, so full too. It made him lick his lips, which seemed to get Dix to smile. Then, before he could move, Dix had his other hand around the back of Mark’s head, and was holding it tightly, as he moved in closer, and shoved his cock towards Mark’s mouth.

There was no need for any words, as he quickly opened his mouth, to let Dix ram the hard cock past his bruised lips. He felt it push inwards, once more filling his mouth and throat with its thickness and length. The cock was shoved in as far as possible. He could feel Dix’s pubic hairs rubbing up against his face, smell them, as Dix began to twist and turn his hips.

It didn’t take him long either, before he was pounding Mark’s face with his hard dick. The one hand behind his head, kept him from moving away, made him take every inch of that cock down into his throat. He felt his body shaking still, as Dix pounded his face. He could hear the man’s breathing growing shorter, feel the thrusts coming faster, when Dix just pulled it all out.

Before he could close his mouth, he felt the stinging stream of hot cum splatter across his face. He heard the low groan too, as the hot cum struck him. He closed his eyes briefly, but then couldn’t resist opening them again, to watch the stream of milky cum shoot out from the cock head. He licked at his lips, tasting the cum, as more shot out. He felt it hit him, as Dix stroked his cock a few more times, before it was all over.

Mark leaned back against the table, totally exhausted, covered in Dix’s cum. His own belly and chest had his own dried seed on it, as he looked over at Dix, who still stood there, staring back at him.

It was shortly after that, when Dix had told him that if he wanted more, if he wanted to not have sessions end so quick, that he would have to call tomorrow, to confirm his desire for more advanced training. It was said so softly, so low, that he had trouble picking up each word, yet when he did, he felt his body shake. It was like he was on the edge of a cliff, about to fall off.

Looking down, at the phone in his hand, he felt himself shake all over again. It was as if he could hear Dix now, telling him that there was lots to learn, that it would take months before he could really call himself trained. Mark felt the sweat on the palms of his hand, as his eyes stared up at the clock. Licking his lips, he began to punch the numbers, realizing that time was nearly gone, that his chance to enjoy it all, was about gone.

Mark fumbled with the phone, having to hit cancel twice, before he finally got the numbers pressed. He waited, looking at the clock, waiting. His body was tense, as he realized how close it was to the time limit set by Dix.

please, let my clock be fast, please oh please’ he kept saying as he waited for Dix to answer the phone.

Scenes from the Dungeon
Scenes from the Dungeon

14Jun

A Hidden Treasure

A Hidden Treasure

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (-)

Kyle stood up and walked over to the edge. He stared down at the dark shapes beneath his bare feet, then glanced up to see the sky beginning to brighten. Sun rise wasn’t far off, judging by the growing lightness around him. He felt the soft breeze blowing across his toned body. It felt good to be standing there, despite the slight chill in the air.

Looking out, he could see the sky brightening, and he felt slightly sad, that another night had come to an end. Turning around, he saw the curled up figure on the sleeping bag, the bare legs just sticking out from under a casually wrapped blanket. A small smile curled around his lips, as he stared at his sleeping friend.

They had come up here, after the party down in the valley, and it had been a night he would always remember. He chuckled a little, as the sun began to peep up over the horizon. Soon, he’d have to go back, in case anyone was out bird watching and saw him standing here, starkers. Knowing how people in the small town below were, he was certain they’d be calling the cops, complaining about some sex maniac up on the mountain top, by the old water station.

He still had time, he figured, as he raised his hands up and spread them out, letting the wind blow across his naked frame. Slowly he felt the rays of the Sun, as he tilted his head back, and closed his eyes, just enjoying the freedom. To stand there, totally naked, free of clothes, free of people looking at him, free of worry. It felt so good, and yet no one would believe that he would be the kind to do that. To just stand up there, naked, and enjoy it.

Most of his friends, including his sleeping one behind, thought he was too shy for his own good. They always kidded him that he always opened one eye first, to see if anyone was watching, and then he’d open the second, just to double check. He really wasn’t that way, but people, well, they did make him a bit uncomfortable, until he got to know them.

Thinking of that, he couldn’t help but smile, as he felt the wind blowing around him. His legs twitched a bit, and his arms felt a bit heavy, as he kept them spread out, showing off his whole body, to anyone that could see. In all honesty, he doubted anyone could see, but the idea that someone might, was rather invigorating. It made him tremble a bit, and it made his dick quiver as well.

21 years old, and he felt like the world was his, at times. Up here, among the clouds, where people rarely came, he felt like he was a giant, not some 5’9” nobody, like he felt when he was down there, among all those others. How they all put so much stock in height, in being perfect, or seeming to be perfect. He knew it was a mirage, but it didn’t help when some Adonis would walk by, ignoring him totally.

Maybe Sally was right, that he simply needed to stop being so quiet, stop wearing old fashioned clothes that old men wore. It wasn’t that he didn’t like tight fitting clothes, or tank top shirts, it was just that they didn’t suit him. The shirts, well, what did he have to show off? Wasn’t like he had the perfect six pack to display, and while he wasn’t ashamed of his dick, the rest of him was toned, but certainly not bulging with muscles. That was what they wanted, and he simply didn’t have it.

The wind was picking up a bit as he opened his eyes, and let his hands fall to his side. He felt so alive up here, so free, that he felt a bit angry at the Sun, for starting to rise, to signal his return to being just Kyle. Down there he was the one who got the coffee refill, or the basket of bread sticks when the first ran out, but up here, well up here he was someone else. He was the one who rode on top, who made them pant, who made them clutch at the grass in their fist, as he showed them what it meant to be stuffed.

It wasn’t that he was some freak, but he knew how to please, least when he was up here. Down there, well, he just never seemed to find the right words, the right motions, or the right rhythm even. Yet up here, he could find that spot, and hit it time after time. No one he had come up here with, had ever complained. In fact, many had been surprised, because he was different. He acted different too.

Down there, the lights had to be off, the room dark with maybe a candle or two only. Up here, he didn’t care if the damn headlights were on, or if a huge spotlight was shining on him. There he took his time in undressing, sometimes going into the bathroom, then coming out with a towel around his waist. Up here, well, he had stunned a few at how quick he could shed his plain looking clothes. The way he would need to spend more time finding the tossed articles than he took in shucking them off.

This was his place, but soon it would be gone, no longer open to him, or to anyone. The old water tower was going to be taken down, and some government funded crap was going to be set up, here on his mountain top. It made him angry, as he stood there, realizing that with this place gone, he’d never again be the lover he was, when up here.

It was stupid to believe a place could have such a difference, could change a person, but it just did. It was that simple, and so for the last week he had been like some sex machine. Up here every night, with someone different, someone new, to just try and make the memories that could hold him, when down there.

Suddenly he felt deflated, as the idea of losing this place took hold. Damn the world, damn people and damn the Government, he thought. Why did they have to take the one spot that made him feel so alive, so much like a real man? They didn’t need his spot, they could have their stupid whatever anywhere. He didn’t know what they were going to put here, just that it would no longer be accessible, that there would be security guards all the time, that the natural beauty of the place would be ruined, with sterile government buildings and cement parking lots.

No more gravel road to come up here either, but a fully paved road. The big machines were already down at the base, as the day of his doom was fast approaching. Still, he had some time, was making the most of it, but he wanted more. Was he greedy? Shouldn’t he be happy that he had what he had, or was he just too unwilling to make what worked up here, work down there?

Rodney said he could be whatever he wanted, anywhere, that it didn’t take a special place. But he was wrong, he had tried to be the same, down there. It had yet to work, not like up here. Oh there had been flashes, but only flashes. Nothing like how it was up here, where he was the Stud, the one that made the choices, the moves. Up here, he was the one who made others cry out in pleasure, as he shoved his 8 inches deep into various parts of their body.

More importantly, he never needed help in being hard, not up here. It was always hard, the foreskin stretched taut long before he would reach the top. It was always that way, but never down there. It was more like work than pleasure when he was forced to have sex there, but never a chore up here. Here it was like suddenly being in heaven.

Everything clicked when he was up here. He could feel his body tremble, as he felt the growing warmth in the air. Not long now, he thought, as he stared out at the wide expanse of country, all at his feet. He wasn’t some egomaniac either, he wasn’t into control, or into being demanding. He enjoyed sex, in a give an take type of approach. Yet up here, he felt it more, enjoyed it more, whether it was him sucking, or being sucked. Whether it was him driving his dick into a nice tight ass, or if it was his own butt being ploughed.

Blake Mason studs Kyle B & Matt HLike last night, the way it had started out with him servicing his friend, Matt. He had stunned the poor guy, by not only willingly suck his dick, but he managed to suck it all. Now that was something to be proud of, given that Matt had a huge whopper of a dick. He hadn’t measured it, but he would bet all his money that it was bigger than 11 inches. Plus, it was uncut, which only made it even more enjoyable.

So he liked uncut dicks, it didn’t make him a snob. He could enjoy a cock, cut or uncut, with the same degree of pleasure. Still, poor Matt had been a bit surprised by how he had deep throated his whopper. That would be a good memory, to recall how tight it was in his mouth, how full it made him feel. How his tonsils protested, and how the muscles tried to close and not let Matt’s dick in. Still, he hadn’t backed off, or even thought about backing off.

He had wanted that huge dick in his mouth, and Matt didn’t know it then, but Kyle had wanted it up his ass too.

Kyle knew that if he had done Matt down there, he’d never have been able to take that dick up his ass. That would have been a shame, because he really enjoyed taking it. To feel that thick piece of meat tremble as it pushed past his stretched insides. To have felt all of that long shaft, as it filled his insides beyond the point he ever thought possible. To have missed out on that, would have been a tragedy, least in his mind.

Up here, he had not only taken it, but had given it such a good ride, that he had Matt screaming his pleasure. The way he had twisted his body as he took that big shaft, as it had drove deep into him, and how the waves of pleasure just seemed to never end. It had made him lose a few pounds too, from all the sweat that poured from his body, as he took it hard and fast.

While the wind blew around him, he could still hear his own cries, urging Matt to go faster, to pound him harder. He could still feel it, as he reached down & around to feel his cheeks quiver a bit, at the memory of a few hours ago. How good it had felt to feel that pole in there, to feel it reaching deep and pushing at his insides. The way it had dug in, made his body scream in agony, while wanting more.

The way the rolling waves kept his whole body shaking, made him actually pound the ground below him, as each hard thrust tried to bury him into the very dirt. How the blanket was wrapped so tightly in his fists, as the cock jerked from side to side, as Matt moved his hips in a circular motion. How the sound of his big balls slapping up into his butt cheeks echoed in the still of the night.

Gawd, it had been a memorable fuck. One he knew he’d never have a chance at experiencing again, least not the same way as last night. No more Matt’s to seduce, to bring up and amaze with his own sexual prowess. It was about to end, as he looked out at the growing dawn of the day.

The feel of Matt on top of him, of his ragged breath blowing across the nape of his neck. How his sweat poured off his body onto Kyle’s. The way each drop made his body twitch, made him moan even, was amazing. He could still feel the thrill of it, the way his body seemed to ache for Matt, for that giant dick. How great it felt and how sharp the pain had been as it had penetrated him, dug deep past his tiny hole, stretching his insides.

It was making him hard all over again, as his hand reached down for his own uncut dick. He could feel the foreskin growing tighter around his own shaft, as he closed his eyes, thinking of Matt. How his hands had felt as they pushed his buttocks apart, as the two fingers run up and down the valley between his two cheeks. How they twirled around his puckered hole, how they teased it, before suddenly slicing past his guarding muscles.

The sudden entry had made him gasp, as they dug in quick, and deep. Just like how his cock would do it, but he didn’t know that then. Yet he could feel those fingers push in, feel the bare knuckles pushing at his hole, almost as if they wanted to join the fingers inside. How he had moaned then, squirmed a little as Matt twisted the fingers around, pushing at the lining inside of his ass.

Matt knew his stuff too. The way he had kept his fingers inside, while ripping open the condom with his teeth, then unrolling it over that huge cock with his other hand. That was the sign of a real pro, and before Kyle could think much about it, the huge cock was suddenly sliding between his cheeks. He could feel Matt’s legs pushing his legs apart, and he reached behind him, to help by grabbing hold of his own ass cheeks. He dug his fingers deep into his own flesh, then pulled them far apart, as far as he could.

The press of the huge cock head up against his tiny hole made him tremble, made his fingers dig into his flesh even harder. He gritted his teeth, as he breathed in and out very quickly, then he sucked in as much as he could, as he felt Matt starting to press the dick a bit more up against his hole.

He held it as he felt the pain suddenly begin, then he let it out, just at the right moment, as the huge cock split his hole apart. The pain raced up and down his spine, making him cry out, but he didn’t let his hands release his cheeks. He kept them there, trembling, as the huge shaft penetrated him fully.

The cock head made his insides scream, but as he bit his lip, tasted a bit of his own blood, he also felt the warmth rising, the pleasure starting to catch up to the rolling waves of pain. Soon he was feeling totally stuffed, as Matt slowly worked his whole cock into his ass. It hurt, yet didn’t.

He had cried out, but so had Matt. The press of his groin up between his own cheeks had made his whole body shudder. His mind had long since given up protesting, as he let the waves of pleasure overwhelm him. He felt it deep inside, felt his throat catch a little, as he realized what was inside of him. His body ached, as Matt slowly began to push in and out, gradually making him grow accustomed to the huge pole.

Kyle had cried out, but not to stop, but to have Matt really pound him. To have him slam that pole deep into him, and Matt had obliged. Gawd how he had moved, his hips became giant pistons, as he drove his dick in and out faster and faster. The pain was intense, but the pleasure more so.

More he kept yelling, harder he kept begging, as he felt each crushing blow. His body dug hard into the ground, his fists even pounded the hard dirt, as his body was slammed into the dirt with each thrust. The way Matt would make the huge cock corkscrew inside of him, with every other thrust. How it made him cry out his pleasure, how it made his body shake all over.

He could feel it now, feel that huge pole digging into him, as his hand moved up and down his own thickening cock. Feeling the wind, he let his head tilt backwards, his eyes shut tight, as he let last night flash across his vision. He could feel it all over again, feel the hard thrusts, feel how his muscles protested as the pole drove past them, how it felt as he pulled back, for one more hard deep plunge inwards.

He had taken the huge cock for what seem an eternity. To be honest, he really couldn’t remember how long he had lain there, being pounded. Kyle couldn’t care less, as he could still feel it now, and that is what he had wanted. The memory to last, and as his hand flew up and down his own cock, he knew it would last for a long time. How good it felt, how good he felt at being able to do what others couldn’t, which was take that monster dick, and enjoy all of it.

Matt had been impressed, and totally drained. The way he had cried out, had suddenly yanked his big dick out of Kyle’s ass, then scream even more, with Kyle feeling the hot splatter of his cum on his back, before the cries had even reached full throttle. How it had felt as gobs of precious cum had splattered across all of his back, even up into the back of his head, matting his already wet hair.

How it too seemed to go on forever. Just like the hard pounding, the stream of cum seemed endless, as it spurted and spurted, splattering all over his trembling back. Kyle could still feel the remnants of the dried cum on his backside, as his hand pumped his dick. The memory of Matt collapsing on top of him, his still rather impressive cock flopping against the upper thigh, the whole weight of Matt resting on his backside.

The way his chest was heaving, even as he lay there, how the sweat was still dripping off his forehead onto Kyle’s shoulders and back. It was all there again, in front of him, as he felt his balls sling upwards, then fall down. The rolling explosion making his whole body shudder, as he felt his cum begin to spurt through his clenched hand. His cock reared backwards, then sprang forward, the hot cream streaming out, just as it had earlier after Matt had finally found enough energy to roll off Kyle’s back.

It had taken Matt a fair amount of time, to be able to speak, but his eyes had told Kyle all he needed to know then. How they sparkled in amazement, in exhaustion, told it all to him. His body bucked as he saw those sparkling eyes peering over at him, the satisfaction shining through. He felt the cum jetting out between his fingers, as he cried out, as his body exploded to the memory of a few hours ago.

He felt the sun warming his body, as his hand moved up and down his naked body. He felt his own cum being smeared across his chest, that still heaved, as he finally opened his eyes. Off in the distance was the sun, just starting to fill the sky with its brilliance. He felt his body relax, as he breathed in deeply. The soft fragrance of the morning, mixed with the tangy odor of his cum, made him smile. Kyle turned away from the edge, to look over at where Matt was.

His cries must have awakened Matt, as he was sitting up on the sleeping bag, looking towards Kyle. There was a warm smile on his face, as Kyle smiled back, then let his eyes glance downwards. The blanket that had been over Matt’s naked body, had a distinctive tent shape to it. Looking upwards, he saw the eyes sparkling, saw the grin widen as they just looked at each other.

It would be different, to do it one more time, in the light of day, he thought. Then he began to walk down from the little rise, to where Matt waited. As he began to come closer, Matt pushed the blanket off his body, and there it was, once again ready for him. That huge monster dick, fully aroused, as he felt the ache in his buttocks. It was like they were signaling each other, showing their desire, their readiness for more. Who was he to deny what his body and what Matt’s dick wanted?

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On The Run (4)

On The Run

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

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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

7May

Story – Uncle Dan

Uncle Dan

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (1)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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