Burning the Midnight Oil

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (2)

Jimmy still couldn’t quite believe it. How the hell had he missed those signs? More than that, what was going to happen, now that they both were, well outed to each other? Did others at work know, were others at work also, well, also Gay? Man, how could he have been so blind, and yet, to be fair to himself, he really didn’t see how he could have known. Scott always talked about his dates, with girls, and there were a few who showed up too, so it wasn’t like it was just talk. Or was it?

Staring up at him now, seeing how his eyes were fluttering, his nostrils still flaring a bit from his orgasm, well he looked different. Maybe in some way, he had been looking for something obvious, or maybe he just believed in the bullshit that there were signs? Wouldn’t that piss off the religious right, to find out that queers really didn’t have some secret sign, or mark, that made them known to other queers.

He felt a smile on his face, as he too realized how exhausted he was feeling, yet he also was feeling a bit, well, horny. The ache in his butt was growing a bit, as he stared at Scott’s crotch, wondering what it would feel like? Would he be able to take that massive tool, or would he wusse out at the last second? Then too, was that even in the cards? After all, they did have a kiosk to finish setting up.

‘You ready to get back to work sluggard?’

‘Me? You the one who made this small break longer than normal, so don’t call me a sluggard.’

Scott had a rather thoughtful look on his face, as he smiled, but there was something in his eyes, that told Jimmy that he wasn’t perhaps just talking about finishing off the kiosk. Maybe there really was hope for a bit more personal relations between boss and employee?

‘You are just lucky I don’t dock you for it, come on, we got some shelves to put up still, then start humping in the boxes of product. Think you can manage that?’

‘And why wouldn’t I be able to do that?’

‘I don’t know, you young punks tucker out real easy, real men, well, we can keep going for hours.’

Jimmy laughed, as he realized that Scott was indeed talking about more than just the kiosk. Funny, but if he thought about it, well there had been a fair number of those comments before. Problem was, he hadn’t just finished sucking the guy off, to realize he had been talking in code.

‘Listen old man, I can out hump you any day, anytime.’

‘Ya think?’

‘Oh, I know it… old man.’

‘I might just call your bluff, punk.’

‘Go ahead, just make sure you have some oxygen tanks handy, you will need more than one… old man.’

Scott just laughed, and pulled himself upright, and began to turn around, to exit the tight small. His legs brushed up against Jimmy’s which made him look down, at Jimmy’s still naked lower body. His eyes stared for a few seconds at the moving pole, that seemed to be enjoying the sudden attention.

‘Funny, not original, but funny still. Oh, and I have never needed any oxygen, though a few others did, but then, they were about your age… punk.’

With a sort of glazed look in his eyes, Scott left the bathroom stall, letting the door bang a few times. Jimmy heard him wash up quickly, then leave the restroom. He just sat there for a few minutes more, then stood up, pulling his pants back up. There was no doubt that Scott had been talking about doing more, but when?

For a few minutes there, he had thought it would be right there in the bathroom stall, but then they’d never get the kiosk finished. That was one thing about Scott, he took his business seriously. Couldn’t be after either, as Scott had talked about this party for the last week or so, which meant that he’d have to whack off a few times at home, to console himself, or would he?

Making his way back, he almost ran into a few people walking through the mall. He had made his apologizes, but it wasn’t until he had moved on, that he realized he had missed even checking them out. Turning around, he couldn’t help but notice how two of the five guys had pretty good looking butts, yet even as he was looking, he was also comparing them to Scott.

It was like one was nice, a real good bubble butt, yet it just didn’t look as good as Scott’s butt did. The other, well his was interesting but looked rather flabby, something Scott’s behind wasn’t. Strange, how he was now comparing guys to his boss. It wasn’t like him, to fixate on anyone, even if they did meet his criteria. Yet that was what he was doing as he made his way back to the work area, where the kiosk was.

Turning the last corner he saw Trish, standing next to Scott. Suddenly he felt rather angry, to see her there. She was Scott’s latest, or so he had said. It was one reason he hadn’t tumbled to those subtle hints, because in all honesty, Trish was a looker. No way would she be hanging out with a fag, or be patient in getting into his pants either. And from what Scott had said about her, sex had definitely been going on between them.

Still, it shouldn’t bug him, but it was. He felt his body stiffen, felt the anger inside, the desire to scream at her, to tell her to get his fishy hands off his man. The thought, made him pull up, because Scott wasn’t his man. So why did he suddenly want to think he was? Okay, so he was good looking, was the right age, and available, still why did he suddenly assume he was his?

Shaking his head a bit, which got a few looks from some passerby’s, he put a grin on his face, and gave a warm hello to Trish. She turned and smiled at him, a sort of look that showed she appreciated his looks, but one that also said he was way out of her league. If she only knew, he thought, as he grinned back and went on to begin gathering brackets to put in place, for the glass shelving.

Scott was talking to her, in a lowered voice, and he couldn’t make any of the words out. Yet he sensed that she wasn’t very happy at what he was saying. He wanted to look up, to see what Scott’s faced looked like, but he didn’t dare. He felt rather giddy inside, still sort of in shock from the break in the bathroom stall.

Maybe Scott was telling her he couldn’t go to the party with her, maybe tonight was the night for him calling Jimmy’s bluff, though he knew it was no bluff. He was pretty good in the sack, least no one had complained. He also could keep it up, and without needing any blue pill either. In his own mind, he felt rather comfortable in showing Scott, just how much stamina he had. The hard lump in his dick was proof enough. After all, he really did have a good one in the bathroom, but he was ready to go a few more rounds. Least his body seemed to be telling him, specially that ache between his butt cheeks.

Jimmy found his fingers were becoming sweaty, as his mind continued to daydream, to think that tonight wasn’t just going to end with the kiosk being ready. Somehow, inside, he felt like Scott was going to make good on his threat. Time seemed to drag a bit, yet before he knew it, Trish had left, the shelves were all up. All that was left to do, was bring in the inventory & then maybe he could satisfy the growing aches inside. He had managed to avoid staring, too often, yet he knew that when he had, Scott seemed to have been looking too.

Was it maybe regret, or desire? Jimmy wished he could tell, but with Scott, it just seemed like a blank. He had no clue as to what anything meant, if a small wrinkle or curling up his upper lip was good or a bad sign. He felt totally flustered, as he couldn’t help but remember how good Scott had tasted, how powerful his hands had felt, as he held onto Jimmy’s hair.

The unpacking and display was moving along, and as Jimmy reached into the last box, he realized Scott was standing by his side. Looking up at him, he couldn’t help but notice his bulging basket, then at the way the eyes were looking down at him. He was a bit nervous, nearly dropping the fragile carving in his hands.

Clutching the piece, he felt the perspiration trickling down the back of his neck, and the rather trembling shake of his muscles, as he set the piece onto the shelf. It looked perfect, with the price tag dangling just right. He leaned back on his feet, and turned to once more look at his boss, Scott.

‘Done.’

‘I see, and without breaking anything, must be a record.’

‘For you maybe, I don’t break things.’

‘Oh, I think you do, but least it isn’t my stuff. So, you ready to pack it in?’

Jimmy let his head move down, from staring at Scott’s face, to his groin, then lifting his eyebrows, looked back up at him.

‘Always reading to uh, pack it in.’

Scott laughed as he reached down with one hand, to push at his groin, adjusting his bulging basket a bit. The lips were curled upwards, giving his face a rather mischievous look.

‘I am sure you are, grab your stuff, I’ll give you a lift home. Have to make a stop or two on the way.’

Jimmy heard the words, saw the bulge, and yet felt a bit depressed. It was like that was it, there wasn’t going to be any later tonight fun, which he had been hoping for. His body seemed to sag, as he thought that the bulge had been for him, but maybe it was for her, instead. Damn he hated this kind of shit.

After all the guy had gotten him pretty revved up earlier, and all this talk, this banter about taking it, about stamina, and now ‘packing it in’ seemed to say one thing, but mean something totally else. It was a piss off, as he stood up, his own excitement dwindling a bit. Yet he couldn’t help but notice how Scott’s eyes immediately moved down to check him out, as he stood up.

Maybe the guy was just a tease, a flirt who wasn’t really into guys, in the way he was? That could explain why he had such trouble reading him, or figuring out just what he was actually saying. Then too, the way he had cum, it couldn’t just be an act, or about a quick blow job for the sake of Cumming, or could it?

He couldn’t help but dwell on it while in the front seat next to Scott, as they made their way, inevitably to his place. The first stop was at a local liquor store, which only made him more depressed. He figured Scott was stocking up for his date with Trish. There wasn’t much conversation on the way from the mall, to the store, or even as they left it.

Scott seemed preoccupied, and all he could think of was how he wished he could be in Trish’s place tonight, being boned by Scott. He was certain she would be, after all, that was what girls like her wanted. Maybe she saw in Scott a way to get up in the world too, as he was young, successful in business, so naturally she’d want to snag him. And what else did she have, but her body? Not that he wasn’t above using his, for his needs, but she was so obvious.

As the car stopped in front of some apartment building, he jumped a bit as he realized that Scott was once more staring at him. He turned his face, also realizing at how jealous he was of Trish, and how his thinking about her, was sort of, his way of dampening the disappointment. After all, if Scott was maybe just gay curious, how could he compete with someone like Trish?

‘Damn, you are a moody little bitch, aren’t you?’

‘No, hard to talk when you got some weird crap playing on the radio.’

‘Now a music critic I see, okay, so you coming up?’

‘Up where? This your place?’

‘Give the boy a cigar, yes, or you chickening out already?’

It was only for a second, but his face must of shown his surprise, as Scott laughed and gave him a tap on the shoulder, while undoing his seatbelt. In that instant, Jimmy felt like a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders. His body sensed the change, and he could feel the tightness in his pants, as his dick reacted to the sudden news. Trish wasn’t the only one to get boned tonight, if at all. He was, and for some inexplicable reason, he felt like it was his first date.

He could feel his face blush, as he fumbled with his own seatbelt, then he nearly fall out of the car, as he tried to hurry out. All Scott could do was laugh at him, which made him giggle himself. Strange, he never considered himself a giggler, and it was odd to hear his shrill half laugh, half chuckle. It also made his face go redder, as he hurried his step, to keep close to Scott.

The brown paper bag was in his hand as they made their way into the building. It really wasn’t anything spectacular or expensive looking, yet it was nice. He was a bit busy staring at Scott’s backside, seeing how his hips moved, how his legs took large strides. If he didn’t know better, he’d have said Scott was in a hurry too.

That perception made him slow down a bit, and relax. The lump in his throat eased, while the lump in his pants seemed to get harder. He couldn’t help but keep a huge grin on his face, as he also studied Scott’s butt, wondering how it would feel, to slide his own pole between them. Suddenly everything seemed just right, just perfect, as they moved out of the elevator, down the long hallway.

He didn’t even notice which floor they were on, as the doors they passed simply had letters on them, not a single number. For all he knew they could be on the second floor or the very top. It didn’t really matter as they came to the last door of the hallway, and Scott pulled out his keys. He handed Jimmy the brown bag while he fumbled a bit with the door, then they were inside. A quick click and the place was lit up, looking rather stark, but inviting.

Stepping further inside, he noticed how it was rather empty. Typical straight bachelor pad, and nothing like his own dinky apartment, but then this was much larger. He couldn’t help but notice a nice big screen television, some stereo stuff and speakers. Not much else really, other than the rather large sofa. Still it was clean which surprised him as he took his jacket off.

‘I just put ‘em in the bedroom, it’s that door over there.’

Jimmy turned to follow where Scott was pointing and moved over to turn the door handle, to put his jacket inside. He couldn’t quite explain it, but it felt like he was being manoeuvred to the bedroom right off, not even a bit of small talk. On the one hand, he felt like he couldn’t wait either, yet on the other he felt like maybe it was a bit rushed, a bit, well cheap.

Opening the bedroom door, he could tell that it was the one room that Scott used. There was an opened bottle of cologne spray on the end table, of a rather massive looking bed. A lamp, along with an opened box of Condoms , lay next to the spray bottle. The other end table had the alarm clock, but what he noticed the most, was that the bed was made. The guy had to be queer, no straight bachelor ever bothered to make their bed, least none that he had ever known.

He could feel Scott’s eyes on him as he stared at the inside. The smell of his cologne was all over the room, and from behind him too. He felt nervous, felt himself wiping the palms of his hands on his pants, as he turned around, to ask where to put the jacket. As he did, he saw that look, that hunger, in Scott’s eyes. He felt a small tremor inside, as he just tossed the jacket off to one side, not caring where it landed.

‘Guess that means you don’t want a drink first?’

‘Not unless you do.’

Scott lowered his eyes, staring at Jimmy’s crotch. He watched as he licked his lips, then let his eyes look upwards at him. It felt so sexy, so damn erotic, that he couldn’t help but let his hand move down the side of his body, to rest just by the lump in his pants. He pulled back a bit, on the pants, accentuating the bulge. There was no mistaking the eager look flashing in those eyes.

‘I think the drinks can wait, uh, there are perhaps more pressing matters to delve into.’

Jimmy laughed, as he spread his legs a bit further apart, hooking his thumbs into his belt. He stared hard at Scott, as his body stiffened. There was no mistaking Scott’s desire, no error in thinking he wanted him. He wanted to ask about Trish, was about to, when he realized, screw it. All that mattered right now, was to satisfy that hungry look in Scott’s face.

He watched Scott`s eyes widen, as he quickly tore off his clothes. A few popping sounds, a few gasps too, as he tossed his clothes out of the way, and stood in front of Scott, totally nude. His hard dick was aimed right at Scott, then he moved a step or two backwards, then sat down on the bed. He heard it creak a bit, as he pulled himself further up onto the bed, his eyes never leaving Scott`s face.

`Uh, you don`t waste much time, do you punk?’

‘Not when they are your age, old people tend to forget things, or what they are doing.’

Scott laughed as he took a step back, and slowly, with his eyes fixed on Jimmy’s naked body, began to undress himself. He took his time, watching how Jimmy looked at his every move, at how his fingers deftly undid the buttons, letting the shirt hand open. At how he slowly unzipped his pants, pushing them down his long legs, leaving his underwear covering his groin. Jimmy could feel the excitement building, knowing that Scott was playing him, just as he played some of his own dates.

It was all rather nice, to be on the receiving end, watching the man reveal his naked body in slow steady steps. How he saw the dark chest hair flashing beneath the open shirt, to suddenly being totally visible. How the legs appeared darker, thanks to the hair, but all he could think about was what lay under those tight shorts.

Jimmy could feel his own body trembling in anticipation, noticed how Scott kept a close watch on him too. The way he would glance up, to find Scott’s eyes peering right at his wavering dick. How those eyes looked so longingly at his dick, which made him reach down, to give it a quick tug, a little push towards Scott’s direction.

He saw the little shudder, the way the muscles in the thighs shook, and he smiled to himself, as he let his finger run underneath the cap of his head, making his dick quiver a bit. There was no mistaking how excited Scott was becoming, as he no longer was taking his time.

Jimmy had glanced away, briefly, to stare at his hard cock, and the sudden feeling of the bed moving, made him quickly look back towards Scott. The older man was already next to him, his eyes looking at Jimmy, then down at his cock. His mouth looked dry, but his eyes were glowing, as his hand moved out, to rest lightly on Jimmy’s knee. The fingers tighten and pressed deeply into his flesh, then the man’s strength pulled, making his legs spread further apart, exposing all of his groin.

‘I think I will have a drink.’ he softly said, as Jimmy watched his head come down and block out his own vision. He felt the hand move up and push at his other leg, widening the space between his legs. He could feel the hot breath, as his head tilted back, one hand resting lightly on Scott’s head.

It wasn’t as he had expected, but the sudden grip around the base of his cock, made him suddenly moan. Then he felt the jolt inside, felt the growing tremor rushing through his whole body, as his legs spread a bit further, his toes began to ache. Scott had taken hold of his cock, and the lips were already moving down the cock head, the tongue licking at the oozing precum.

Jimmy felt his hand tightening around Scott’s hair, as the wet mouth slid further down his burning pole. He felt his lungs exhale, as he felt the lips holding onto the flesh, as the mouth slid even further down. His whole body felt like it was on fire, as Scott sucked on him, moving up and down his pole, like a bloody suction machine. Jimmy felt like he couldn’t hold back, as his hips began to try and arch upwards, to drive more of his cock into the warm wet mouth. He heard himself moaning, as he put both hands on top of Scott’s head, pushing it down as hard as he could.

The press of his nose into the soft belly only made him moan more, but Scott was a lot stronger, as he pulled up suddenly, panting a bit as he looked sideways at Jimmy. Then he quickly moved his body up and was taking Jimmy’s face into his hands, and kissing him hard full on the lips. He could smell his own scent, as he opened his lips, to let Scott’s tongue dive deep inside. His body shook, as Scott had hold of his dick, stroking it while kissing him. It was unbelievable, as he tasted his own pre cum, then as he was trying to kiss back, he felt his chest heave. His body was aching everywhere, as he felt Scott’s hands down at his legs, felt his body cross over his, and rest in between his spread legs.

He knew what was coming, but was enjoying the hard press of Scott’s body on his, at how his hands moved up and down his sides, at how they touched his legs, pushing them even further apart. He moaned more, as his own hands were grabbing at every possible reachable part of Scott, when he felt the lips around one nipple, the one hand reaching under his buttocks. He cried out as he found himself being flipped over onto his side, Scott now behind him.

The sudden press of fingers between his cheeks made him moan softly, as he felt the sudden pain of his buttocks being pushed apart. Then the hard raspy tongue was licking at him, just above his crack. Every nerve inside was tingling, as he bit into the pillow, struggling to not cry out, as he felt the rolling waves of pleasure going through every part of his body.

The tongue was digging at his insides, licking him hard and then softly, twirling around his tight pink hole but not touching more than the edges. He felt it pucker, felt the need to have it touched, as he pushed his torso back, trying to direct that raspy tongue to where he wanted it. Scott continued to ignore his needs, until his body once more shook in an uncontrollable spasm of pleasure.

He felt his butt quiver, felt the ache growing around his hole, as the tongue moved all around the small pink hole. He felt the muscles coil, felt the desire become almost unbearable, making him cry out, in a begging tone, wanting Scott to do him, to fill him.

There was no answer, just the tongue moving around his hole, the fingers digging in even deeper, pulling at his flesh, widening the gap between his two cheeks. He moaned now, adding more pleas to what seemed deaf ears, when he felt the first touch. Jimmy nearly shot his load, as his cock jerked, as his whole body shuddered.

Scott’s tongue suddenly had stopped playing with him, and was now diving past his hole, spreading it open by its own strength. He felt the tip slide past his muscle, diving deep inside to lick at the soft velvet lining of his flesh. He cried out, one hand pounding the bed, as Scott’s tongue licked him hard and deep.

His body twisted and turned, as sweat poured from every open pore on his body. The tongue moved up and down, side to side, then out, then in. He felt his body shaking, felt his cock jerking, felt his balls aching threatening to unleash their precious milk at any second. He cried out, trying to hold it back, desperate to but knowing he couldn’t. His voice echoed in the room, as his body could no longer holdback.

The words seemed lost in the big bedroom, but suddenly found himself back on his back. Over top of him was Scott, and his cock was quickly being engulfed into the older man’s mouth, just as his body gave one last shudder. The pain in his groin was replaced by a sudden rushing sensation, as his body exploded.

He felt the cum leaving his body, felt it quickly filling Scott’s mouth. He heard a short gagging sound, but his ears were quickly filled by the thunder of his own heart, as he reached down and up, to grab hold of Scott’s head. Jimmy held it tightly, as his whole body arched up, driving his cock further into Scott’s mouth. He felt his cum coating the sides of his exploding cock, making him quiver even more, making his body jerk harder.

As the last of his cum trickled out, he felt the cool air, felt the press of Scott’s body on top of his leaning off to one side. Drops of something wet fell onto his heaving chest, as Scott move across, then back again. He felt the hands pulling and pushing at his still shaking body. His mind was still reeling from the waves of pleasure, when he found himself facing the door, the pillow off to one side. He could hear some noise, but couldn’t make them out.

His body was still shaking, when he felt the hands moving his legs, pushing him harder onto his side, one hand suddenly running between his cheeks, moist and rough. Jimmy felt his body shaking, as there was suddenly hard being wedged between his cheeks. He moved a bit, to try and look over his shoulder, but he couldn’t. The hard press of something very solid was now at his hole, and he realized that he was about to be penetrated.

It all came to him, in that instant. The reaching over was for the Condoms , the big thick object was Scott’s dick, and as he sucked in air, he felt the first jolt of pain begin to enter his body. His legs stiffened, as Scott pushed a bit harder, one hand pushing his leg apart, his upper body resting on Jimmy’s. He felt his hot breath on the side of his face, smelled the mixture of cum, of sweat, as he felt the hard lancing pain tearing into his body.

For a moment, he thought he couldn’t take it, his scream nearly out of his throat. Then he felt the muscle inside surrender, felt the hard thick head slide past and enter him. He cried out, but not from pain, but from pleasure, as Scott’s cock drove into his body. He felt its thickness, just as his mouth had earlier that day. God, to think of how big it had been, to think it was now inside of him, made him shake. His hands hit the bed, he bit the blanket, as he pushed his hips backwards, wanting more of the big cock to penetrate him.

Jimmy felt the press of Scott’s body up against his, felt it drive him forward a bit, as the groin pressed into his butt. He moaned now, as slowly Scott began to pull back, to hopefully drive it back in, and he wasn’t disappointed. The sudden thrust forward made him cry out, made his body shudder again, made his legs tighten. He couldn’t believe how full he felt, how his whole body seemed to be filled by the hard cock.

In and out it went, slow and deliberate, then suddenly the speed picked up. He could feel it jack hammer into his body, the sounds of Scott’s thigh slapping up against his butt cheeks. He felt each thrust which made him cry out, made him moan constantly. The hard thrusts didn’t seem to stop, as Scott began to change up. He would push in hard, then very slowly pull back, then several quick hard hammering thrusts, then back to a more regular rhythm.

Jimmy could feel his body shaking, feel it being drenched in sweat both from his own perspiration, as well as from the torrent dripping off onto his body from Scott. Off in the distance he could hear other sounds, but his own ears could only hear his own cries, along with the thunder of his heart, as his pulse continued to race. His chest ached, as the hard cock continued to dig into his body. He could feel the veins pulsing as they pushed past his tingling nerves.

Every part of him seemed coiled, as the big dick dove in, then slowly pulled back. His toes were curling, the muscles everywhere, were protesting, yet he couldn’t stop it. Instead he could hear himself begging for more, pleading for more, which Scott seemed willing to do. The thrusts grew quicker, then deeper too. He felt his whole body being pounded, felt it slide across the bed with each hammering blow into his body, when finally the distant noise became distinguishable. He could hear Scott crying out, hear his hard panting breath blowing across his face, then suddenly it was gone.

The head of the cock was still inside him, then suddenly it was racing into his body faster than before. He felt Scott’s body crash into his, felt his whole body push forward, sliding forward from the force of the blow against his buttocks. He felt the cock inside thicken, felt it swelling up, then he felt it. The whole cock seemed to shake, to jerk wildly and bang Jimmy’s inside.

Just as suddenly as it had been driven in, he felt the sudden emptiness inside. He cried out, begging for its return, but as the words escaped his lips, hot burning stings blew across his quivering cheeks. He flinched, as he felt the burning liquid strike him everywhere. His voice was hoarse, as he heard the hard panting breath, felt it once more across his face, then he felt the sudden weight on his body.

His legs trembled, as his body took the weight, as more gobs of hot liquid seemed to dribble down between his cheeks, and across them. He could hear Scott’s heavy breathing, hear his own, as his body quivered, as the hot burning liquid cooled, drying quickly on his hot flesh. He felt not only his own body shaking, but Scott’s too. It was strange, to feel so exhausted, yet be unwilling to let it end.

In a croaking voice he heard himself taunting Scott.

‘That all you got Old Man?’

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By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (3)

Barney felt his skin getting clammy as he led Chris towards his bedroom. It wasn’t like he was a virgin, but this was his private domain, the one place no one, but himself, had ever been. Even his housekeeper that came in was barred from the bedroom. It was the one room of his house, that he never shared, never let anyone enter.

Maybe it was paranoia, or just being anal about his privacy, but he rarely brought anyone to his home, let alone to his bedroom. He could feel his nerves tingling, but not because it would be a first time letting someone else into the room, but because he actually was excited about it.

Approaching his closed door, he was also nervous, feeling like he needed Chris to approve, to pass judgement on the room, because in some sense, it was important to him. He couldn’t rationalize it, or make sense of it, it simply was important to him.

He couldn’t even remember if he had made his bed this morning, as if it should matter, but it did. Maybe he was just too finicky, or maybe it was that he really cared as to what Chris thought. Without realizing it, they were there, and as he reached out, to turn the door knob, he turned to Chris, reminding him that he lived alone, and that he wasn’t a good housekeeper.

Chris had laughed, which seemed to just make his head a bit dizzy. Everything about Chris was making him tingle, making him skittish too. His approval mattered, but it was strange, almost like he was on a first day back when he was a pockmarked teenager going on his first date. He shouldn’t feel this way, he wasn’t a virgin but it felt like it, as he rubbed the palm of his hands on his pants, opened the door and stepped to one side, to let Chris enter his private domain.

He watched as the slender youth entered the room, and took only a few steps inside. Barney saw how his head moved slowly around the wide expanse of the master bedroom, obviously taking everything in. The tension just seemed to grow, as he waited for some comment, some sign, that everything was okay.

‘Nice’ was all he said, as he moved more into the room, but it was how he said it, that made Barney feel like he was floating on a cloud. It was the tone, how Chris’ body seemed to relax, as he moved more into the room, still looking around at the pictures on the wall to the mess on the dresser.

Barney watched as Chris moved around the room, till he was by the side of the bed, looking into the open bathroom door. He watched as he took a step closer, looking inside then turning with a small smile on his face, he moved towards the bed. Stopping at the end table, he put the box of Condoms down, then turned to look at Barney.

There was something about how he looked, that made Barney relax, move closer into the room. He felt himself smiling, as he moved further inside. The sun was shining in from the large windows opposite the bathroom, which gave a sort of golden glow around Chris, as he stood by the bed. There was that sort of haze, that sunlight created as the dust in the room swirled around, adding to the illusion.

He couldn’t help but feel rather excited, as he saw how handsome Chris looked, standing at the side of his bed. The way his hair fell across his shoulders, glittered a bit in the sunlight. How his face seemed to be glowing, from how wide of a grin he had. The long arms, the legs just spread apart enough for sure footing, all added to the young man’s aura. Chris was an attractive young man on his own rights, but right now, Barney couldn’t think of any guy he had ever seen, that was more handsome, or desirable.

As he made his way towards Chris, he noticed a sudden movement, and he stopped. Chris was kicking off his runners, and Barney realized the curtains were still open. Turning he looked at them, wondering if he should go close them, or if that would seem too anxious. After all, the window overlooked his back yard, and he had a ten foot high full boarded fence, for privacy.

‘Can anyone look in?’

Barney turned to look at Chris, shaking his head as he mumbled that not unless they had a ladder. Chris chuckled a bit, then said if Barney didn’t mind, he’d rather have things as they were. He was impressed, that Chris had known what he had been thinking.

‘I don’t think old lady Grayson has a ladder anyways.’

‘That your neighbour? How old is she?’

‘Yep, and ancient, looking at her, you’d swear she was on the Ark with Noah.’

Chris laughed as he smiled at Barney, then began to unbutton his shirt. His fingers seemed to fumble a bit, as Barney watched him begin to undress, as if it was perfectly natural. Yet as he looked on, he could see tiny beads of sweat on his forehead, see a few strands of hair becoming matted as the sweat beaded up.

In one way, it seemed like any other time when he had indulged his need for male flesh, the way things were so calm, so collected as Chris slowly undid his shirt buttons. Just like any other guy he had picked up, but as he watched, he realized it was totally different. Sure those other guys were a bit nervous, but not like Chris.

They were more worried that they wouldn’t get paid, while with Chris, he could tell it was for other reasons. The look in his eyes, how his fingers fumbled with the simple task of undoing a button, told Barney that he was nervous, scared even, that Barney wouldn’t find him attractive, or something.

Stepping closer, he saw how rigid Chris was holding himself, how he kept glancing at him, as if he expected Barney to suddenly change his mind, and have him stop. He couldn’t help but feel the attraction growing, as he moved around the end of the bed, to stand in front of Chris.

He let his eyes move up and down Chris’ body, smiling as he took it all in. There was no mistaking the bulge in Chris’ pants, nor how his arms were shaking, from nervousness or excitement. The way even his legs seemed to be vibrating, as he took a step closer.

‘Let me help, or we’ll be here all day.’

‘That wouldn’t be so bad, would it?’

Barney laughed, as he reached out, to unbutton the last few buttons. He was amazed at how his hands didn’t shake, or tremble as he undid the buttons, opening Chris’ shirt. The way it fell away, to expose the smooth golden flesh to his eyes, made him quiver a bit.

His nostrils flared, as he smelled Chris, his scent mingled with sweat & cologne, that gave him a strange warm feeling deep down inside. Barney couldn’t help but feel his body react, as he stared at Chris’ open chest. How there were really not many hairs there, and what was there was so fine in color, that they didn’t look like hair at all.

Before he could step back, or think, he felt the hands on his hips, and he looked up to see Chris staring at him. The eyes sparkled as he took a step closer, which his own body matched. It was like he their bodies were being drawn together, and before he could realize it, he felt Chris’ hot breath across his face.

His own eyes were blurred, and he found his head tilting to one side, opposite to the way Chris’ head was also leaning. It was all instinct, or just some natural reaction, but he could feel his heart start to rumble a bit, felt his chest suddenly become tight.

The brush of moist lips against his, made Barney quiver. His whole body shook, as he felt the lips begin to press harder, felt his own lips pressing back and opening a bit.

It was all Chris needed, as his tongue was suddenly pushing through the tiny opening. It felt like a battering ram, as the rough edged tongue forced its way through the small gap between his lips. His whole mouth suddenly seemed like it was on fire, as the tongue forced his jaw to widen, to let it enter.

While his body was tingling, it was strange how he could feel the tingle of his toes more than any other body part. Not even his dick seemed to overpower that feeling come up from his toes, as he found himself holding tightly to Chris’ trembling body. He could feel the hard press of his groin into his own, feel how the lump in the jeans was actually stiffening, even more than it already was.

So many strange sensations were rushing inside, that he felt like his body was about to explode. Barney had been aroused before, but nothing like how he was feeling at this moment, and just from a simple embrace & kiss. He could hear himself moan.

Chris’ hands were clutching at his butt cheeks, the fingers digging in, as his own hands were pulling the slender body closer to his, trying to make them one. He could feel the shortness of breath, feel the pain around his lungs as they struggled for air. It was amazing as he let his eyes flick open, to see the pressed face against his own, the long hair wrapped around them both.

Barney could feel Chris’ hands moving around and across his whole body. It was like a pair of demons tearing at his body, and yet he was totally enjoying the sensation. The way they were tearing, ripping at him, prodding him. It all made him shudder, made him quiver in desire, as his own hands seemed to be taking their cue from Chris, not from his own thoughts or impulses.

Breaking apart, after what seemed like hours, he found himself gasping for air, his chest heaving, but he also found that they were both stretched out on the bed. He had no recollection of them moving onto the bed, and judging by the way Chris was breathing, he doubted if he did either. The pounding inside his chest, made him glance down, to notice that a lot more than just getting on the bed had gone unnoticed.

His belt was undone, his pants were open, showing his underwear. Looking over he noticed that Chris had his own pants spread open, that the bulge was sticking between the opening, which made his eyes widen. God, how big it looked, how hard it seemed, and yet he had no memory of undoing the pants, of maybe even touching that bulge.

Looking up, he saw a strange gleam in Chris’ eyes as he realized that the ache in his chest wasn’t easing. The blood was rushing, as his heart continued to pound wildly inside. He saw the glazed look, as Chris now leaned forward, once more tilting his head, but instead of moving towards his lips, Chris’ head moved down, and the hair brushed past Barney’s open mouth.

Looking down, he saw one hand rise up and rest on top of Chris’ head, as his body leaned backwards onto the bed. His legs still dangled over the edge, but he also realized his shirt was wide open, pushed aside to expose his entire upper body to Chris. Barney could feel the sweat trickling down as well, feel how his dark chest hairs were matted from the small little rivers of sweat that had rolled down.

The sharp little jolt made him glance down, as he saw the head poised over one of his exposed firm nipples. The pain was from Chris’ teeth that had taken hold of the jutting flesh, and bit down on it, pulling upwards at the same time. Barney cried out a bit, as he felt a hand reaching down his belly, pushing under the waist band of his shorts.

He let his head fall back, as now the tongue licked at the still tingling nipple. Barney could feel the tongue’s raspy edge swirl around the nipple, licking at the rough base, then up and over. He moaned a bit, as his hands pushed up against Chris, pushing his shirt up and off the younger man’s shoulders. He could feel the hand reaching under his underwear, rubbing the soft flesh of his groin, pushing the fingers into it.

Barney had never felt so aroused, as Chris continued to lick and suck on his nipple, nibble at it even, which only made Barney moan a bit louder. Then he felt the tongue snake across to his other side, to the other untouched nipple. His body suddenly arched up, as he felt the fingers touching the base of his hard cock. He didn’t know if he could back, as the fingers prodded at the thick base of his pole, as his belly was sucked in, as the press of Chris’ palm made his shudder.

He had many hand jobs before, but this was totally different. The touch felt like small electric jolts, as the fingers moved around, slowly encasing the base of his cock. His mind also could feel the tongue licking at his nipple, then at the centre of his chest. Even the hairs on his chest seemed to be sending some sort of signal to his brain, letting him know how good it felt to be touched that way.

It felt like he was being assaulted by huge waves of pleasure. The way his body was shaking, or felt like it was, only made his mind groan with delight. His own hands seemed to be moving, but he really couldn’t feel anything but the way his own body was acting, how it was responding to the touch of Chris’ tongue, hands, and fingers.

Barney felt a cramp in one leg, felt the vibrating pulse of his main artery in the other leg, as it shook, from the way his whole body felt like it was on fire. He moaned and knew one of his hands had hit the mattress, was still hitting it, as he responded to Chris’ touch. How the hand moved around his dick, how the tongue was now licking at his belly, while the other hand caressed his tingling nipples.

His legs wanted to open wider, to give Chris more to touch, to fondle, but they were being held back. He struggled, unable to open his legs wider, and yet he couldn’t stop Chris, couldn’t let it end so he could find out why his legs wouldn’t spread open more. His mind knew why, but he couldn’t quite bring the answer forward, as too many other thoughts were whirling around inside. He moaned, as his hands continued to caress, pull, touch, Chris’s backside. He could feel the hot flesh under his touch, unsure how he could feel the bare skin, not caring how, just that he was.

The press of Chris’ lips against his lower belly, made him cry out, made his body arch a bit upwards, his head pressing harder down into the mattress. Just as he felt like he couldn’t hold back, that his body was about to let him down, the sound of heavy panting echoed in his ear, then he tasted salt on his lips, then the press of Chris’ lips back up against his own mouth. He tasted the tongue again, as it suddenly darted inside, then withdrew, his own tongue following it.

Barney could taste the inside of Chris’ mouth, then the feeling of something burning his fingers, as he realized he had hold of something. The press of Chris’ body on his arms told him he was grapping at the hard dick, at Chris’ own hard dick. He felt the sudden shiver inside as the realization of it dawned on his mind. For a brief instant, he could feel the blood rushing through the veins of Chris’ erect penis, then his mind was once more overwhelmed by the sensation of Chris on top of him.

Slowly he heard his own panting breath, along with Chris’ and he opened his eyes. Above him was that perfect face, the eyes still glazed over, if not more so. The long curly hair drooping downwards, ends moving lightly over his own heaving chest. He could feel Chris’ hot breath on his face, felt his own chest heaving, as they looked at each other.

Panic suddenly gripped his heart, as the image began to slide away, until he felt the hands gripping something around his thighs. Looking down he knew why he couldn’t spread his legs any further, as his pants hung down, just halfway down his thighs. His eyes opened even wider, as he saw the blond head slowly moving down his body, licking and kissing at his exposed upper body, as his hard cock was pressing up into Chris’ own exposed chest.

He felt it all, and watched as the head slowly moved down, as the hands took hold of his pants, and pushed them down. Barney felt his legs close a bit, felt his lower body lift up, as Chris pulled the pants downwards, freeing more of Barney’s lower body from their constraint. He could hear the heavy panting breathe, as the head lifted up to look upwards, along his prone body. Barney felt himself tremble, as he stared into Chris’ eyes, seeing the desire flashing at him. His own eyes returning the desire, the need.

Chris pulled Barney’s pants and underwear off in a quick easy motion. Then he was suddenly standing up at the side, as one hand tossed Barney’s pants off to one side. Barney felt himself lift his upper body up, to watch, to stare at the young man. He saw his ribs moving, as his chest heaved, and he saw the way his own pants were pushed down a ways, his underwear still hiding the hard dick he had been holding.

Barney licked his lips, as he saw the little grin, then noticed how Chris had moved his hands to his hips, to lift up the waistband of his boxer shorts. He watched with bulging eyes, as the young man pushed down, and leaned over a bit, to shove his underwear and pants off his body. Standing back upright, Barney saw the hard dick winking at him. He saw the thick pole jerk a bit, then steady, staring right at him. He couldn’t help but let out a small moan, licking his lower lip at the same time.

Glancing upwards, he saw that look in Chris’ eyes become even more intense, more alive. It was as if a whole slew of fireworks were exploding in the pupils, as they began to come closer to him, making him move his body a bit further up onto the bed. His legs still dangled over the side, but only the ankles and feet were hanging over, as Chris now stood right up in between them.

The touch of Chris’ body next to his feet made his own cock quiver, which brought a smile to Chris’ face. Then he felt the hands reaching down, taking hold of his legs, and pushing them apart even more. He felt the legs being pushed up and backwards, spreading them open, exposing his buttocks.

His head hurt from leaning up, and he let it fall back, as he felt the hands pushing his legs further apart, then felt the warmth of the young man’s body as it rested between his legs. The bed creaked a little, as Chris adjusted his body between Barney’s upraised legs, then the hands moved down, from the just above the ankles, to around the top of his thighs.

Looking down his body, he saw the golden flesh between his legs. The sunlight was shining across Chris’ naked upper body, and he could see the tiny white hairs down the v of his chest. He could see the deep purple of the skin around each nipple, and as he looked up, he could see the blond hair gleaming, the sunlight reflecting off the sweat soaked strands.

He saw Chris lick his pale lips, then look down at the hard cock that jutted up from Barney’s crotch. He saw the eyes flicker, saw them quickly glance upwards, then back down. Barney could feel the blood rushing from his extremities, as Chris’ hands reached around his thighs, the fingers digging into his flesh, along the inside of both thighs.

A brief moment of calm seemed to enter his mind, his body, as he felt the fingers tighten their hold on his flesh. Then he felt the swish of air, as Chris’ head moved suddenly. He felt his body tense up, then was stunned as he felt the press of Chris’ tongue between his thigh and groin. He moaned loudly, as the tongue licked downwards, his hard dick brushing past Chris’ face.

His body shook, as the tongue licked at the thigh, then moved down under his dangling balls. Barney felt the hands digging into his flesh, pushing his body upwards. Chris’ shoulder now pushed as well, as they lifted him upwards, forcing his legs even higher.

Crying out, he felt the tongue licking at his moist flesh, at the spot just below his balls. He felt the sac being pushed by Chris’ face, that made him tremble even more, as his hands balled up into fists, as they struck the mattress with force. He felt the waves of new pleasures coursing up and through every nerve in his body. His mind reeled, as they came crashing into it, as his heart began to race even faster.

Sweat was now pouring from every opening in his body, as Chris’ tongue seemed to be moving down, rather than up. His cock wavered and swayed to and fro, as Chris’ nose was wedged up between the join between his thigh and groin. He could feel the hot breath with each exhale, as it blew across his sweat soaked flesh. He cried out, as the tongue seemed to swirl around, teasing the soft skin below his sac.

The muscles in his legs quivered, shaking as the tongue suddenly pushed further downwards. The fingers now reached across, the weight of his legs being borne by Chris’ shoulders, to grasp at his fleshy butt cheeks. Barney felt them reach between each cheek, making his body shudder.

The fingers were quickly stretching his soft flesh, exposing his inner valley to Chris. He felt the tingling, felt the desire only growing inside, as the finger tips reached down, to then dig sideways into his soft flesh. He felt his hole ache, felt it tremble too, as the fingers spread apart the cheek, the room’s air blowing across the moist pink flesh of his inner valley.

The room began to spin, for him as he couldn’t understand what was happening. He thought maybe Chris wasn’t going to wait, that he was about to be penetrated by that huge dick, but it wasn’t feeling like that. His whole body was a quivering mess of jumbled thoughts, of unknown sensations, as he felt the air swirling around his opened hole.

Part of him wanted to yell out, to remind Chris to use a condom, but his mind couldn’t make his mouth form the words. His lips were swollen, one under the other, as his teeth were biting the soft flesh, as more and more new sensations flowed into his whole body. His legs trembled, the muscles inside shaking.

Barney felt the tips of fingers touching the outer edge of his hole, then he felt them dig in, then pull away from him. His hole ached as the tiny muscle resisted, then gave in slowly as it was stretched wide open. Then he felt the hot breath over it, which made his head spin. His heart began to pound, as he felt a rough flick against the dead centre of his hole. He felt its wetness, then his body just seemed to explode.

He heard his voice crying out, heard himself pleading even, for more, but what it was he wanted, he still couldn’t fathom. The new sensations were familiar in some ways, different in others. He could feel the tongue now, know it was Chris’ tongue, but it was licking at his insides, at the silky skin of his rectum. No one had ever done that, no one either male or female, had ever done what Chris was now doing.

It felt amazing as the waves of pleasure rushed up into his body. His balls were shaking, as was his dick, as he felt the tongue’s tip lick at his inside, then pull out and slowly travel all around his quivering hole. He could feel it, as Chris tasted him in the one virgin spot of his body. He cried out, understanding why his voice was pleading for more.

Nothing felt as good as this, never before had he experienced such an exhilarating explosion of pleasure inside his body. The tongue was licking one second, then the tip darting past the moisten hole. Then it was out, licking again, moving up and down the soft skin between his spread apart cheeks. He could feel the nose pressing against his balls, feel the hot breath as it blew downwards.

As the fingers pulled, he felt the tongue suddenly move down and give a quick swirl around his hole, then he felt it burrow inside of him. He moaned loudly, his fists banging the bed, as the Chris’ tongue dove deep into his trembling body. He felt it fill his hole, fill the tunnel inside, pushing the silky lining wider. He felt it lick up and around, all inside of his body. The pleasure was immense, and so intense that he could feel himself losing it.

Never had he felt like this, so out of control, so aroused. The pain in his groin was only growing, the beat of his heart was like a jet engine refusing to be held back. The blood was rushing from everywhere, towards his groin, as Chris’ tongue licked and swirled around inside.

The tip would poke one way, then another, as he felt the press of Chris’ face into his buttocks. The fingers were pulling back, harder as they tried to open him even more, to let more of Chris’ tongue push inside. Barney could feel the muscles on the back of his thighs tighten, quiver as they grew taut.

His eyes flickered open, but all he could see was exploding lights across the entire room. Long flashes of red, of blue, streaked across as he felt the tongue digging into his body, felt his body pushing down onto it, wanting to feel more of it penetrate his insides. His hands held onto the bed cover, gripping it as the waves of pleasure seemed to roll through him, in endless wave after wave.

Barney knew he couldn’t hold out, it was beyond his ability to control, as he felt his balls push up then fall back down, as the hot cream inside was about to be released. He cried out ‘I am cumming, God I am gonna cum’ that seemed like a cannon shot into the room. His whole body began to spasm, his buttocks pushed down hard, then was starting to arch upwards, when he felt the face move from his body.

A hand reached around, as his legs were suddenly free to fall to either side of the body still between them. He felt the tight hold over his cock, as his body arched up to where only his shoulder blades were pressing down into the mattress. As he cried out, he felt the head of his cock suddenly become wrapped in a strange warmth and wetness. He couldn’t make it out, as his body suddenly shook uncontrollably.

His voice was groaning loudly, the room echoed and echoed to his groans, as his body was suddenly totally out of his control. His toes curled, and even the hair on his head seemed to ache, as he felt the rolling explosion from his groin. Every nerve was suddenly sending signals to his mind, which was reeling. The ache in his belly grew, the eyes began to flutter and grow dim, as he felt the blood rushing from everywhere.

He heard himself scream, heard his strangled cry of release, as his cock reared back then was shooting forward, as if to pull free form his body. He felt the sticky cream racing through the hot tube of his dick, felt it suddenly fly outwards, but he didn’t hear it. Instead he heard a gagging sound, a strange gurgle as his body continued to shudder, quiver uncontrollably.

Barney felt himself falling, then just as his buttocks touched the mattress, the second wave was on him. His hips had sunk back, now arched upwards in a sudden rush. As he cried ‘oh God’ for the umpteenth time in a few seconds, he felt the sticky cum sliding down his throbbing cock, wondering at how it could be possible.

His mind continued to try and process all the tingles and jolts, that made his whole body shake. His toes were hurting, from being curled up, and his hands hurt from pounding the bed, as his body released more of his precious milk. He felt the emptiness in his balls, felt the veins around his cock tighten around his quivering pole.

He heard the coughing sound, felt his body shake, as his eyes managed to peer through the fading flashes of lights. The brightness of the room made his eyes narrow, made his eyelids close and open rapidly, as he tried to peer through it all. As he felt the last spasm ease, his eyes fastened onto the shimmering shape of Chris, who was now looming over him. Barney saw he had moved, that he was leaning over his crotch, and he saw a strange whiteness around his lips, and his chin. He stared at him, seeing at how his chest was heaving, as much as Barney’s own chest.

As their eyes locked, he saw the look of satisfaction in Chris’ eyes, realizing that the drying white stuff on Chris’ face, was his own cum. He could see some on the forehead, some by a cheek next to a still flaring nostril, realizing that he had begun to cum before Chris could get his mouth over Barney’s dick.

Barney watched, as Chris moved off and around Barney’s legs, to lay next to his side. His body was still shaking, as was Barney’s, as he rested one hand on the trembling belly. His face looked up and over at Barney, the eyes seeming to ask him if everything was okay. As much as he wanted to speak, he didn’t have the strength, as he smiled back instead, his own hand now resting on top of Chris’ hand.

Chris seemed to understand, as he let his head fall down, to rest on top of Barney’s breast. The hair was just under his nostrils, and he could smell a faint aroma of shampoo, as well as the pungent odor of sweat mingled with his cum. He sighed, as he let his arm wrap around the young man’s body, bringing him in closer.

The idea of hamburger for lunch, was long forgotten, as he lay there, enjoying the warmth from Chris’ naked body leaning up against his own. He felt satisfied, and hungry, but not for food, but for Chris. His body gave one last twitch, as the idea of him & Chris, seemed to take hold, deep down inside of him.

Okay a single pic too. After all what’s a good story without a nice picture of cum?

Plain Brown Wrapper

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (1)

Barney wheeled his mail truck into the spot at the top of the block, just as he had for the last ten or so years. Every morning, his Government Mail delivery truck would pull in, even when the snow had been falling all night long. He was proud, that he had missed a total of 3 days during his tenure as a mailman.

Not like some of the new kids these days. He grimaced a bit, making his fat face wrinkle a bit, his eyes glow a bit menacing, as he thought about how things had changed, yet hadn’t.

He was about to have his forty first birthday next month, and celebrate nearly 20 years in the Postal Service a few months later, and he still loved his job. Not like the new kids, who only thought about perks, about getting the routes done so they could down a few extra beers. Not that he objected to having a few brews himself. Barney just didn’t think he had to rush, or cut corners. A bit old fashioned perhaps, but then he was nearly forty one.

Now some wouldn’t think he was a mailman, as he had a bit of a paunch, and his hair was a bit shaggy too, not your typical civil servant look. If he thought about it, he wasn’t in bad physical shape, just not one of those sculpted bodies, or bulging six packs or flat tummies. Besides, he liked to have his fun, his beer and those yummy greasy cheeseburgers down at May’s Diner.

Then there were the treats from his customers. He knew virtually every single one on the routes he did. Least his regular routes. There was old lady Gray, who always had a hot cup of cocoa for him on the rainy or snowy days. Then there was Mrs Cleary, she was always baking stuff, and had an extra piece for him. No wonder he had a bit of a paunch. It was also what the new kids missed out on. That and the Christmas gifts.

Hefting his mailbag over his shoulder, he realized that there were maybe a dozen or so on his route who never gave him a card, or even did more than nod at him. Yet that wasn’t bad, considering his regular routes totalled about 300 or so homes. Let some of those new kids match that one, he thought as he started his trek to deliver the morning’s mail.

There was old man Singleton, already out working in his garden, getting it ready for the hot summer months. He was a real garden nut, and read a lot too, and not just gardening magazines. Was kind of funny to see what some people read, and then when you looked at them, you’d never figure them for having that kind of interest.

In so many ways, it was like they were all part of some weird extended family. When the Mullins had that problem with baby Jessica, he would always spend time just talking about the weather, to keep Mrs Mullins from thinking of it all. Even when Mister Jakes had suddenly passed away, he had attended the funeral, and had been surprised at how many on his route were there too.

It was like that. Just as how each morning he enjoyed his regular visitors, like Christopher who was heading off to College this fall. Eighteen already, and Barney had watched him grow up from a gawky kid of eight to a rather handsome young man. He smiled because Christopher was always outside, waiting for him.

Barney had watched him grow up, had enjoyed their morning chats about all sorts of things. Christopher had quite an inquisitive mind, talking about the stars, about life, and even about God. It was like he was starved for different thoughts on a whole range of subjects, from what made a great burger, to the latest hit song being played.

Though lately, Christopher; Chris to his friends, which Barney was, had been rather quiet. His face didn’t light up as it used to, and he seemed rather sullen. He wanted to ask him, but so far hadn’t. It bothered him, because to Barney, these were his family. Not like he had one of his own, but he kept telling himself that he wasn’t the ‘family type’ or something like that.

Some of the guys at the sorting house looked at him weird for it, but screw them. It wasn’t like they were the best walking advertisement for marriage or having a family. Man how some of them boasted about their side affairs, or how they got thrilled catching a beauty answering the door in their see through night dress. And these were so called happily married men?

That was part of his problem, but not all of it. He simply didn’t find himself attracted to women, and he had long since lost his virginity but sex was never something that was a huge mission. Oh sure, back in the day he screwed around like any other kid. At college he went on many a panty raid with his dorm buddies. He had his share of one night stands as well, some of them not what most might expect.

College had been an experience. It had been where he had his first guy to guy sex, where he had his first scare too, that he might have gotten a girl pregnant. It was college, but since, well he just enjoyed delivering the mail, talking with the people on the route, sharing their lives. It made him happy, so what if every night wasn’t filled with mindless sex, or having to deal with kids running around under foot? Least he didn’t have to worry about college tuition like the Jansen’s were for Chris.

Maybe that is what had him so down in the dumps? Could be that his folks were finding it tough to scratch up the college fees? It would be a shame, because if anyone needed to go to college, to experience it, it was Chris. He really needed to get out, to meet new people from new cultures, and experience life in a whole different way.

Turning the corner, to head down the block he was surprised to suddenly see Chris waiting by the mailbox. It was where he collected the mail for this part of the route, not where he normally would find Chris. As he quickened his step, he noticed that Chris was just leaning against the box, his face looking down.

Stopping for a minute, he felt a sort of apprehension, as if something terrible was about to happen, yet he didn’t know what it could be. It bothered Barney as he shifted the mailbag on his shoulder, and called out, waving his free hand.

Chris looked up and stared for a minute, almost as if he didn’t recognize Barney, then gave a half hearted wave, as he just stood there, waiting. It made Barney shiver a bit, as he had never seen Chris looking so down before. This was a kid who always was smiling, always had a grin plastered over his face. Even that time when he had first begun to learn how to ride a two wheeler.

His skinny little knee was oozing blood, and the bike had been laying on the grass, the front a bit twisted, from having hit something. Yet Chris wasn’t crying, just smiling as he looked at his bloody knee. Nothing really seemed to phase him, until now.

‘Hey Sport, you get lost?’

Chris gave him a sort of weak grin, and then just looked down at his feet, mumbling a greeting. He was kicking at the dirt around the box, and off to one side, Barney noted he had his backpack, and another bag. It didn’t look right, as both seemed overly stuffed.

Dropping his own bag to the ground, Barney took his keys out, to open up the box, to find the bundled letters and smaller packets for the next stage of his route. He could see a sort of puffiness around Chris’s eyes, as if he had been crying. That was strange, because in all his time knowing the younger man, he had never seen him cry.

‘You look like the world just ended Sport, what’s up?’

‘Nothing’

‘Yeah right, come on Chris, what’s up? The way you got those bags stuffed, almost makes it look like you running away from home.’

He had said in jest, trying to lighten the mood, to get Chris to open up. There was no mistaking that something was bothering him, and Barney believed that talking about things, helped. He stood there, looking until Chris finally raised his face and looked at Barney.

‘Guess you could say that’s true.’

‘Whoa there, what are you talking about Chris? College isn’t until the fall, this is just the beginning of July.’

‘Yeah, well no college in the fall, nothing. I just, I just wanted to say goodbye, see if there was anything for me, one last time.’

Barney couldn’t help but feel a small pang in his heart. The way Chris was talking, how low and dejected sounding his voice was. It wasn’t Chris, that was for sure. He always was so full of life, so happy go lucky, that Barney had come to look forward to meeting him on the route. Hell, he had been feeling sad himself, thinking of Chris being off at College. It was the part of his job that hurt, when the kids moved on, or the regulars moved away or just, well died. He missed them all, but none as much as he would when Chris left.

Now he was leaving early, but not to college? Barney could see how hurt Chris looked, how vulnerable he was looking. Chris wasn’t what you would call an Adonis or anything, but he had nice features. Was on the lean side too, but then he was always outside, always running even if it was to Kwon’s corner store, just down the block from his home.

‘Uh, I’ll check, uh, you want to talk about it?’

He felt his heart skip a beat, as Chris looked up at him. How his eyes were brimming with tears, as he stared up at him, looking past hi