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19Nov

Along the Garden Path

Along the Garden Path

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (1)

CortJesse stood up, arching his back as he stretched, trying to work the kinks out of his lower back. His hands rested on the small of his back, as he leaned backwards, head tilted back. The soreness began to ease a bit, as he twisted his upper body around a bit, they eyes squinting at the bright sun that beamed down. He took a few deep breathes, as his body felt like it was a hundred, instead of the twenty eight years it was.

Slowly, as the pain eased, he let himself stand erect, staring down at his handiwork. The flower bed was nearly filled with the tiny shoots of flower stems, some nearly ready to bloom, other’s just beginning to bud. The weather had been perfect for planting the bedding plants, and he admired his handiwork. Hopefully his client would agree, as he looked up, and over at the stone house in the distance.

It was one of those two story stone houses, built long before modern siding techniques were in vogue. Massive stones in a distinctive pattern, dotted the lower level, with huge bay windows that overlooked the rather large front yard area.

The second level used smaller stones, but each one was obviously hand placed, with a pattern in mind. Jesse couldn’t help but admire the craftsmanship of the stone work, how each piece was fitted into the wall. They really knew how to build them back then, and he couldn’t help but wish more houses were like this one.

Three large trees dominated the front area. In between two was the walkway to the front of the house, then the drive to the garage was also guarded by another tree. Shade of the front was enormous, from the large branches that poked out from the trees, and in one, he could see the remnants of an old tree house or fort. Must have been when the occupants had small children, though it was hard to imagine the couple inside, having kids.

She was a rather domineering type, very posh in her appearance, and her speech. Nothing was common about her approach, and she prided herself in using the proper names for the plants she wanted Jesse to use. In looks, you would never imagine her being attractive to any man, with the long thin face, the small beady eyes, but she had snagged someone.

Her manner wasn’t mean, just snooty, but in a sort of, accepting way. At first he found her a pain, but she knew her plants, and she knew what she wanted. He learned to not argue, but simply do it her way, and so far, it had worked out. The addition of the bedding plants was not in character, but then nothing about the Willows seemed normal.

As he looked at the massive house, he could see the lace curtain in the main room flutter, and he just knew, that it was Mr. Willows. It had creeped him out at first, until he realized that Mr. Willows was like any old geezer, married to someone like Mrs. Willows.

While she looked, an acted like an old battle axe, he on the other hand seemed a lot younger. At a guess he’d figure the guy was at least sixty, but he had to be older, given that he was retired. Must be nice, he thought, to be able to just sit around all day, and enjoy the money, he obviously had.

The house was not a mansion, but it was well situated, and the land it sat on, well it was a darn site bigger than what some apartment buildings sat on. Not only was the front yard rather large, but the backyard was like being on a farm. Tons of space, dotted with trees all over, but well spaced.

In some ways it was a bit scary. Everything around the house looked so structured, so ordered. The way the trees were pruned, to how deep he dug holes for plants, were all carefully spelled out by her, with him, just watching. That too had been unnerving, and a couple of times, he had noticed how she would suddenly turn and stare at her husband, until he lowered his head, then mumbled something and left. It was as if, well, as if he was a trained puppy, being admonished for some trivial transgression.

Jesse stretched again, pushing his hands out from his upper body, pushing his hips just a bit forwards, while tilting his head back slightly. He yawned as he noticed the lace curtains flutter a bit more, knowing that Mr. Willows was watching. It was like that every Monday & Thursday, when he would show up to do the landscaping work.

In his mind, he didn’t think he was what you would call handsome. Sure, he had a fit body, from working outside all his life, from bending and lifting, so sure he had a good toned body, but that alone didn’t make, what he would call handsome. His face was usually covered with a day or two of growth, simply because he hated shaving. His hair was a bit straggly, though short.

Jesse hated his hair getting tangled in trees, or shrubbery, so keeping it short helped him. Plus, nothing worse than sweaty strands of hair falling across his warm face, which was often enough when the weather was nice. Working outside had its advantages, but it had also weathered his face a bit. There were lines around the forehead, and a few around his mouth, plus the small bags under his eyes, all made him think he was just ordinary, nothing to get excited about.

Mind you, his package was a different matter. He was uncut to begin with, and had been blessed with an above average sized dick, which the guys enjoyed. Least those he let unwrap his package, but lately, he had been a bit more selective. Not like there had been a ton chasing him before or now, but he just seemed to have a body language that said, ‘back off’, a bit more lately.

If he was honest with himself, he really had never been much of a sex demon. Not even as a teenager, with raging hormones. Least for him he never thought they ever got into the ‘raging’ category. He got horny, enjoyed jacking off in his bedroom, but the whole sex with another person, just never really made him any hornier, or excited.

As he once more surveyed his work, he couldn’t help but wonder what Mr. Willows’ story was. The man obviously took care of his body, and yet was so docile around her, that it seemed almost sterile. Mind you, the idea of anyone mounting that old prune, was well, not for the weak of heart. Still, it wasn’t like she was bad, she did allow the kitchen door to be open for him, during his days working, and he was welcome to help himself.

That had surprised him, the way she had made it seem so normal, which really it wasn’t. Sure, some of his clients did offer him coffee or a cold drink, but she had given him the run of the kitchen, including the ‘larder’ as she called it. At first he didn’t get it, the meaning, which Mr. Willows had picked up on, explaining it to him, which did earn poor Mr. Willows a stern glare. Thinking of it, it was always that way, whenever Mr. Willows ventured a few unasked for words, or opinions.

The longer he worked for people, the less he understood them. Here was her husband, obviously not allowed a single original thought, while he, the hired help, seemed to have more privileges. Somehow he didn’t think Mr. Willows got free run of anywhere, in the house, or out. He felt a bit sad for him, but that was the extent of it, though lately he had noticed how much more often, the lace curtains were fluttering.

Maybe the old guy was one of those closet queens, that had married out of necessity, and who knows, maybe she knew it too? Stranger things had been done, in an effort to hide one’s sexual preferences, though these days, he didn’t understand why they still kept hiding.

He had a few friends like that, but while they didn’t like to broadcast their sexuality, get them into a totally gay environment, and man did they let loose. Must be all that pent up frustration, that made them so, well, obviously gay when among other gays.

Trisha was one of those, but the worse had been Sam. Talk about being a real flamer. The guy talked in such a shrill voice, yet if you were to meet him on the street, you’d swear he was some bass singer in opera. He had such a deep rich voice, outside of gay bars and parties.

Maybe Sam was an exception to the rule. The guy certainly was a sex-a-holic when out with other gay men, in a gay surrounding, yet put him in a straight situation, like at a sports bar, or restaurant, and you’d swear the guy was straight. Not just the change in voice, but his mannerisms as well.

He could talk about football, baseball, like an expert, and girls, you would think he had either had lots of female dates, or had memorized some medical dictionary. He could talk about tits and vagina’s like any straight guy, but then he would drool when talking about uncut dicks.

One reason Jesse had never take Sam up on his offer to ‘get it on’ was his split personality. He just didn’t know, if he was or wasn’t, or what the end result would be. Though from what he had heard, Sam knew how to please a guy. Still it wasn’t his thing, and honestly, not much was.

Maybe he was indeed ‘older than his years’ as one of his friends had told him, in a drunken fight they had, years ago. He still saw the guy, but their friendship had suffered a bit. He just never wanted wild sex, just once. That really was his problem, because he wanted it often, when he could get it. His problem was, not many could satisfy him that way, though his own imagination could.

Thinking about it all, he felt the hunger pains in his belly, as he also felt the need for a quick wank. It was like some strange ritual for him, but whenever he craved food, he also craved a bit of a pull. Call it weird, but he did enjoy having a full stomach, and laying back and giving his dick a bit of a pull. Not always to orgasm, which he liked to save till before bed, but he liked to stroke himself, to get himself close, and then stop.

In his mind, he rather thought it helped him be more awake, more passionate about whatever he was doing, whether pruning a tree, or organizing some bedding plants. Maybe other’s wouldn’t understand it, but then, he really didn’t care what ‘others’ thought. He was his own man, and as he made his way long the cobblestone pathway to the kitchen door, he hoped that Mrs. Willows had gotten more of that sliced meat.

He also wondered if he’d ever understand people like the Willows. They were the type who obviously had money, yet didn’t laud it over people. She was precise in her desires, and he could see her directing poor Mr. Willow into position for sex too, which made him grin.

The idea of those two engaging in sex had to be like watching some bizarre Broadway play. Her coolly giving him directions, how to move, what to touch, when to penetrate her, was how he saw them acting. Still in some ways, he was rather like that too, in that he wasn’t afraid to tell his partners what he liked. Difference was, he didn’t give them instructions, not like he imagined she did for poor Mr. Willows.

Entering the big kitchen, he called out, announcing his presence into the house. He thought he heard a door close, but other than that, nothing. Typical of them, as he had yet to ever get a reply, still it was all part of the normal routine.

As he rummaged through the big double door refrigerator, he wondered how two rather thin people could have such a well stocked larder. The inside was always well stocked, with packaged meats, to fresh foods that always seemed to change. It was convenient for him, because the selection was a damn site better than his own refrigerator.

His eyes lit up as he saw a nice tasty treat, and as he began to gather the goodies up, he also started thinking of where he’d go to enjoy his snack. The back area had many secluded spots, where he could munch on his lunch, and give himself a few good strokes.

There was the little spot behind the small group of bushes, just before the little stream, or maybe where the two Oak Trees stood. They really were one tree, that had somehow split into two a bit up from the one massive trunk. The thick trunk could hide two of him, and the heavy foliage was ideal for preventing anyone from seeing him, from the back of the house.

It also gave him good warning, of anyone approaching. One critical criteria in selecting a spot. He grinned as he pulled back from the refrigerator, his hands laden with taste treats. Using his knee, he pushed the door closed, and as he turned, his whole body stiffened.

The image of the man, standing there, staring, shocked him, and his hands shook, as a few packages rocked and slipped to the floor in a loud slapping sound. His mouth was open, because it was Mr. Willow, but he was dressed in nothing but a rather expensive looking housecoat.

That looks tasty.

Jesse saw how his eyes were not staring at the collection of goodies in his hands, but was aimed right at his crotch. He felt his face turning a bit red, feeling flustered as he stammered out a short mumbled affirmative.

I wouldn’t mind a taste, it does look good.

It wasn’t just what he said, or that he was staring directly at Jesse’s crotch, that made him begin to sweat, but how he said it. How he licked his lower lip as he said how good it looked. There was no mistaking his real intent, which made Jesse nervous.

Uh, yeah, I can, I can make you one, if you would like.

Oh, I would indeed enjoy a taste. I so rarely get to sample such delightful things. Margaret really does keep me from enjoying such simple pleasures.

Jesse really didn’t know what to reply. He was feeling the sexual innuendo, feeling the older man’s eyes still fixed to his crotch, as he bent over, picking up the dropped packages. As he turned, to place them on the counter, he couldn’t help but hear the man sucking in his breath, as he stared at Jesse’s butt.

It was flattering, but also he sensed dangerous. He didn’t know why, precisely, but he thought he was about to get in over his head, as he laid out the food, and began to make enough for two. He could feel the eyes following his every movement, mostly how his hips and buttocks moved, as he quickly put together two sandwiches.

Jesse knew it was risky, but the old guy interested him. There was no doubt he had nothing on under his rope, and it also was obvious that he was excited. He had no idea how old he really was, but somehow his own body seemed interested. Least the stiffening of his own dick seemed to be saying as much.

He nearly sliced his finger, as he cut the sandwiches in half, his mind distracted by the idea of the old guy and him. At the same time, he couldn’t help but feel a bit worried. The idea of him and old man Willows, was one thing. The possibility of being caught by Mrs. Willows, was something he really didn’t want to even imagine, let alone incur.

You know, Margaret has gone to her garden club meeting, she won’t be back for hours.

He had said it so softly, and it was almost as if he had been reading Jesse’s mind. He had been thinking of where she was, at what would happen if she had caught him and Mr. Willow.

Finishing the sandwiches off, he turned around, noticing that Mr. Willows had moved in closer. He could smell a hint of cologne, that reminded him of his father. It was Old Spice, which made him relax, just a bit. It was familiar, but as he handed the plate to Mr. Willows, he was once more suddenly on edge.

It is so nice out, why don’t we take these out, to the old Oak Tree by the stream. Makes a nice spot for a bit of a picnic, don’t you think?

The way the man was looking at him, taking the plate but staring directly at Jesse’s crotch, left no doubt in his mind, that he was being propositioned. Strange, he had always thought the old guy was Queer, but now he knew for certain. He was hesitant, as he thought it over.

He liked the job, and if Mrs. Willow ever found out, he’d be toast. Still, the idea of having a helping hand or so, wasn’t exactly displeasing. Okay, so they guy was old, he didn’t look it. His body was lean, his face was rather kind looking, and well, he did feel rather sorry for the guy. After all, he was married to her.

Okay, why not? I could use a break.

Really? Oh that would be so nice. I do so enjoy a change from routine, don’t you?

Yeah, I guess, but I really don’t have a lot of time.

Oh I am sure it won’t take long, you’ll have plenty of time to finish the bedding plants, besides I’d say you are almost done now.

There was no slipping past this guy. He might be old, but his mind was obviously very sharp, and he was certainly horny. As he grabbed his plate, and headed to the door, he couldn’t help but notice how loose the robe was bound, nor how aroused the older man was. He could see the head, poking out a little, as the man quickly took his plate and began to follow Jesse. How his eyes were staring at the firm buttocks, at how they seemed to sparkle with excitement.

In a sense, it felt flattering, pushing down his anxiety about the whole thing. He still wasn’t all that certain about what would happen, or if anything but having a little lunch, would happen, but it was feeling rather nice. The idea of an older man touching him, or him touching the older guy didn’t repulse him, as so many of his friends would feel. For his own part, Jesse really didn’t care much about age, just as long as the sex was good. Not like he had a ton of experience with guys Mr. Willows’ age, but close enough.

They had given him some surprising moments too, as they seemed more intent on enjoying every second of being with another man, especially one much younger than themselves. Still, he wasn’t so sure about Mr. Willows, as well, he may look in good shape, you never really knew.

The walk down the back area, towards the Oaks was more or less silent, though he could feel the excitement growing. Then too, he could feel Mr. Willows’ eyes focused intently on him. It did feel good, he had to admit, as they reached the tree, and sat down to stare out the stream.

Mr. Willows took his eyes off Jesse to gaze out, then turned his head to look right at Jesse. His gaze was directed at the full package, and his plate was off to one side, as he just stared. The odd flick of his tongue betrayed his calm appearance, that made Jesse smile a bit, as he took a bite from the sandwich.

Turning to his older companion, he smiled, asking if he wasn’t hungry. The reply made him choke a bit, as he realized Mr. Willows was not exactly the bashful man he had thought.

Collecting his thoughts, he managed to swallow what was in his mouth, and put the sandwich down. There was no need to guess, as he smiled at Mr. Willows.

You don’t waste time do you Mr. Willows?

I am 72 years old, young man, I don’t have time to play parlour games. Never had the opportunity when in the Service, or when I went into Private Life, and since retiring, well, being my age, one simply can’t afford to, whether one has the desire to, or not.

I guess, so uh, you certainly do know what you want.

Oh I do, and frankly, I have hope for much more, but for now, well, I know how you younger people are, so for now, that will do just nicely, if you are so inclined to oblige and old man, and your employer.

The last words were said softly, but they had that hint of menace that was unmistakable. He felt a bit angry at that, yet the man had such a nice smile on his face, as he had said it, that Jesse couldn’t help but just want to ignore the implied threat. Mr. Willows hadn’t needed to threaten him, as he was quite willing to do as he had asked. Mind you, he had expected a bit more, still, the implied threat did rather excite him too.

Maybe it added to the whole thing, but he couldn’t help but feel attracted to the older man, who sat next to him in an expensive housecoat, totally nude underneath. Jesse could see his dick too, as it tented the one side of the robe, and it did rather turn him on. Strange that, as he smiled at the man, and began to stare at the man’s crotch.

His one hand, moved down to slowly rub at his own crotch, while his eyes looked directly at Mr. Willows groin. Jesse could feel the man’s eyes on him, hear him suck in some air, as he moved his hand around his crotch, pushing at his rather thick bulge. Funny how hard he was, already, how he felt a dull ache between his buttocks, as he moved the hand up. The fingers playing with the waist, then popping the button of his jeans. Jesse heard him suck in his breath, holding it, while his fingers tugged the zipper, slowly pushing it down.

He moved his legs apart, slightly, as he let the pants open to expose his underwear. Jesse was wearing his boxer shorts, the light blue pair, that seemed to widen Mr. Willows’ eyes while Jesse pushed the pants open a bit further.

Jesse closed his eyes, as his hand massaged the thick lump under his shorts. His chest ached a bit, as he let his fingers prod and push at his stiff dick, while his legs spread apart wider. The pants holding them from going too wide, as his hand moved under the shorts, to take hold of his throbbing pole. He heard the older man sucking in his breath, heard his panting breath as he continued to stroke his hard cock.

The fingers pulled at the foreskin, bringing his head out from underneath. He could feel it tighten, as his hand stroked the shaft, wiping the pre cum around the hot head. His own eyes felt the hot sun burning his face, the sound of the tree branches swaying filled his ears, as the hand moved slowly up and down.

He pulled the thick shaft out, hearing the quick intake, the short gasp of surprise, as he felt the waistband slide under his dick. Jesse pulled the cock upwards, until he felt his balls come free from beneath the shorts. Another quick gasp as he slowly stroked his cock. The oozing pre cum wiped over the thick head, as he leaned further back against the tree, just enjoying the warmth that surrounded him.

His body stiffen, as the strokes became a little faster, as his fist tightened its hold around the blood gorged shaft. The ache in his balls grew, as he let his mind free to enjoy the sensation of warmth and motion, that flowed upwards, from his dick. He was slowly going into that zone, as his body trembled a bit, when he heard the piercing cry. It was hers, as she called for Henry, which had to be Mr. Willows’ first name.

Opening his eyes, he saw the look of terror on the man next to him, and then as his body came down from its natural high, he could hear the voice calling again, more insistent, more shrill as panic seized him.

Mr. Willows had a finger to his lips, and a sharp angry look to his face, as he stood up. He indicated that Jesse was to stay as he stepped out from behind the tree trunk, tightening his rope around his thin frame. Slowly he made his way up from the little stream, answering the shrill voice as he ambled along. Jesse noticed how old he looked, as he made his way to the house, and he waited.

Hearing the door close, the sound of voices were gone though he could hear the frantic beat of his heart. Jesse slowly tucked his semi erect penis, back into the shorts, zipping up his pants. He waited several minutes before he peered out from behind the trunk of the tree, making sure the coast was clear.

Gradually he managed to work his way back around, to the front, and once more concentrated on the bedding plants. The panic in his heart slowly went away, as the afternoon wore on. He didn’t know what else to do, but felt relieve at narrowly escaping detection from Mrs. Willows. Still, the feeling he had, of Mr Willows enjoyment watching him stroking kept coming lingering. He knew that when he got home, he’d have one hot session. Too bad that Mr. Willows wouldn’t be there to see it, as he began to pack up his tools.

As he did, he noticed the lace curtains flutter from the main bay window. Somehow, he knew that it was Mr. Willows, and couldn’t help himself. He stretched his arms outwards, pushing his hips forward a bit more than normal, feeling rather horny. The curtains moved a bit more, as he finished his stretch, and somehow, he just knew there would be a second try. He also began to wonder, what Mr. Willows had meant, when he said he wanted more.

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13Aug

Third Wheel

Third Wheel

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (-)

Brian closed his bedroom door, and flopped down onto his bed. He could hear his older Sister in her room, nattering away with her girlfriends, even though it was after 1am. They had just gotten home, and as usual, he had been the third wheel, thanks to the dumb ass choices Beth kept making for boyfriends. He was really getting tired of it all, and he had vowed that he wouldn’t do it anymore, until he met her latest, Zac.

He was a freshmen at College, and shared a class with Beth, which had him thinking of maybe applying to the local college himself, after he finished this year at High School. He was just eighteen, did okay with his grades, and even had managed to get on some second squads for both Baseball and Basketball. Zac on the other hand, was nearly twenty, but was a prize sports catch. Least that is how his dumb ass sister referred to him.

There was a definite mean streak in her, he thought, as he began to undress, to figure out just what a sap he had been. To begin with, he was pretty certain she had an inkling that he was gay, that he liked guys. Oh, she never said anything, but how she had conned him to be the driver for her dates the last few months, had him wondering.

It wasn’t like he had much of a choice either. She was the darling of their parent’s and as she had lost her license, and he hadn’t, well, it was expected that he giver her rides, when possible. Least that is how his Father had put it, which pretty well meant he had been relegated to being her Chauffer. Somehow that included taking her and her damn boyfriends up to Hurricane Ridge.

The last guy she had been dating, was rather a boring jock, just as he had figured the new one would be. Boy was he wrong. Colin had been her last, and frankly he was rather glad they had broken up last week. The guy rarely spoke to him, or even acknowledged that he existed. In some ways that was okay, but man, the guy was boring.

Brian had taken them up to ‘the Ridge’ five times. Each time had been the same, some hard kissing in the back, then a hand up her blouse, then his head down between her legs, then some grunting, and it was over. If anyone had looked in the window, they wouldn’t have seen shit. Good old Colin was bashful, with baby brother in the front seat.

Then too, according to Beth, he never did ever get naked in front of her either. Even when they did find some private secluded spot. The guy was a dud, and his consignment to the boyfriend dustbin didn’t make him shed any tears. Now Zac, tonight’s latest fling, was very different.

For starters, Brian thought he was rather good looking. He didn’t have a face full of zits like Colin, and he had a nice smile. His nose had a slight bend to it, but that was from being broken a few times. Zac was a football jock, and it showed too. His body wasn’t flabby, and you could tell he worked out. Not just during football season either, but that he did it regularly.

His biggest edge over Colin was that he was nice. He didn’t ignore Brian, actually talked to him, made him feel like he wasn’t just a taxi driver or something. When they had stopped for burgers, he had even asked Brian what he wanted, and treated him to it, as well. Beth told him he didn’t have to, but he insisted, which made him rise in Brian’s estimation. The guy had some class, too bad his sister didn’t.

It wasn’t that he was muscle bound either. Sure he had a well build body, his chest was well defined, his stomach flat and rippled with muscles. Yet his arms weren’t huge bulging humps nor were his legs. Still he wouldn’t have minded being squeezed by them. Though that was just wishful thinking, as Zac was 100% straight, a true breeder.

Stretching out on his bed, he realized that he had actually enjoyed the night, being out on a date with Beth & Zac. Granted, he didn’t sit near them at the movie, but he did notice how smooth Zac was. How he had managed his arm around her, how he had leaned closer to whisper to her, then never moved back. How he had her wrapped around his little finger, long before the movie had ended.

Brian was pretty sure he had felt her up in the theatre, as well. The way she was so flushed when they were leaving, and that wasn’t an easy thing to accomplish with his tramp of a Sister. She was like an open invitation, in his eyes, so to have her all flustered was a rare treat for him. Colin never even made her blink, let alone get all giggly and girlish.

He could tell that Zac had hit the right buttons too. The way she kept staring at him and holding his hand as they headed back to the car. How she had almost shouted at Brian, to take them up to ‘The Ridge’ was rather amusing. He could tell she was horny, at how she licked her lips, how she kept reaching over to kiss him, to touch his chest, was a dead giveaway.

It was when Zac had asked him to stop at the all night grocery store, that cinched it for Brian. He told Beth to wait, and asked Brian to join him inside. It was a bit strange, as he tried to keep up with Zac’s rather long strides, and it was only after they were out of ear shot, that Zac started talking to him.

None of his sister’s dates ever really talked to him, or even bothered. Zac was different, and he told Brian how he appreciated him driving them around, and he hoped taking them up to The Ridge wasn’t too uncomfortable for him. He also said that maybe Brian would want to grab some chips or soda, for while they were up there, on his tab.

It was nice, to be thought of, and for a second he had felt himself becoming attracted to Zac. For a brief moment he had felt his own body react, which was unusual for him. None of her dates had ever really excited him, but Zac seemed way different. It wasn’t just his looks, but how he treated him, as if Brian was a person. That alone was different.

Still it was weird watching the guy buy a package of Condoms, knowing they were for later on. After all, she was his sister. Watching him buy them, he wondered if he was one of those, who just unzipped, or did he take it all off? Did he have an uncut dick, or was he circumcised? Questions he rarely thought about with the others, but this seemed way different.

As they made their way to the checkout, he managed to catch a few good glances at Zac’s rear. The way he filled out the jeans, those two orbs looking so inviting. Brian felt he wouldn’t mind sticking his face between them, to taste and smell Zac’s manhole. Course he would like to do a lot more than taste it, which had surprised him.

He actually was horny, feeling his own dick get hard, as they made their way back to the car. Zac had insisted on getting him some cold soda, and chips too. As they headed back, he couldn’t help but admire the guy’s butt, so much so, that he didn’t notice it had begun to rain either.

Judging by how his sister had acted after the movie, he was pretty certain that rain wouldn’t stop her from wanting him to wait outside. It had happened once before, but the guy never lasted beyond that one night. Still, it had been friggin cold out, and he had gotten the sniffles as a result. He had vowed he’d never wait outside, and tough shit if the latest didn’t like him being in the front. They could either get their own wheels, or find a place to take the bitch. Bad enough he had to put up with their grunts, never mind get a cold afterwards.

He also felt rather angry, because this one seemed to be a good one. Not only was he nice, but Brian realized he rather was curious to see how he performed, if he was just all show, or was there more to him. Did his act go on, when the clothes were off, or not?

As they approached the top of the Ridge, he felt nervous. His palms were sweating, and he could feel a slight flush around his cheeks as well. For an odd reason he was excited about the possibility of seeing Zac performing with is sister. That last part, was a bit icky, but his thoughts were more centered on seeing Zac. After all, he might be straight, but damn he was hot.

To see him partially nude, with a hard on, was worth pushing to stay inside too, even if it hadn’t been raining. While the drive up had been the two of them, in the back, smooching, he had noticed a few things. How Zac would toss his head, at times, how his eyes seemed to sparkle a bit, after some really good kissing, and how he managed to slip a hand under her blouse, surprising even her. She was such a slut, at times. Yet he seemed rather expert in making her follow his lead.

Normally she was the one who set the tempo, who set the pace, but not with Zac. He had her well under control by the time he found a decent parking spot. She looked up at him, as he killed the motor, and the rain began to thrum on the roof. Her voice was husky as she told him to get out, that they’d honk when ready to leave. He was about to argue, when Zac told her it was okay, that it was wet and cold out.

She didn’t argue with him, which surprised Brian. More than that, he felt rather relieved because he really wanted to stay, to watch. For a moment or two, his eyes had met Zac’s. He was a bit surprised when Zac winked at him, telling him that he should stay, and asked if he’d turn the radio up. It was like he knew, or so it felt like he did. The way he had smiled, all made it seem like some grand conspiracy.

He had quickly turned the volume up, as Zac just grinned, then turned to look at his sister. He turned the charm on her, which seemed to make her forget all about wanting her way. She didn’t say a word, as Zac kissed her, and that was it, the show was on.

Brian lay out on his bed, thinking of how Zac had taken control over them both. Not just Beth, but him as well. How he had gotten him to do what he asked, without fuss. It was quite the feat, considering how put out he had been feeling at the beginning. Now, thinking about it, he had to admit it had been a nice date, even if he didn’t get to sample the goodies.

Just remembering the night was making him horny, again. Hell, he had almost shot his load a few times during the night’s romp up on The Ridge, and that was from just watching. The way Zac moved in the confined seat of the back, was amazing. It made Brian want to see him play football, because if he moved that well in a confined space, just imagine what he’d do in an open field.

Screw the open field, he thought, he’d rather seem him performing on his bed. The idea of Zac spreading him out, of undoing his shirt, like he had done to Beth. The way he had her blouse open without her even realizing it, was a neat trick. He wished it had been him opening the eyes and realizing that his chest was exposed, instead of her.

His eyes couldn’t help but widen, as he watched how his hands moved up and down her body, how his body seemed to move in time with them. How he held her down, with his body weight, while he paid close attention to her chest, while his hands seemed to move down.

To think of those lips of his wrapped around one of his nipples, instead of her breast, made him reach out for the bottle of lubricant on his night table. The whole night had become a once in a lifetime moment. Least he thought so. Beth, well she was still in heaven, he thought, plus the whole experience meant that perhaps there would be an encore performance.

That idea made him grin, and stare down at his hard cock. The lights were off in his room, as he flipped open the top of the lube bottle, and poured a generous amount of the goo into the palm of his hand. Brian felt the tremors inside, as he imagined Zac leaning down over him, his teeth nibbling at each of his nipples.

Brian pinched one, while he ran his other hand down his throbbing pole. The cool liquid coated every inch of his hot pole, as his mind saw Zac’s face over him. He could see the eyes flashing, the way his lips were spread apart, the tips of his teeth just showing. Then the hair covered his vision, as he felt the sharp bite on one nipple, knowing that Zac was biting. Then he could feel the tongue licking at the nipple, and around it.

Moaning a bit, his hand began to reach down and pull up on his scrotum, coating it with the last of the lube. His body began to ache a bit, as he felt the tongue licking at the centre of his chest, then moving towards his other nipple. He felt it being licked, then teased by the teeth, before it was sucked for a few moments. His chest began to ache, as his breathing became a bit more rapid, his hand wanting to move faster, but his mind refusing, wanting to enjoy every possible thought.

His eyes were shut tight, as his hand moved up and down his naked chest, towards his belly then back up. Brian felt the muscles underneath, felt them rolling away from his own caress, imagining it to be Zac’s hand. He could see it happening, feel it even, as he moaned a bit more, squirming a little on his bed. It really felt good, to imagine Zac touching him, taking him to the point, just as he had done with Beth.

How he had moved his body up and down, his tongue licking at her, would be exactly how he would do it to Brian. The way his head moved from side to side, while his hand had slipped down, to caress the thighs, to make them spread apart, just as his were now spread. The way he had worked, his hand digging down under her waist band, would be how he would do it to Brian, if he ever wanted to.

His mind clouded for a bit, knowing it would never happen, but the moment, along with the images, were more powerful. Brian felt himself floating, felt his body being lifted and transported to another place, to where there was no Beth, no squealing of pain from her, instead it was all replaced, with him. He was now Beth, laying in the back, under Zac’s powerful body.

Groaning, he felt his cock thicken even more, felt the soft press of lips against his belly, knowing it was Zac. He felt his legs ache, felt them stiffen a bit as they spread out. One leg banging up against his wall, which he ignored, as he felt the hands around his hips, felt them caress him.

His whole body shook, as he felt the hands moving between his legs, running along the top, then moving down and across his inner thighs. He could feel Zac’s hot breath on his stomach, feel the tongue licking at his belly button, while a hand reached upwards, to poke at his groin.

The way he felt the fingers pushing down under his balls, at how they found his crack, and quickly seemed to move upwards, spreading his cheeks. He moaned more, as he felt his hips lift up, to give Zac’s hand space to move underneath his cheeks. He could feel the fingers probing, feel them find his manhole, feel them tease it, move around and hint at more. He licked his lips, as he felt the finger poking at the hole, then pull back, then poke it again, and tease him more.

His body was bathed in sweat, as was the one above him. He could feel the heat, as their bodies lay together, as the fingers poked, and then the sharp pain of penetration came racing upwards. His entire body leapt upwards, his legs spread far apart, as he bit down on his lower lip.

Brian saw the hair above him, saw how it was soaked with sweat. Saw too, the eyes that were blazing with desire, how sharp they looked, how it made his heart ache, his chest heave, as he looked up into Zac’s eyes. It was amazing, to feel his pulse racing so fast, to feel the throb of Zac’s hard penis poking into his belly, as he leaned up and kissed him fully on the mouth. How sweet he tasted, the slight saltiness from his sweat, mingling with his own special taste.

It made him squirm, made his whole body begin to throb, as he felt the kiss, felt the press of lips on his, then the tongue swirling inside of his own mouth. How good it all tasted, how hard it made him. The moans were nearly constant now, as his body continued to tremble, as Zac went down once more, kissing his chest, his belly, then suddenly he felt the wetness around his cock head.

His body arched upwards again, as he drove his cock into the willing mouth. He could feel the teeth as his hard pole pushed past, to bury itself deep into the willing mouth. It felt so good, as the lips wrapped around the shaft, slowing its drive, but not denying its entry. He cried out a soft whimpering sound, as he felt his cock bang into Zac’s mouth, then move into the recess of the mouth.

Brian could feel the tongue licking at the underside of his shaft, feel it lick at the bulging veins that were filled with his blood, as the lips pressed tighter around the whole shaft. He could even feel his hot breath on his pubic hairs, as his cock was sucked. He cried out in a muffled voice, as he felt the head twist a bit, sucking on his pole. Then it moved up slowly, pulling at the hot flesh of his pole, to twist more as it held his cock by the head only.

The waves of pleasure were unreal, as he felt his balls sling upwards, then fall down. He felt the pain in his balls, as the mouth released his cock, and suddenly was buried underneath his shaft, licking and sucking at his balls. He moaned a bit louder, as his hands thrashed on either side. The bed creaked, as he felt two powerful hands lifting his ass cheeks upwards, spreading them apart, as they lifted him up. He felt the raspy tongue suddenly lick at his crack, then it was moving upwards, licking at his hidden valley. Right up to his manhole, he felt the tongue licking.

His body shook, as the tip of the tongue was licking at his hole, then suddenly curled up and poked at his hole. He groaned, his hands reaching out to grab the bed sheets. He balled them up into his fist, as he felt the tongue dig up into his hole, tasting his insides.

It was almost more than he could stand, as he cried out, his head rolling from side to side. His mind continued to play the images across his closed eyelids. His whole body shook, as swirling mists floated around the image of Zac’s heaving chest, of his hairy legs.

He could see the hairs standing up, as his whole body now loomed over him, as his own legs were lifted up and placed over his head. One was wedged up against the back window, the other dangling over the back of the front seat. He could see the fogged windows too, the drops of rain still pelting them, rolling down, as Zac’s sweat soaked face stared down at him.

Yes, oh yes’ he heard himself moan, as he felt the hard cock being wedged between his upraised cheeks. He could feel it throb, feel it swell as it was wedged tightly up against his pole. The thin condom was barely noticeable, as he bit his lower lip, staring between his upraised legs, at Zac’s drawn face.

The penetration was like nothing he had ever felt before. It was both excruciatingly painful, yet amazingly beautiful too. His body shook, shuddered, as the hard cock slowly spread his hole open, as it slowly penetrated into his soft insides. He felt himself crying out, felt himself quivering, as every muscle inside shook. Each nerve inside, seemed to be tingling, as the hard cock penetrated past his tiny pink muscle, and stretched his insides. He could feel them protesting the thickness, yet giving in to it. He felt the pain, as it turned into a dull ache inside.

Brian felt his body quiver, felt the racing waves of pleasure seeking out every nerve in his body, as the huge shaft began to push inwards. His body struggled with the thick pole, but as it moved in, it seemed to pull it in, even more. He ached for it all, and could feel it drive deeper into his body, than any cock ever had before. He felt the lining inside growing hot, felt it begin to burn, as Zac’s hard pole continued its relentless drive inwards.

He could feel Zac’s sweat dropping onto his belly, a steady stream of hot salty perspiration. Just as the rain pounded the roof of the car, he felt the same drumming on his belly. Each drop making his body shake, making him moan. Each drop adding to the growing stream of sweat that flowed down his body, as the huge cock rested deep inside of him.

Brian could feel Zac tremble, then twist his hips to each side, making the hard pole inside jerk and twist, as well. He felt it begin to pull out, but not far, before it was once more driven back inside. It began to develop a steady rhythm, that grew faster and faster with each drop of rain on the roof. It was like it was in tune with nature itself, as it began to speed up, to pull out, then drive back in.

Faster it went, making him moan constantly. He could feel it swell, feel it stretch the condom to where he thought it might even burst, but it didn’t. He felt the cock slice into his body, felt it like it was a hot poker as the speed only got faster and faster. He found his body shaking, felt the legs above him grow numb as he held them up with his hands. His knuckles white from the pressure he was using, to keep them up, to keep them spread apart, as he took the hard cock deep into his body.

It was amazing, at how hard it was, at how fast it moved inside of his body. He couldn’t believe the constant pounding that he was taking, at how good it felt. Brian could feel his own cock, flopping against his hard belly, feel it strike the burning flesh of his belly, as Zac jack hammered his hole.

The way his balls ached, the way his cheeks clenched and his cock jerked, Brian knew he was close, too close. He didn’t want it to end, to stop. His head was soaked, as he kept twisting and turning, as the hard pole pounded into him. His toes curled up as he felt the thrusts grow more intense, more meaningful. They had gotten slower, as Zac was reaching his own point of surrender.

Brian struggled to not shoot, to hold back until Zac had cum. He opened his eyes to stare at the man’s face, to see how his face muscles were all constricted. To see how his eyes were shut tight, how his head was tilted backwards. The hair was nothing but long soaked strands of matted clumps, as the hard thrusts grew more intense. He felt his whole body jump with each thrust into him.

The cock inside jerked, and suddenly he felt the pressure of the cock head pull back, then suddenly jerk forward. It struck hard, the whole body grinding into him. He felt himself push back into the door, heard himself cry out, as the cock inside swelled, and suddenly trembled. It sent a rolling tremor through his whole body.

He could hear Zac’s breathing stop, felt his whole body become almost motionless, as the moment approached, took charge. Brian felt the muscles inside of Zac contracting, twisting, then suddenly releasing. The press into his body made him yelp with pain, as he felt the cock inside shudder, felt it swell, as the rushing cum came roaring through its insides, to pour out of the swollen cock head.

Brian felt the condom swell, felt it stretch as the cock poured out its milk, and then he felt the whole weight of Zac’s body come crashing down onto him. His hands let go of his ankles, his legs wrapping around the heaving lower torso. His toes ached, as he felt the heaving body resting on top of his own shaking body. The cock was still inside of him, jerking and shooting its load into the thin condom.

As Brian felt the hard pole slowly slip out of his hole, he could feel Zac’s hot breath on his face. His eyes opened, to see the golden skin next to him, saw Zac’s fiery eyes staring at him. He smiled back, as he saw them flutter a bit, then felt the soft little kiss on his cheek.

His whole body shook, as he felt the body lift up, to give him a chance to pull himself back, to lean against the corner, and to breath. Brian could see the chest heaving, see the glow that seemed to surround Zac. It felt good, as he glanced down at his own naked body, to see the splatter of cum all along his chest, knowing it was his.

He hadn’t even realized that he had shot his own load, while taking Zac’s. His hand moved down, to touch the cum splatter, as his racing heart began to slow down. His eyes closed briefly, as he touched the dried cum on his chest, as he felt the exhaustion creeping in. His whole body was exhausted, as he opened his eyes, to see the posters on the wall.

Brian stared at the far wall, at the closed door of his bedroom. Off in the distance, he could still hear his sister nattering on the phone, as he looked down at his still heaving chest. It had felt so real, as he stared at the cum all over his body. Brian felt himself shake, felt the tremors inside begin to weaken, as he realized that he had been imagining it all. He shook his head, as he tried to relax, to regain his composure. It had been so real, as if it really had been Zac’s cock inside.

Looking down, he noticed his blue medium dildo was resting between his legs. That explained how it had felt so real, but as he leaned back on his pillow, he still couldn’t get the images out of his head. How powerful Zac had looked, naked. How big his cock was, and better than that, how it would look tomorrow night.

He grinned, as he stared at the dildo. Tomorrow night, he was taking his sister and Zac to the beach, where he would be able to see a damn sight more, than he had managed to, tonight. Zac had asked him, if he’d mind driving them to the beach, so they could have a midnight picnic. It was supposed to be a full moon, too. Brian hadn’t given his sister time to refuse either, agreeing almost too quickly.

Zac had looked at him a bit strange, then grinned as he said ‘it’s a date then’ which made Brian chuckle a bit. It had pissed his sister off, until Zac had turned to her, kissing her, preventing any possible objection. As his eyes closed, he wondered if Zac would try a different position, or would he stick to the missionary position?

25Jun

On The Run (6)

On The Run

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (6)

It had been hours since Bobby Rae had left him alone in the cabin. The fire had died down quickly, and he huddled by the dwindling embers, wrapped in a blanket. He knew he needed to keep himself warm, for the trek to the Mountains. Least he had a destination, but more importantly, he had outside help.

Since this whole nightmare began, he felt like he stood a chance. He still wasn’t sure why so many were after him, and he sure hoped Old Roy would find out. Least then he’d know. It was the not knowing, that was perhaps the worst. It made you unsure who to trust, or how far to trust those who you did.

He should be used to that though, but then again maybe not. After all most around where he lived knew about him, knew he was Gay. While some bitched about it, some called him out, least he knew where they stood. The others, well they didn’t seem to care either way, but his friends, the one’s he relied on, they had always stood up for him.

Mind you he had been wrong about the Sherrif, and Bobby Rae too. He still could feel the dull ache in his ass, from that pounding. Gawd, how he had wanted to scream out, to have him stop. Good thing he didn’t, but still, the way he had pounded him, no way he wasn’t into it. He had to be, and not the way he said.

Still, he could think of that some other time. Now he needed to get ready, to begin doing things the right way, so as to keep out of the clutches of the Feds. Man, the one thing he hated more than the Preacher or some of the so called elite of the town, was the Feds. Politics hadn’t been his thing, though he knew his folks had been a bit political. They were always at the town meetings, always handing out flyers or writing letters.

His Father was a simple man, who did his work but he took an interest in the place. He wasn’t the kind who tended to the crop, then sat around. Both he and his mother had always been out, visiting and talking. Maybe it was that which Bobby Rae had meant, or maybe it was something else.

He wished he had asked more questions, but it was enough that he was getting help. Least, he thought that it was. Still, Sheriff Roy was a crafty old man. Maybe it was a set up? Maybe he just wanted to torment him some, before hauling him off to the Feds? It was possible, but then again, it didn’t really suit the guy. He might be a stickler for some things, but he was known for being honest. His Father had always told him that, yet he still felt a bit hesitant.

It was a natural instinct, for hunters, to stalk their prey, to wear them out before making the final attack. He learned that but never really thought about it. Yet he thought about it now, as he waited for the darkness to fully come, to give him the chance to make his way to the river, then upstream to the Mountains, and hopefully sanctuary.

Yet if he was being stalked, if it was a trap, he would be too tired, to exhausted to put up a fight, even if he did have ways to make his capture costly. The knife that Bobby Rae gave him, for example. It was designed for hunting men, not animals. It was a close quarter’s weapon, one he knew how to use.

A lot of things were going thru his mind, as he waited. If only his Father had told him more, hell if only he was still alive to help him, to guide him. Maybe he could make it, but as he grew a bit depressed, he tried to snap out of it. One thing he couldn’t afford was self pity, Bobby Rae was right on that too. He needed to have his wits about him, not the kind that got him laid either, but the one’s that let him survive.

Being gay, he knew of how to survey a situation, how to get a feeling for people, so as to avoid risking a confrontation. In some ways, being different, had given hi a sixth sense, and while he was not 100% convinced of Bobby Rae, he felt like he had been telling him the truth. That it wasn’t a set up, that people were helping.

Like that time with Trent. He always had liked him, but never really got close to him, not like he did with Rick and Ron. He wished he had tried though, but then all the signs said NO. The guy had shaggy hair, that gave him a really hot look. The way it hid his eyes, made him look a bit mysterious.

He was on the football team too, so he wasn’t one of those super skinny dudes. Trent could move too, as in running. The way he would pump those legs at times, as he jogged around the countryside. It was a thrill to just watch that, and to imagine what he would be like in the sack. One of TJ’s favourite pastimes, to daydream about some of the guys he had grown up with.

Thing about Trent, was he was all guy. He liked to have his bit of fluff with him most of the time, which told TJ that he was a possible. When guys were always showing off, it usually meant they were possible lays. It was their way of proving they were guys, not sissy boys. Still, it could also be because they were horny, and he had enjoyed watching a few of the guys making out.

It was one reason he paid such good attention to the bush lessons his Father gave him. It stood him in good stead, for sneaking up and watching some of the shenanigans that went on in the bush. Some of them were so easy to follow, and watch. Like Elijah who was always up by the old mill. The guy loved to bring his girl up there, make her climb the steep hill and then clear some leaves, before settling down to some old fashioned humping.

He was cute, but not his type. TJ smiled, as he thought about Trent, about Elijah, and some of the others. He wondered if they were out hunting him too? If Elijah was with the Feds, well he didn’t think he had anything to worry about. The guy was all left feet in the bush, and the noise he made, man it would scare off a deaf deer, never mind what it would do to a one that could hear.

Trent on the other hand, would be a challenge. He came from a long line of backwoods folks. Had even grown up near the tree line, just where the main farming lands ended. And he ran daily through them, and he was good. TJ had tried following him, even trying to see if he could head him off, but the guy could move. Not just in speed, but in being quiet too.

That worried him a bit, but he felt his chest relax, as he realized, he had bested him. He had managed to get ahead of him, to find out why he ran in the woods so often. It gave him a bit of a warm feeling too, because while he had never chased Trent, he knew exactly what he was like, naked.

To say he was a stud would be an understatement. The guy was hung, definitely bit bigger than average. He had a real nice penis, which always got TJ a bit excited. Plus, Trent was one of those moaners, who when he stroked himself, would moan and twist around. Man it had been fun watching him, and better, Trent never knew.

So, he could survive, but he’d have to start thinking, not let himself get lazy, or forget what was at stake. Just like when he had made up his mind to stalk Trent, to find out why he kept running through the bushes. It was just like that, when he became all serious, and planned his every move, so as to avoid being caught.

Last thing he wanted was for Trent to catch him. If he had, it would have gotten ugly, and he really didn’t want to have to think about marring that face of his. The way his nose was just perfect, and the lips, so full, so desirable. Last thing he wanted was to have to land a few hard bare punches on them. He’d much rather be kissing them.

Just like then, he’d have to start thinking about his plan, about how he would move, where, and all of that. Just like he had scouted the trail that Trent took, to figure out where would be a good spot to lay in wait, to follow from. Now he’d have to figure out the river, where to find good spots that would give him cover during the day.

As if to emphasize it, he heard the distant sounds of something in the air, and he knew it was a helicopter. The way it’s noise was so different from a plane, as it sliced through the air. He tensed up, as it grew a bit louder, until he heard it pass away. He sighed, as he realized he had past one more test. He hadn’t rushed out, to run, but had kept still, kept his wits about him.

It had taken him nearly two weeks, before he had found a spot that was near the path Trent always took. He had scouted the whole route, noting the paths, the roughness of the trail, until he came upon the one spot, that showed signs of use. It was a small clearing, just to one side of the pathway. There was dead grass there, as if it had died from being flattened too many times. It puzzled him, but as he had surveyed the area, he noted how isolated it was.

If you wanted to do something, like rest or take a piss, it was a great spot. No one could sneak up on you without you hearing them come. It was hidden so that if you were perfectly still, a person could come past on the path and not even notice you. TJ had thought it odd that it looked so well used, then he began to do his math.

He figured out how long it took Trent to enter the woods, then leave. Keeping notes of the times, he realized that on certain days, Trent always took longer to make his way through the woods. That wasn’t normal, and given his already suspicion that Trent was up to something in the woods, well it made him even more curious.

Like he had been taught, he took care to scout out the terrain. He knew the river, knew the path to the mountains, like it was the back of his hand. There were good spots for him to lay over and rest, some a bit of a stretch from a previous lair, others a bit close, but he had ten days or so Bobby Rae had said. There would be no sense in rushing, and as he sat there, he made a mental note of the spots that would be good for resting.

Counting it up, he knew he’d need about eight days at most, to make it to where he had to go. That would give him some cover, plus it would also not tax his strength too much. While he felt he could trust Bobby Rae, he wasn’t going to arrive at the cave, and be unable to defend himself.

Just like he had taken a whole day to come up with a way to explain why he was in the woods, if Trent caught him. He had found a perfect spot that would let him view the clearing, and the path. It was ideal for him, where he could stretch out, and watch. Yet if Trent did spot him, he needed a plan.

In scouting the area out, he had noticed that a few spots had some good mushrooms growing around. It gave him his alibi. He’d make sure he had some nearby, so that he could explain his presence. He also made sure his spot was well flattened down too, to further give his alibi some credence, as to being a spot he used often, to rest after doing some mushroom picking.

He had it all worked out, and when finally ready to put his plan into action, he knew it would work. All the details had been attended to, now he would find out exactly what it was that football hero Trent did in the woods. From his scouting, he knew that Trent always took longer to go through the woods on Monday. There were other days, but Monday was a regular one. He always took longer, so as the next Monday approached, he got himself ready.

That first Monday had been quite an eye opener for him. He had figured that Trent would stop and do something like smoke a joint or something. It had been a hell of a surprise when he had watched him come along the path, barely audible. That had surprised him a bit, but then when he had come up to where the clearing was, his actions had made him tense up.

TJ had expected him to check to see if anyone was nearby, but the way Trent had moved, showed how nervous he was, how cautious too. The way he would walk up and down the path, peering into the woods, sniffing even. Man it was a bit uncanny, and TJ had felt himself sweating, wondering if Trent would spot him. There was one brief moment when he thought he would, but it passed.

Watching, he saw Trent carefully make his way to the little clearing, and to TJ’s surprise, he watched him get onto his knees, and suddenly pull his shorts down. His eyes bulged as he saw the hard dick, and how Trent stared down at it. The way his eyes seemed to suddenly sparkle, as he checked his own boner out.

The sudden show had made his own dick stiffen, but he kept himself still, wondering what the fuck was going on. Was Trent waiting for someone else? Maybe his latest squeeze would show up, but as he cocked his head to listen, there was no other sounds indicating anyone was coming.

He couldn’t believe it, as he watched Trent lick his fingers, then slowly run them along his hard dick. It was almost as if the guy was going to jerk off, which he was. At that time, he wasn’t sure, believing Trent was doing drugs not jacking himself off. After all, Trent could have any girl in town, anytime, so why would he find a secluded spot, to jack off? Didn’t make sense, but he was rather enjoying the show.

How Trent moved his fingers along the top of his taut dick, how it shook to his touch, how the muscles in his thighs quivered. TJ could see it all, from where he lay. It was uncomfortable, thanks to his own stiff dick, but he didn’t move a muscle.

His eyes were glued to Trent. To how his fingers moved up and down the top of the shaft, then circled underneath, to cup the balls. He got a good look at them, then. It was like looking at perfection, as he stared at the two round eggs in Trent’s open palm. How the hand held them, then slowly closed around them, to squeeze them.

Trent’s head tilted backwards a bit, and TJ was pretty certain he was licking his lips, as his other hand now moved to take hold of his cock. How it grasped the shaft, wrapping all of the fingers around the blood gorged pole, gave him a bit of a quiver. He felt his legs vibrate a bit, as he watched Trent move his one hand along the shaft, the other squeezing the balls.

It was then that he heard him, the soft moan that didn’t stop, but only got a bit louder as the hand moved faster along the shaft. The sound mixed with the birds chirping, the wind rustling through the trees, was amazing. He could still hear it now, as he looked out the window, seeing the darkness growing thicker.

TJ licked his lips, as he remembered how Trent’s voice had sounded, as he had stroked himself. The way it would sort of just sing out, like a chant that rose and dropped at points. His voice had a huskiness to it. Yet he couldn’t help but notice how the whole body also moved, shook as the hand began to stroke faster.

His eyes had bulged open as Trent’s had become nothing but a blur. The way it moved up and down that pole, how his whole body seemed to rock, and the moaning became louder almost made him want to grab hold of his own dick, and stroke it. He didn’t, because he knew Trent would hear him, but he almost risked it, that day.

It was that discipline he needed to hold onto now, as he thought about how it had felt to watch Trent jerk off, to watch him and see how his body moved, gauging when he would shoot. That helped keep his own hands still, as he watched the mouth, the lips tighten, then the facial muscles tighten too, and TJ knew it would be anytime soon.

He moved his eyes downwards, to watch the blurred hand working the dick, waiting for that final moment. The moaning became louder, and he licked his own lips, as he waited for that sign, for that spurt to happen. TJ recalled how his own body had tightened up, how every muscle in his body was taut. How he held his eyes open, afraid to even blink, for wanting to not miss that moment.

Thinking about it now, he realized how close he had come to missing it. Yet he had caught it, just as he had hoped. The sun had shone through, a ray catching that milky white liquid stream as it spurted through Trent’s clenched fist. He had seen it as it flew out, and as he heard the moan change its tempo.

He could hear his shallow breathing as well, as he watched that stream splatter far away. It was an amazing stream of cum, one he wished was hitting the back of his throat, instead of being wasted on the ground. How Trent’s whole body had shook, how his bones were sticking out, the muscles wrapped so tightly around them. TJ could see it all, as Trent shot his load.

The second and third pop was no less impressive. TJ couldn’t believe how much spunk the guy could shoot, nor how good of a view he had of it all. If only he could reach down, to grab his own dick, he knew he would cum too. Still, there was time enough for that once Trent left, plus now that he knew what went on, he also knew where he would be come next Monday.

As he watched Trent slowly relax, and lean forward, he saw how he reached down, and wiped a drop of his spent cum off his cock head. Looking on, he saw him put the finger with the cum up to his face, where he looked at it, then licked it clean. He could see Trent’s face, see the pleasure he was getting from it. If only that was his dick, he thought, as Trent stood up, his cock still semi hard.

Trent looked around a bit, then pulled his shorts back up, and it was suddenly like he hadn’t even missed a beat. He was off on the trail, moving down the pathway. As he heard the feet hit the ground, he couldn’t help but notice how light they sounded, how quickly their sound dissipated as well.

TJ had lain there for nearly ten minutes, before moving. His legs had cramped up, but all he could think of was Trent and his dick, at how he had stared at it, before jerking himself off. His own hand had his pants undone, and his own cock was sticking up in the air. He didn’t listen, or look around, but he quickly wrapped his hand around it, and felt the warmth, felt the blood pulsing through it.

His chest hurt, as he felt his body buck, then as his hand moved down the hard pole, his legs twitched, his toes tried to curl up, as he moved up the shaft. He had been right, it wouldn’t have taken him much effort, as he felt his balls release their precious fluid. He felt it rushing through his body, felt his whole body tremble.

He had never shot so much, or so hard, before. The image of Trent, of how his cum had spurted through his clenched fist, only made him ache even more. The way the muscles in his stomach had contracted, at how he could see them tighten under the golden flesh, made his own body grow hard.

The waves of pleasure were already travelling up and down his spine, before he realized he was cumming. His fingers were covered in his sticky cum, as he felt himself arch up, then fall back to the hard ground. His chest ached, as he felt his body drain totally of all fluids. The pain in his legs were intense, as the muscles finally released. His heart was thundering, as he felt the cum between his fingers start to dry in the warm air.

TJ looked up, saw how dark it had suddenly become. With a start, he realized it was time to leave the cabin, to begin his journey to the Cave. He quickly stood up, and pushed his pants down and off. Grabbing the Vaseline, he worked it up his legs, and as he coated his dick, the image of Trent flashed once more before him.

His hand stopped, quivering a bit, as he though about jerking off. The grease of the Vaseline would make it quick, but he also knew he couldn’t afford to do it. It simply wasn’t practical to jerk off now, but it would be a thought to hold onto, for when he made his first rest stop, before daylight. He could indulge himself then, if he wasn’t too tired.

He pulled his underwear and pants up, and sat down to put on the socks and boots. His face was set in a frown, as he listened for any strange noises, any indication that anyone was near by. He had managed to sneak up on Trent, and was damned if he’d let anyone do it to him.

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21May

Story – Caught (3)

Caught

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (3)

Terry licked his lips, as he stared intently at the little video screen on his camera. He could see Jesse standing, staring back at him with a sort of wide eyed look that showed how nervous he was feeling. He could see how he stood, so rigid, so stiff that he wondered what was going through his mind. The whole thing was a bit weird, to be caught by the guy, then instead of being run off the property, he had wound up sticking a dildo up the guy’s ass.

Life was certainly strange, but then too those red welts on the guy’s ass cheeks bothered him a bit. It really wasn’t any of his concern, besides which, it wasn’t like he had asked the guy to strip, or to perform. It was all Jesse’s idea and it was a chance he wasn’t going to ignore. The guy was even better looking than Damian in many respects.

Maybe it wasn’t so much that he was better looking, just that he had that shy, country boy look. The faded jeans, the boots, and the obligatory red and blue checked shirt. Naturally he had a scarf or whatever they called it, around his neck, which just made him look so sexy, that Terry couldn’t help but feel himself aroused. Man, what it would be like to taste the guy, to have his dick in his mouth, or up his ass, but he wasn’t about to make that kind of move. Least not until he got the video of the guy whacking off.

Terry could sense Jesse’s nervousness. He lifted his head up, and then moved back towards the spot he had placed the camera for his self jerk off video. He sat down, resting his back, and opening his legs a bit. Okay, it might be a bit much, but judging by how Jesse’s eyes kept following his every movement, he figured it might just be worth it.

Settling back, he lifted up the camera, shooting from a lower angle. He put the camera down, then staring up at Jesse, he told him to just ignore him, to look ahead, and to try and imagine himself with someone special. To think of that one person that got him horny and not worry about him or the camera.

Jesse nodded at him, then stared ahead. Terry watched as Jesse’s eyes fluttered a few times, opening and closing as he tried to picture someone. He found it strange, to see how much trouble he was having, figuring that most country boys his age were nothing but horn dogs, yet it didn’t seem that way with this one. He just watched, as finally his shoulders sagged a bit, and his hand moved up his leg.

Terry flicked the record switch, and the red light began to blink, as he watched the action on his little view screen. How the hand moved so hesitantly up his rather long legs, how the fingers began to spread apart as they moved up his side. The shirt seemed to flutter to the touch, but it was the wind picking up a bit, as Jesse moved his hand up, and then across to rest under his chin.

The fingers moved up the long thin neck, tracing a circle around the bopping Adam’s apple, then he tilted his head back, to show the underside of his chin. Terry sucked in his breath as he watched the fingers move up and over. They crossed the well defined chin, then two of the fingers moved up and over the thin pale lips. One finger suddenly disappeared behind the lips, into Jesse’s mouth.

He watched him suck on his finger, noticing what a natural he was, as the finger moved in and out very slowly. He gulped as he saw him take it out, then lower his head to stare down at the camera. It was a look he had never seen before, one that got his heart firing on all cylinders. He could feel it racing inside his chest as the eyes fluttered, then looked up to stare off into the forest ahead.

The hand moved down his chest, and pulled the shirt out, and began to unbutton it. His fingers moved slowly, starting at the bottom, as they moved upwards, until the entire shirt was open. Jesse pushed his hand inside, and tilted his head back, a soft moan escaping his lips as the hand moved slowly up and down, hidden by the shirt. Terry couldn’t help but feel his blood boiling, feel his own dick starting to grow inside his pants. God the kid was a damn natural, as the hand moved so seductively under the shirt.

His small moans were so arousing, Terry hoped the built in microphone would pick it up. Gawd, how sensuous it was, to watch his hand move up and down his long torso, the occasional flash of golden skin tantalizing him. Then slowly, he saw the hand spread the shirt open more, gradually letting Terry and his camera capture more of his perfect looking skin.

The one hand moved across and out now, taking the shirt edge, and pulling it back so he was now displaying a completely bare side of his upper body. His own eyes bulged as he saw the deep purple skin around a fully erect nipple. It wasn’t large, but it stood out clearly against the golden tone of the chest, and then the shirt was pushed over the arm and off the shoulder. Terry could see the shoulder bone as the arm moved, to let the fabric fall off, with now only half of the shirt covering his front.

The camera zoomed in as he saw the shirt tail rise up, while the sleeve dangled behind the thin frame. Licking his own lips he moved the camera upwards, to take Jesse’s facial expression in. He couldn’t help but see how the eyes had narrowed, how the nostrils were flaring a little, and how his mouth had a firm set to it. Moving the camera back down, he saw the Adam’s apple bopping up and down, as the freed hand moved across and under the remaining portion of the shirt.

Swallowing hard, he heard the soft whimper, as he saw the shape of the hand reaching across, and circling where the hidden nipple was. He could see the fingers pull together, certain that Jesse was tweaking his own nipple between them. The ache in Terry’s groin was becoming a bit uncomfortable, as he watched mesmerized by the soft motion of the hand under the shirt.

The shirt fluttered a bit at the bottom, then slowly Terry watched Jesse pushing it back, watching the arm move away from his body, as the shirt began to slide off the shoulder. He could see the muscles, the bone even, as the shirt slid down the arm, towards his wrist. When it was nearly off, Jesse flicked his wrist, making the shirt sort of jerk away from him, to fall to the ground.

He could see Jesse’s chest heaving, see the way the skin shimmered a bit in the filtered sunlight that was coming through the dense covering of the trees around them. It had a sort of haze in it, tiny dust particles highlighted by the sun’s rays, that made Jesse’s body shimmer a bit.

Wiping his eyes, he saw the small little tremble go up and down, as Jesse began to once more caress his own body. The hand moved across his belly, making it seem like it was rippling, then slowly inched it’s way back up towards his head. Keeping the camera on the hand, he stood transfixed by the motion, until it reached the hollow of the neck. The camera continued to move upwards, while the hand slid to one side of the chest. He saw the face looking outwards, the thins tightly held together.

Quickly he moved back down, to watch the hand moved down to the pants, where he saw one leg jerk forward, cross over the other. He let the camera move down, noticing the very thick bulge in the crotch, as he let the camera take in Jesse’s long legs. He let the camera focus on the feet, as Jesse pulled the boots off, by simply hooking the heel into the toe of the one, and pulling his leg up.

As the boot came off, he watched as he simply tossed it aside, with his foot, as if he had done it a thousand times. Then he hooked the remaining boot over the stocking foot, and once more pulled the leg up. How the pants rode up his leg, tightening, highlighting his leg muscles was caught by the camera, as he now stood in his stocking feet.

The body moved, as one leg was lifted up and crossed over the other, so that Jesse was sort of hopping a bit on the one foot. The hands moved into the picture frame, and quickly the sock was removed. He bit his lip as he stared at the bare foot being shown in the screen, his eyes lifting up over the screen to actually look directly at the naked foot. Jesse didn’t seem to notice, as he lifted up his other foot, and again crossing it over the firmly planted leg, his hand moved in and removed the sock.

Terry noticed how the toes wiggled once freed of the sock, and at how long they all looked. He hadn’t gotten much of a look when Jesse was taking the dildo, but he was rather certain the guy was hung, and uncut. He was about to find out, as the naked foot was once more on the ground, and Jesse was no longer hopping around. Moving the camera back up the long legs, he saw one hand hooked on the waist band of the pants, the other slowly moving up the leg. It looked so inviting, he was tempted to just put the camera down and go over to undo the pants himself.

Biting his lip, he watched as Jesse moved his hands around to either side, the thumbs hooked inside the pants, sort of pulling the waist band outwards. It pulled the pants tighter around his groin, showing his bulge even more, as he finally moved the hands back to the front of the pants. Both hands were over the button, and there was no mistaking Jesse’s heavy breathing. Terry lifted the camera up quickly, to grab a quick head shot, noticing how the head was tilted back, just a little, but still focused forward, into the woods.

Sound of the zipper quickly had him moving the camera back down, to aim right at Jesse’s crotch. It looked so full, as he saw the pants open, a faded blue fabric behind the open flap of the faded jeans. Terry felt his heart skip a beat as the pants opened wider, and he could see the outline of a huge pole pushed to one side.

The pants were slowly being pushed down by both hands, and he could see the hair falling in front, as Jesse leaned forward, to slide them down. He watched with his mouth open a bit, as the pants continued their slow downward journey, until they rested at the ankles. His eyes stared at the limbs, noting the soft colored hairs on the skin, gently swaying in the afternoon breeze.

Gulping, he glanced up from the video screen, to see Jesse looking right at him, almost expressionless. The lips were drawn, paler than at first, yet set firmly as he slowly lifted himself upright again, the pants at his ankles. Then carefully he lifted up one leg, flexing it upwards, as his other foot held the pants down, until the foot was freed of the jeans.

Then with his foot still bound by the pants, he shot the leg forward, arching his foot, so the pants would fly off the foot. They went sailing, which he captured perfectly on the video, following their brief flight, as they left Jesse’s body. Looking back at Jesse, his eyes moved up the lanky body, noting the bulging thighs, then the hard lump that showed in the threadbare fabric of Jesse’s shorts.

The guy was a natural, he thought, as his eyes were held captive by the rather large lump. He could clearly see the outline of the cock, see how thick it looked within the shorts, and he felt his mouth going dry, as he glanced up, to see the glazed look in Jesse’s eyes.

The hands moved up and down the legs, slowly, teasing him, and whoever else was to ever see the video. It was so natural looking, so unforced that he couldn’t help but feel his own chest heaving in anticipation. His eyes were glues to the show in front, as a hand moved lightly over the crotch, gently passing over the large pole shaped lump. Terry saw the pole twitch, as the hand moved slowly over it.

Blinking rather quickly, he felt himself swallow hard. The idea of having that hidden pole in his mouth or up his ass was becoming too much to ignore. It was so amazing, as he watched the hand clench, then two fingers moved back down, barely grazing the outline of the hard pole. Licking his lips, he watched as the two fingers moved down, to reach under the leg of the shorts, and slowly pull up on it.

Staring wide eyed, he saw the bulge grow more pronounced, as Jesse pulled his shorts backwards, tightening the material around the dick held captive inside. He couldn’t wait, he thought, as the camera kept recording. Terry felt his hand quiver a bit, as the fingers suddenly released the material, then move quickly up to the waist band of the shorts. They were grasping the edge as he sucked in his breath, waiting for the revelation of that throbbing cock.

Jesse suddenly stopped, then his hand moved downwards, very slowly. He was taunting Terry, or so it seemed, as the shorts began to creep downwards. Terry could feel his eyes widen, as the first glimpse of the small pubic hairs began to appear, as the outline of the groin became visible. His chest hurt, and he could feel the lump of his own cock shifting, jerking inside the pants, as the shorts made their way down, yet still hiding the hard penis from view.

A quick look up and Terry could see Jesse’s head tilted back, the eyes shut tightly. His nostrils were flaring a bit, as he let his hands push down. There was no doubt, he had found someone to think about, making Terry wonder who it could be. Still, he didn’t dwell on it as he moved back to watch the hard cock being unwrapped.

Licking the lips, he saw the flesh begin to show, the fresh pink color of the pole, a bit whiter at the base, from being pushed down by the shorts. He saw it slowly fall downwards, as the shorts pushed, then he found himself jerking backwards, as the cock shot out from the restraint of the shorts.

One second he had seen its outline, next it was jerking in the air, pointed nearly straight at him, away from Jesse’s trembling body. He could see the quiver in the thighs, as the cock stuck straight out at him. The cock head was not fully showing, hidden by a dark patch of foreskin, nearly covering most of the head. It was perfect, to his eyes, as he zoomed the camera in.

The brighter color of the head, in sharp contrast to the foreskin, made him quiver. As he held the camera up, moving it slowly up and down, to capture all of the beauty of the naked young man, he couldn’t help but let his other hand rest on his own lap, feeling his own arousal at the stiffening penis.

Moving back to focus on the penis, he sucked in his breath, noticing the very full balls, that dangled freely below. Each one swayed a bit, the shape of the testes clearly visible in the swollen sac. He could see the tiny bristles of hair that appeared across the scrotum, that had a sort of leathery look to it. A bit darker than the flesh of the penis, that was still in need of some growing. Yet even as Terry realized Jesse wasn’t fully hard yet, he couldn’t help but admire the length and thickness.

He could see the mottled color of the veins criss crossing the large pole, see the skin around the head drooping forward a bit, as Jesse stepped out of his shorts, and took a step back. Then he watched as the hand moved down the thighs, pulling the soft thigh flesh back, so that Terry could film the crotch without any other skin showing.

The pain in his groin was almost too much, as his hand moved a bit over it, pushing his own hard cock to the side, as he once more zoomed in on the hardening cock. He could almost believe he could smell his aroma, but he knew it was just his imagination. With the camera rolling, he saw the body begin to sink down, as Jesse began to fall down, or appear to.

He was lowering himself, to kneel and Terry got a guick head shot, seeing the intensity in the face, how the muscles were all tightening, highlighting the bone structure of the younger man. Sucking in his own breath, he watched Jesse sit down on the back of his legs, his knees firmly planted into the blanket. Yet the cock still was sticking straight out, the balls sort of folded outwards, below the wavering pole.

Jesse’s hand came off the thigh, and reached forward and to one side, where the bottle of lubricant was, and as if born to it, flipped the lid open with his thumb. He brought the bottle over, and slowly tipping it over, began to let the lube pour down in a stream, on top of the hard pole, near the base. He moved his hand forward, making the stream of lube follow with the hand, until it was coating the cock head.

Moving the camera up, he saw Jesse lean backwards, over his legs. His head was tossed back, as one hand rested behind him, the other now letting the lube rest next to him, then move and taking hold of the coated pole. The fingers slowly wrapped around the base of the cock, until the whole hand was clenching the pole.

His hand moved slowly forward, until it came to the very tip, where he let it flow over the head, rubbing the lubricant over it, smearing the tiny drop of pre cum that suddenly appeared. Terry heard the soft moan, and looking up, noticed that Jesse’s eyes were tightly shut. The hand now began to move in a sort of circular motion over the hard pole, pushing the skin back, then sort of twisting around, until it was back at the groin.

Jesse’s hand began to stroke the hard pole very slowly, moving up and down, stopping every other time, to reach down and poke at the full balls below, then quickly move back to take hold of the cock. The foreskin was gradually tightening, as more of the deeper colored cock head began to show. It had started out looking so bright, so fresh, but as the blood rushed through the skin, it grew darker, and darker in color. The gleam of the lubricant adding to its hue. Terry felt the catch in his throat, heard his own tiny groan, as he watched the eighteen year old begin to pull on the cock a bit quicker.

The body was shaking, it showed in the view screen, as the hand moved up and over the hard pole. The foreskin was taut now, tight around the whole cock, just a bit loose enough to push forward when the hand was up near the cock head, then it would tighten up as the hand pulled backwards. Terry felt his own body aching, felt the muscles in his butt clench and unclench, as he watched Jesse stroking himself.

The hand he was resting on, came forward, the body lifting forwards a bit, to compensate. The hand moved up his chest, grabbing one nipple and twisting it, as the other hand moved faster over the hard pole. Terry could hear Jesse’s breath becoming more rapid, more shallow, as the hand was becoming a blur over the hard pole.

Terry let the camera pan upwards for a brief shot. He saw how the face was constricted, how the young man’s entire body was taut and stretched. He could see the thighs jutting out as the camera moved back down, see the muscles inside coiling, tightening up, as the hand moved quicker over the shiny pole. His own throat felt parched, his own chest heaved, as he heard Jesse crying out, calling out in short raspy gasps.

Terry felt his mouth hanging open, as he held the camera as steady as possible with one hand, his other hand now reaching for his own cock, still in his pants. It hurt to touch it, to poke at it, as he saw Jesse’s hand becoming a total blur. He heard his raspy groans, heard his cries, as his body grew even more tight.

I am cumming, quick, take it, hurry, Oh God, hurry

The words thundered in his head, stunning him, then he dropped the camera, and leaned forward. He stretched out fully, to see the hand holding the cock, to see Jesse’s hand quivering, as he held the throbbing pole and had it aimed towards Terry. He didn’t even think, as he pushed forward, to get between the legs, to let his hands move up and touch the hot burning flesh of Jesse’s hips.

Jesse’s hands moved out of the way, reaching up until they were grapping at Terry’s head. He felt the fingers take hold of his hair, pulling him forward.

I can’t hold it, hurry

Terry took hold of the hard cock, feeling his whole body suddenly go into shock. His legs suddenly ached, as he opened his mouth wide, smelling the man scent of Jesse, seeing nothing but the glistening cock head. He felt his head being forced forward, as he breathed in deeply, as the cock in his grasp suddenly jerked backwards.

Moving faster, he felt his lisp touch the hot cock head, as it shot forward, the tip just inside his lips. The spray of hot cum was suddenly filling his whole mouth, and Terry gagged on the stream of milk that suddenly was rolling down his unprepared throat. He groaned, as his head was yanked forward, until the cock was thrusting deep into his throat.

He gagged again, as the huge pole filled his mouth, now impaled into his mouth, already flooded by a sea of hot salty man milk. Terry coughed, swallowing at the same time, as cum dribbled out from the corners of his mouth, as he tried to keep it all inside. His tongue was flatten down, as the throbbing pole continued to vibrate, to jerk back then shoot forwards, as more of the hot milk came flooding into his mouth.

He moaned, as his hands grabbed the base of the cock tightly, squeezing it as he felt his nose buried into the soft flesh of Jesse’s groin. His legs shot out, and his whole body trembled, as he began to taste the cum, that was like an endless stream.

Slowly he began to get on top of the flood in his mouth, to have less dribble out, as he tightened his hold around the cock shaft. His lips hurt, as he began to pull his head back, sucking on the cock in his mouth. He could taste it all now, feel it in the pit of his stomach, feel it drying across his chin, and over his hand.

Terry felt the final spasm, as it rolled over from Jesse’s pole, into his mouth. He felt it begin, felt it gather strength, as it travelled along the throbbing pole, to his own lips, through his own jaw, and into his whole body. He felt his own reaction, felt his own cock stiffening inside the pants, felt his buttocks clench tighter, as the last of Jesse’s cum dribbled out.

Pulling his head back, he felt the foreskin as the cock head seemed to suddenly shrink. As he sucked, tasting the salty flesh, his own body shook one more time, and then his mouth was off Jesse’s trembling cock. Terry pulled back a bit, as he felt the hard beat of his heart, the heave of his chest, as his eyes blinked, staring at Jesse’s penis.

Terry could hear the harsh gasps from above, and he lifted his head upwards, to stare up at Jesse. He saw his nostrils flaring, saw the sheen of sweat glistening on his chest, as it heaved. He lifted himself up a bit, as his eyes moved further up, to see the face, to see the glazed look gradually leaving Jesse’s eyes.

He pulled himself back, to once more sit up, and as he did, Jesse moved his legs, to have them crossed over in front as well. Jesse just looked at him, his eyes looking indirectly at Terry, but they looked so wide, so frightened, that it made him just look back, a small smile on his face. He didn’t know what to say, or if he should, as he waited for Jesse to say or do something.

Terry wiped his face, with the back of his hand, tasting the dried cum, realizing it had a bit of sweetness to it, as well as the saltiness. It had felt so good, to taste that milk, to feel it nearly overwhelm him. He felt the ache in his own groin, and glanced down at the bulge in his pants. As he did, he could feel Jesse’s eyes following his movement, feel them stare at his bulge.

Glancing up, he couldn’t mistake the hungry look in the guy’s eyes, as he leaned back, spreading his legs apart, and as he did, he saw the way the eyes seemed to just widen even more. He reached down, and pushed his basket, seeing the eyes follow his movement. Without a second thought, he reached up, and undid the button, then unzipped his pants.

With his pants open, he finally lifted his head up, to stare directly into Jesse’s eyes.

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17May

Story – Caught (pt.2)

Caught

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (2)

The question caught him off guard. He couldn’t help but notice that the man holding his camera was about his age, had a rather nice looking face, but the way he kept looking at Terry’s crotch seemed a bit unnerving. It was almost as if he couldn’t make up his mind about what he was staring at, which kept Terry feeling apprehensive.

Just someone I know

He must have said Damian’s name when he was jerking off, but he didn’t remember. It was all a blur really, other than he knew he had felt good, at the time, until now. Looking up, he couldn’t make out if the guy was disgusted or just unsure, as he stared down at Terry.

A quick glance did notice a bit of a bulge, which sort of relaxed him, but the solemn look on the guy’s face was disquieting, none the less. The way he had his lips closed so tightly, drawn even, wasn’t a good sign. Then too, he hadn’t made any threatening moves, yet.

You one of those porn actors?

Terry blinked, not sure what this guy’s game was. He was still holding onto the camera, rather tightly too which added to his nervousness, but his voice didn’t sound menacing, and honestly, his look wasn’t all that angry looking.

Uh, no, no I am not

Oh, so uh, what’s with this? You uh, auditioning or something?

There was something in his voice, when he asked, almost wistful, as if he sort of wished that was the case, plus when Terry had said he wasn’t a porn actor, the guy seemed to sag a bit, as if disappointed. This was becoming a bit weird, as he pulled his pants back up, careful to keep his eyes on the stranger.

Why? Uh, bit personal, don’t you think?

I suppose, that a problem?

Uh no, guess not, so uh, who are you?

Jesse, my folks own this property.

Oh, I didn’t, I mean I thought… I am Terry.

Cool, uh yeah guess the fence does need mending, and new signs put up.

At first he wanted to just sort of give him some smart ass reply, but the way he was standing, shifting his stance as if he had something on his mind, made him bite his tongue a bit. There was something different about the whole thing, not like he was yelling at him to get off private property, or threatening really.

Uh, I didn’t mean to uh trespass, uh didn’t see any signs, and the fence, well it is pretty well fallen down, uh, I’ll take my camera and leave.

It’s cool, I am the only one who comes out this far, uh, here, so uh, why the camera? You trying out for one of them internet porn sites or something? That would be trippy.

Terry reached forward, to take his camera, but the way Jesse looked, how he said it, made him hesitate a bit. Fuck, why not he thought, be better than saying he wanted to watch himself jerking off, added a bit of spice to it too.

Uh yeah, sort of, just sort of doing it on a lark.

Cool, be rather fun, all those chicks to dick, uh, if you get selected, still, it would be cool, plus it would make it easy to get chicks, not that you would need to, I am sort of, well, sounds cool man.

Uh huh, something to brag about I guess.

Yeah, it sure would make a guy’s friends jealous, I mean to be getting all that pussy, uh, you think I’d stand a chance? I mean I am not as well built as you, but it would be fun to see.

The way he looked, when he asked was rather arousing. Terry couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but he was definitely getting the impression that Jesse was a bit, well, more like a kid, than anything else. Like he was good looking, seemed to be close in age, but he acted like he was maybe 14 or so.

Well, uh, you have to be at least 18, and I don’t know, I uh guess you could uh try.

Turned 18 couple of months back, so that’s not a problem, uh, does it have to be a video? I uh, we don’t have one.

He felt relieved at that bit of news. For a moment he was worried, but hell if Jesse was 18, why did he act like he was just finding out about sex? Maybe it was living in the country, but the city wasn’t more than a good 15 minute drive, so was he one of those kids whose parents kept him at home? Christ just what he needed, to be caught whacking off on some cult property or something.

Oh, uh, well, yeah it uh does, I mean least I uh think so.

That sucks, uh, those cameras aren’t cheap, uh, can you rent them?

Actually, uh, this one is about $400, which isn’t bad, and I really don’t know, maybe you can borrow one from a friend?

I don’t have that kind of money, or friends with that kind of cash. Besides I don’t think any of my friends have one, then if they did though, I’d have to explain, but it would be kinda fun, I mean to uh, you know, see if they thought I was good enough, be a great way to get laid too.

He really did think Jesse was that naïve, the way he kept trying to bring up about girls, about sex. It was like he found someone who could tell him all he didn’t know, yet looking at him, he didn’t seem stupid, or ignorant. He had to know about sex, about this stuff, Christ he was 18, where did he go to school? Hick High? Still, it could be an act, but he just didn’t look like the type who could be anything, other than what he appeared to be.

Yeah, uh…

Maybe you could… uh nah, never mind

No, go ahead, what?

Well, I mean, you are here and done yours, maybe uh, maybe you could take one of me? I mean, I can maybe pay you for the film, and you could uh, maybe send it with yours?

You serious?

He had blurted it out, and saw how Jesse seemed to take a step backwards, surprised by Terry’s words. It was like he knew he was doing something wrong, or thought he was. Besides, looking at him, he wouldn’t mind seeing him jack off. There was no mistaking that Jesse had a decent body on him, and might be one of those that looked even better without clothes.

Well, yeah, why not? You think I’d stand a chance?

Uh, sure, I guess, but uh, you sure about this? I mean if they uh, I mean you’d have to uh, oh hell, sure, if you want, I could uh record you, I have some spare disks.

Disks?

Uh yeah, it takes little discs, like the music one’s, they uh, don’t use film, it’s uh all digital.

Cool, bet they are expensive?

Nah, about $4, so sure, I mean if you really are serious.

Yeah I am, uh, what do I have to do?

You really are 18, I mean you gotta send ID and all, so uh, you are, right?

Yeah, I got my ID here, see.

He took the plastic license from Jesse’s hand, feeling how warm the hand was to his touch. Terry looked at it, and did the math in his head, and Jesse was right, he was 18, not feeding him a line.

Well, uh, seeing as how I can move around, uh, you just sort of strip, then well, you know, you play with yourself, sort of make it sexy, not just uh, jack off, but uh, build up to it.

Like what you were doing?

Uh yeah.

Cool, yeah I can do that, uh, you think I have a shot?

I don’t know, I suppose.

So, uh, do I take all my clothes off? I mean you didn’t, so do I…

Well, I didn’t have anyone to hold the camera, so I tried to just, you know, do what I could in front of the camera.

Oh, maybe you want to redo yours? I could hold the camera for you, course you’d have to show me how to work it, but, I mean I could do that if you want, I mean seeing as how…

Damn, the idea of jerking off, of shoving his toy up his ass, while having Jesse watching, recording it, was adding to the ache in his crotch. The whole idea was almost too good to be true, but maybe he was lucking out. Like, how long could he go without something decent happening?

Maybe after, I uh, I mean kind of hard to do it again, so soon.

Yeah, I hear ya man, so, do I lay down after I strip? Or should I do it all standing up?

Well, uh, maybe start off standing, and uh, well, then yeah maybe lay down on the blanket, to uh, finish.

Okay, what about, I mean, you had that uh, do I uh need to, I mean that looks a bit…

Jesse had turned his head, to look down at the blanket, where Terry had left his dildo. It lay there, next to the lube. Looking at him, Terry could see he was sort of puzzled, unsure of himself, as if he didn’t really know what it was.

The idea of filming him, of having him shove a dildo in his ass, while he watched was making him feel rather warm, sweaty even. He wiped his forehead, and realized that Jesse was waiting for an answer.

Oh no, well, I do have a smaller one, so uh, yeah, if you want, it uh, it might help. They uh, they don’t require it, but uh, do say it would uh, be better if you used one.

Weird, uh okay, I suppose if it helps, I can try, does it hurt much?

Nah, not if you do it right. Takes a bit to get used to at first, but its cool.

How do you, I mean I never used one of them, how do you know you are doing it right?

It’s not hard, uh, you could practice first, see if you uh, want to use it.

I don’t know, that one looks awfully big to go in such a small place, it has to hurt.

Here, this one is a lot smaller, and if you use enough lube, well, it just sort of slides in real easy.

Oh, I can use this one instead of the bigger one? Won’t they sort of, you know not count as good?

Watching Jesse holding the smaller dildo he had pulled out of his bag, he couldn’t help but feel his dick jerk a bit inside his pants. Christ he was getting hard already, even after shooting a huge load minutes earlier.

Shouldn’t matter, for a first time, it’ll be just as good.

So, how do I? I mean try it out, do I…

Just uh, well, drop your pants, and well, you bend over and then you sort of get it between, and find the uh, the spot, then slowly work it in, uh you push in, only uh when you are comfortable, stop if it hurts, till you uh, get used to it, then, uh, well…

I don’t know, uh, what if I uh, what if it gets uh, well…

I got stuff to clean it with, just make sure uh, make sure you put enough of the lube on it, first. Uh, maybe put some in your uh, in there first.

Huh? How do I? Man there is a lot to this.

He could see the concern in Jesse’s face, the way his nose was a bit wrinkled up, the corners of his mouth turned up as well. His eyes were narrowed, and you could tell he was thinking about it, wondering how to do all that Terry had explained to him. He really was that much of a rookie, which made him a bit nervous.

You just uh, well put some on your fingers, and uh, well you slide them uh in, and uh, well coat the inside, then put some on the uh, dildo, and well, get it there and just, work it in, as you uh, as uh when it feels okay.

How much, how much of that do I use?

Well, uh, I guess till you feel like uh, hell, you uh, want me to do it for you? I mean, if you uh…

I guess, I mean if uh, man this is weird, but I don’t know how much to use, or how to tell, so, uh, this is weird man.

Yeah, I had to have someone help at first too, uh, it was no big deal, so if you want…

Okay, yeah, that uh, that would be cool then. I kind want to do it right, it be so cool to land a gig like that, make all my friends jealous.

He couldn’t help but laugh, which made Jesse smile a little. Seeing that grin, made Terry’s heart skip a beat, as it really lit up his face. He looked so innocent then, and his eyes were sparkling too, as if he was proud of himself. It was like a peacock, strutting its feathers for the first time.

Jesse moved over to stand on the blanket, and he turned his body so that his back was facing Terry. He stood there for a moment, then glanced back and gave Terry that grin again, as he unbuckled his belt.

What if it uh, what if it hurts too much?

Just tell me, I’ll stop, but don’t worry, you’ll do fine.

Really? You think so?

Yeah, I do.

With that, Jesse turned his face away and looked down as he unzipped the pants, then pushed them down his legs. Terry watched at how quickly the young man dropped his pants, and at how white his flesh looked. Least most of it, as there were some red welts across his buttocks, but he didn’t want to ask, afraid of maybe Jesse changing his mind.

Yet, as he stepped up closer, he could see several of the red welts, not old, criss crossed over the entire buttocks. He let his hand reach out, to touch the outline of one, felt the cheeks tremble to his touch.

Sorry

That’s okay, it doesn’t hurt anymore.

Your uh, your dad do that?

Jesse turned his face around, and looked up at Terry. There was a darkness in his eyes, a sort of sadness he hadn’t seen before. It gave him a bit of a chill, as he looked at Jesse, then at the red welts.

No, that was from the Pastor, my uh, penance for uh, well, just penance for somethin’ I did. Is it uh, is it gonna make my chances worse?

He sucked in his breath, as he thought about it. It wasn’t that he was religious himself, but from what little he did know, and had been involved in as a kid, the preacher didn’t go around tanning someone’s bottom, certainly not an eighteen year olds. It obviously wasn’t something Jesse wanted to talk about either, as he swallowed, and tried to put it out of his mind.

Huh? Uh, no, no it won’t.

Okay, I guess I am ready, if you are.

Terry could see how tense he was, how his legs were stiff, and yet as he reached down for the bottle of lubricant, he felt the excitement growing. It wasn’t everyday he got to lube up a straight farm boy, which Jesse obviously was. Plus, he’d get the double reward of having it all on Video, including him jerking off.

He poured some of the lube onto the tips of two fingers, and then with one hand, he gently pushed the two cheeks apart. Jesse spread his legs a bit wider, adjusting to the touch. Terry put the lubed fingers near the small of his back, then slowly let them slide down the opened cheeks, along the tender flesh of the valley between.

The two cheeks seemed to quiver a bit, as his fingers moved down, and between them. He could hear Jesse holding his breath, as the fingers finally came to Jesse’s rectum. The muscle was tight, and the whole body suddenly seemed to tense up even more.

Take a deep breathe, hold it, and let it out as you feel my fingers push in, okay?

Jesse just nodded, as Terry heard him taking a huge breath in. He waited a second, before he began to push forward with one finger, feeling the muscle resist him at first, then gradually ease up, so that his tip began to move inwards.

Terry felt the body shake, felt the young man release his breath, then suck it in again as the tip of the finger worked a bit more in, a bit more past the tight muscle. He could feel how tight he was, how the muscle clung to the edges of his finger tip, despite the lubricant.

His other hand held Jesse by the hips, as he let his finger stop, the very tip just inside. The body was shaking a bit, but soon calmed down, as he then pushed in a bit more, keeping the pressure steady and slow. Terry heard Jesse grunt as the finger pushed inwards. It felt so warm, so tight that he closed his eyes, pushing the finger in a bit more, until he felt his knuckles pushing up. He had his whole finger in, and so far, Jesse hadn’t asked him to stop.

He twisted it a bit, which made Jesse moan, a sort of soft whimper really. There was no doubt he was enjoying the finger in his hole, as Terry began to slowly pull it out, but before it could pop free, he stopped. He let it stay there, letting Jesse get used to it, then after a slow count of three, he pushed back in, feeling the muscles grip his finger, as it slid past them.

Slowly he let his finger go in and out, not wanting to rush it, or make him feel uncomfortable. At the same time, he wished he could reach down, and grab his own cock, because it was turning him on like nothing else had before. Hell, he’d love to reach out and grab Jesse’s dick, but he knew that would be a deal breaker.

Getting control over himself, he pulled his finger out, and heard the sigh from Jesse. He quickly lubed the smaller dildo, and placed it, as he had his finger. Just as then, Jesse tightened up, his cheeks quivered a bit, as Terry began to slide the head of the dildo down between the cheeks.

As before, Jesse shuffled his feet, spreading his legs further apart, or at least as far as he could given how his pants were at his ankles, restricting his movement. Terry could hear Jesse’s rapid breathing getting more ragged, as the dildo came to the hole, and he gently pushed it forward, so that the head was just lightly pushing the tiny muscles apart.

Jesse grunted again, as his body shook, and he looked back over his shoulder at Terry. His eyes were wide open, as he looked hard into Terry’s face.

It hurts a bit

I know, just take a few deep breathes, then take another, hold it, and slowly let it out, the pain changes, and it goes away, don’t worry, you can do this.

I am trying.

You are doing fine, go on take a few more deep breathes

Terry waited until Jesse had taken several breathes, then leaning over, to whisper softly into Jesse’s ear, he told him to take one more, to hold it, and to slowly let it go.

As he heard him begin to exhale, he pushed firmly on the back of the dildo, feeling the resistance from Jesse’s muscle, then suddenly he was in, the muscle had given in. He heard Jesse cry out, but he didn’t tell him to stop, as he continued to gently push forward.

He could feel the body all tense up, feel the muscle inside trying to prevent the thinner dildo from going further, but his was the stronger force. His hand pushed on the end, while the other reached around, to hold Jesse, at his waist, pulling him back towards him and the dildo sliding into him.

The touch of his hand over Jesse’s bare belly made him tremble a bit, and he could feel the stomach ripple too, as he held him firmly, pulling back. There was no resistance from Jesse, as his body sank backwards, as he managed to slide the dildo in past the tiny pink hole. He could hear him groan, feel his body shudder, as his insides were gradually spread apart.

Feeling Jesse’s whole body shaking was making Terry sweat, as he held him close. His hand pushing the dildo in, his other hand feeling the muscles rippling under the skin of his stomach. The sound of Jesse’s panting made him moan himself, which he quickly cut off, fearing it would tip Jesse off.

Uh you can reach back, and move it in and out, just take it slow, okay?

Uh, it hurts, I don’t know man, uh maybe…

It’ll be easier later on, you’ll be able to uh spread your legs more, that’ll help.

You sure? It isn’t all that bad, but I don’t know. It’s weird feeling something in there.

Yeah well, you’ll get used to it, go on, you reach back and uh, you move it in and out, just don’t take it out, until you are ready.

Terry stepped back as Jesse’s hand came back, and brushed past his. It was like touching something electrical, the energy or spark just seemed to make his whole body flinch. His eyes were glued to the way the hand moved, as he grunted a bit, as he tried to work the smaller dildo in and out.

He couldn’t help but stare at the butt cheeks, at how they glistened from his sweat, and how they moved as he tried to get comfortable with the dildo inside. Terry felt his own cock stirring, and he adjusted his own package, as finally Jesse seemed to have had enough.

Taking it out, he held it in his hand as he stood up, grunting a bit, and turned his head to stare at Terry. His eyes were rather sparkling, sort of like saying he was proud of himself, at being able to do it.

The pain wasn’t as bad as I thought.

Yeah it goes away quickly, as long as you take it easy, uh, well, you ready? I mean to make your video?

Jesse nodded as he bend down, to let the dildo rest on the blanket, and pull up his pants. As he zipped up, and turned around, there was no mistaking the thick bulge in the front. The dildo had certainly gotten him excited, as Terry bent down, and taking his rag and the plastic bottle of bleach, began to clean the dildo.

He reached inside his bag, pulling out some bottled water, that he ran over the dildo, then he pulled out a fresh bottle of lubricant. Looking up, he could see how attentively Jesse was looking at him, watching his every move.

Standing up, he picked up the camera, taking the disc out and putting it away in his bag. He grabbed a fresh one, inserted into the compartment, shutting it and looking up at Jesse.

Okay, so, uh just sort of try to ignore me being here, okay, don’t look at the camera if I move out of view, it’ll seem more natural then, okay? Ready?

Jesse looked at him, and nodded.

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