Tunnel Vision

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Derrick picked his way through the fallen rubble, his flashlight shining in all directions, as he tried to estimate the damage done by the fallen bricks. He couldn’t believe how little there really was, but still, he had to be certain. That, added with being partnered with a new guy, was making it slow going.

Still he couldn’t complain too much. He had Scully working ahead, and was following behind, making sure that nothing was missed. One missed brick, one missed gap in a supporting brick, and next train through could result in something he didn’t even want to think about.

He had been working the line for nearly ten years now. It was an odd job, walking the tunnels, checking for fallen debris, keeping the tracks clear. Strange at how there was always something new to find in the dark tunnels. Like last week it was a pram, stuffed with baby stuff, but thankfully no baby. Still, a few hundred quid of goods, not to mention that the pram was rather pricey looking.

How it got in the tunnel was a mystery, but he never worried about that. He just reported it, or sent it to the depot for safe keeping. Course, there were one or two items he didn’t send along, like the time he found a shaking runaway sleeping in an alcove of the tunnel.

If it hadn’t been for the bright yellow strips of the young man’s vest, he’d have missed him. Still, the 19 year old shouldn’t have been there. One wrong toss in his sleep and he’d be on the rails, which had happened. There had been too many street people killed or worse, maimed, from sleeping inside the tunnels. Least this one had the sense to wear a proper vest. Still, if he had fallen onto the tracks, it wouldn’t have done him much good.

Besides, as he trudged along, he was getting too old for all this. A nice pint, feet up on a stool, the local team kicking ass of the cross town rivals, was all he wanted. His time of shagging everything in sight was long gone, besides not many of the types he liked wanted to do an old geezer like him.

Mind you he didn’t really think he was that old. Sure he had just celebrated his 40^th birthday, but he was still fit. He might have a bit of gray hair, his beard might be a bit longer, but his body was still as trim as it was when he had been playing football at college. His belly was just as flat, his waist still fit nicely into a pair of 28 size pants, and age hadn’t shrivelled up his manhood either. He could still get that old pecker up, and keep it up without any need of pills or other devices.

Still, many of the younger lads looked at him as if he was a grandpa. Like what did they know? That street kid sure was surprised by how good he could be, which is one more reason why he kept his eyes on his new partner. He wouldn’t mind a bit of a rumble with him, given how he looked. Still, Scully was older, not his usual type but he had that look, that certain walk, that just screamed for some of Derricks more desirable sexual needs.

He was the type who liked it hard and a bit rough. Not too rough, none of that real BDSM stuff but still, some of it was okay. Looking at Scully scamper over some fallen bricks, he saw how his buttock moved, and wondered what it would be like to stick his hand between those cheeks, to sort of just spread them apart, and drive his fingers into the warm tunnel.

Scully looked like the type that would not only take it, but want a damn site more than one or two of his rather lengthy fingers. He sure wouldn’t mind accommodating him that need either. In some ways, he rather enjoyed the sensation of fingering, and moving up the scale, until his whole hand was wedged inside a guy.

To be able to feel his rectum contract around his wrist, to feel it shudder as he moved his fingers and balled them up into a fist, always got him close. It was an art too, as not many really knew how to do it right, without causing the wrong kind of pain. He knew how, everyone he did, said so, and many came back for seconds and thirds, so they couldn’t have been telling him any porkers. It had to be the truth.

He wished Scully would be one of those. The guy wasn’t what you would call a looker, and the bald head, the tats, all gave him a rather rough look, that turned many off. Hell, that is what got him horny. To see that bald scalp, the eyes that peered out from under the forehead, all added up to a nice piece. Now if only he could figure out a way to let him know, to see if he’d play his way or not, without getting into trouble.

The street kid had seemed okay, though he did make a beef at the district office afterwards. Maybe he should have given him the ten quid, but hell, he hadn’t asked for it upfront, so he didn’t feel obligated. Besides, he had been trespassing, and he let him go on that, so why the fuss?

Glancing up, he couldn’t see the yellow of Scully’s vest, and he picked up his pace a little, not wanting to lose out on watching his ass move. He was picking his way when he finally spotted the yellow glimmer, that was stationary, and off up on the walk. For a second, Derrick thought he might have found something, so he picked up the pace even more, and as he got closer, he noticed that Scully was leaning forward, sort of.

He was standing with his hips jutting forward, but his head and upper back was leaning rearwards. His feet were spread apart, and as he got closer, he heard the sound of water splattering on cement. Shining his flashlight towards the younger man, he saw the beam sparkle a little, as well as a bit of white. For a moment, it didn’t register, then as he saw Scully turn his head towards him, it dawned on him what was happening.

The guy was taking a whiz, and he had missed most of it. He felt like he had just been cheated out of something good, as he came closer. Derrick also noted that the sound of pee hitting the ground had stopped, yet Scully was stationary. His body wasn’t moving, nor was he rushing to turn his back, to hide his exposed genitals.

As he walked up, he notice Scully staring at him. It was strange, but it was almost as if he was waiting for him, wanting him to catch him with his pants down. And down they were too.

Coming closer he noticed that Scully hadn’t just unzipped, but had actually dropped his work pants. He could see his pale skin casting its glow in the darkness. The yellow stripes on his vest adding to the optical illusion. Still, he felt a lump in his own crotch, and reached down to adjust it. Naturally he used the hand holding the torch, and there was mistaking the way Scully followed the beam directly to Derricks groin.

This might work out, he thought as he climbed up onto the thin walk, to make it easier to traverse the distance. He couldn’t help but notice how the eyes kept their focus on him, kept watching him, yet also glancing down long enough to keep checking his package out. It was all rather hot, exciting, in a way he hadn’t experienced for some time.

He was a bit surprised when he finally stood next to Scully. His dick was still hanging out, but it certainly wasn’t limp. Hell, it looked like the banger he had for lunch, so thick, so full of hot juice. Derrick couldn’t help but lick his lips as he stared, which brought a bit of a sly grin to Scully’s dirt covered face.

It was the eyes that did it for him. They opened wide then narrowed as they stared down at Derrick’s own bulging crotch. He got the message, and undid the pants, suddenly feeling like he had an urge to pee. Just like Scully, he didn’t just unzip, and dropped the work pants and shorts to his ankles. He stepped closer, and turned to look at the wall.

It was odd, but he took hold of his penis, to aim it at the wall, when he felt Scully shuffle closer, then he felt the brush of the man’s vest against his own. It sent a chill up his spine, as next he felt a hand reach back, to run alongside his exposed buttocks. Derrick felt his body shaking, as the hand moved along his cheeks, then across.

As he dropped his hold on his cock, Derrick turned his face, to stare at Scully, who was peering back at him. He saw the wrinkles outlined by the dirt, the dark patches near the nose, and under the chin. Somehow, it all looked so inviting, that he reached across, to take hold of Scully’s still exposed cock.

He heard a small little murmur, then he felt the cock jerk, felt it thicken just a bit, then the sound of water made him glance downwards. Derrick felt himself tremble, as he saw the stream of liquid pouring out of the blood gorged penis. It was amazing, as he felt the splatter on the back of his hand, and even on his exposed thighs. The warm pee startled him a little, but it also got his own cock thicker, as he stared down at it. As he did, he felt the hand move off his bare buttocks, and reach around to take hold of it.

The touch of Scully’s hand wrapping around his cock made him moan a little, which also made Scully move even closer to him. It was so tentative at first, that it felt like his first date. Both scared shitless, as they began to explore the other, not sure what either wanted, or were willing to do.

He let his own body shuffle closer and his hand began to move, to touch and explore the exposed body more, and each time he took hold of Scully’s cock, he felt it jerk and spurt out some more golden liquid. The guy had the most amazing control over his body, it was breath taking. To just touch him, to feel him spurt, was making him feel very aroused.

The smell too was intoxicating. The mixture of pee, of sweat, of the dank tunnel itself, all helped to make him feel daring. A quick glance up, then he moved his hand around, twisted his entire body so he could look at the other man’s backside, at those cheeks he had been dreaming about. They were even more arousing, close up & naked. The flesh was firm, as he ran his hand over them, then in a flash, he let go of a hard whack, to see them jiggle, to hear the sound reverberate through the tunnel.

Scully didn’t flinch too much, instead he leaned forward, his arms now outstretched to rest up against the cold brick wall in front. He shuffled backwards a step or two, then spread his legs a bit wider. It was pure heaven for Derrick, who moved around to stand behind the younger man. The sound of his belt dragging on the cement echoed, until he was finally behind, able to gaze fully at the bare buttocks.

Scully held them out, making them even more inviting. Derrick couldn’t resist, as he let his hand move over the twin mounds of flesh, then one finger slipped down the valley, to feel the moist tender skin. It was like a small little spring, the wetness, the smooth valley and then his finger found the spot.

It was puckered and shaking as his finger moved around, circling the tight mound of flesh wedged between the hills of Scully’s buttocks. He breathed in deeply as his finger explored the protruding ridges of the tiny hole, expertly making it shake, making it pucker even more. He could feel the tension, feel the excitement building, as he played around, lost in the moment.

Derrick paid not attention to anything around him. His finger moved around, in a tightening circle, then it hovered, just lightly touching the centre of the lovely tingling hole. He could feel it vibrate to his touch, making his head break out in beads of sweat. This was his chance, as he suddenly drove his finger forward, feeling the resistance.

Quickly he felt the muscles surrender, felt the soft silky lining of Scully’s insides. His finger probed deep and quick. He heard the quick intake of breath, but ignored it. His eyes narrowed, as his finger moved in and then around. Soon he had another finger resting inside the two cheeks. Derrick could feel the quivering cheeks, feel the excitement he was creating inside of Scully. It only added to his own arousal, as he let his one finger come out, then wrapped the other close over it, and once more dove deep inside.

The sound of his finger going in and out was echoing in the cavernous tunnel, along with Scully’s grunts. He leaned forward, to spit onto his fingers, between the two cheeks. The sound seemed to make Scully tighten at first, then he loosened up a bit more. Derrick continued to push, to twist his fingers inside, when he felt Scully reach back.

His hand was pulled back on, until he relented, allowing Scully to direct his hand. Standing there, he found it being pulled back around, to then be placed over the hard cock head. Just as his hand closed around, he felt the hot stream striking the palm and he got the idea. Moving his hand, he let Scully pee on it, coating it with his own liquid, then when it was fully moistened, he took his hand away, and once more positioned it between the cheeks.

His own body was leaning in, as he quickly inserted his fingers. He didn’t waste any time as he placed his whole hand inside, his fingers pushed closer together, forming a small beak like shape. The kind you made when doing shadow shows of a bird’s beak. Scully’s legs tried to spread apart further, held back by his pants. He moaned now, as Derrick pushed slowly, gradually forcing the man’s rectum to stretch open wider.

He could hear his own rapid breathing, as his fingers probed and stretched the tight muscles. The coating of pee helped, as finally he felt the first part of his fingers bury themselves inside. The warm, the surrounding tightness held them close. Slowly, ever so slowly, he began to move them in and out, gradually getting more of his hand inside of Scully. He heard each grunt, felt each moan as he twisted his hand a little, making the fingers move from side to side.

The groaning only grew, as he thrust his hand further inside. His fingers wiggled, making Scully squirm and clench tighter. The tight little hole wasn’t so little, as Derrick could feel it stretching, feel it resisting too, as he continued to thrust in and out in a steady slow motion.

Sweat was dripping from his forehead, as he continued to twist and thrust. Each twist making Scully groan, and he could feel him, as he held onto his own cock, stroking it in time with the thrusts of Derrick’s fist. He could hear the hand sliding up and down the cock, and it only made him bite his lip, wanting to grab hold of his own cock, to stroke his own blood gorged pole. Instead he just thrust his fist in deeper, almost lifting Scully up off his feet, then slowly pull back, then once more in, hard and deep.

Scully was constantly moaning now, his breath was ragged, as was Derricks, as he continued to thrust in and out. His arm was sore, cramping up and he began to wiggle his fingers more, to keep the blood circulating. His head was swimming too, as he could smell the faint aroma of urine, mingled with sweat, fresh and stale. His own chest ached, as he continued to work Scully’s insides.

His legs were tightening, as he could hear Scully’s hand moving faster and faster with each thrust of his hand. The panting was growing louder, and he could feel the muscles inside quivering. Derrick knew it was close, as he started to slowly clench his fingers, gradually making them roll up into an actual fist shape. Scully cried out, yelled really, as Derricks hand closed up fully, and once more he began to thrust forward, slower, but deep.

It didn’t take long, for the tell tale tremble to start. Derrick felt it begin, felt the way the muscles inside were tingling, the way they were wrapping around his fist, then releasing it. He could feel the muscles around the hole quivering, feel them tense up, feel the cheeks contracting around his wrist, nearly cutting off his circulation. His body also began to tremble a little, as the quivering become more pronounced, more constant.

Scully’s entire body was shaking, as if a large train was passing by, just inches away. He could feel it, see it even, as the yellow of Scully’s vest vibrated, shook and shimmered. He watched the yellow, saw how they were blurring, how the buttocks was pushing back against his arm, and then the loud almost animal like cry came rushing out.

He knew immediately that Scully was shooting his load, and he began to withdraw his fist, relaxing it back into a beak shape, to easily remove it. The tremors were unreal, as he pushed his own body up into Scully’s. He felt the body leaning backwards, as he let his free hand reach around, to grab hold of the younger man.

The jolt was unreal, as his own body pressed forward, against Scully’s rear motion. His hand held tightly to the front thigh leg, as the body bucked and twisted in his grasp. The moan was constant, as the bucking gradually began to subside. His hand no longer buried deep inside.

Slowly, Scully pulled himself together, standing upright, on his own. His breathing was still hard, as he turned around, to stare directly into Derrick’s face. The eyes stared long at him, then glanced down at Derricks penis.

‘Your turn mate’ was all he said, as he moved off to the side.

We Are Not Alone

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (-)

Bobby turned and looked up at him, with those brown puppy dog eyes, that made Jordan quiver a bit. It was unreal, but the noise was unmistakable. Someone else was home, and he felt himself shudder, trying to remember if he had locked his bedroom door or not. The idea that it might be unlocked made him turn his head and stare out at the door.

He felt a cold shiver as he heard the noise again, and then turned to stare down at Bobby. His eyes were wide open, and he could feel the fear too. In some ways it was rather exciting, to realize that his mom might actually be home, and worse, walk in.

It would take some pretty fancy talk to try and explain why he was in bed, naked, with another guy. Mind you, his folks knew he was gay, had for a few years now, but still, to actually see it, that might just be too much for them to handle. Least right off, and he didn’t really want to stop having fun with Bobby either.

The guy was a dream, as well as a surprise. He hadn’t thought of Bobby as being ‘doable’ but like most of his dates, or flings, they weren’t planned happenings. It wasn’t like he really went out looking for a shag either, though maybe he did? Still, it was more fun to not know what was going to happen.

One of the reasons he liked to go to the Mall. To begin with, there were just way too many cute guys strolling around with their girlfriends, but there were just as many who were single, like him. Not all were build like him, but in all honesty, he was more into the fun aspect, the way a guy would tilt his head, or laugh, than he was into build.

Okay, not totally true, as he did like ‘em to be lean, athletic looking in some way. One thing he didn’t care for was unhealthy looking guys, and the mall did have its share of those. Still, he enjoyed going there on a Saturday morning, having some coffee and watching. Course, he also enjoyed being watched, and he was pretty adept at picking up on who was checking him out or not.

There had been that one guy, had to have been in his late twenties, that had kept cruising him. Now normally, he would have given the guy a sign or something, but for some reason, he just didn’t feel like it. Maybe it was too early in his day’s cruising for him to settle, and now, well he was rather glad he had waited.

Bobby had tried out for the swim team but hadn’t made the final cut. He on the other hand, had made it and was the anchor on the relay team. Still he had felt rather impressed by Bobby, at how lean he looked, and there was no doubt the guy had a nice shaped ass, something Jordan enjoyed.

He figured if the ass was nice, least there was room for fun. Even if the guy didn’t have a big dick or such, he was versatile enough to enjoy giving, as well as receiving. And given how he was, giving was a lot of fun, though a few guys balked at first. After all, he was rather well endowed, and it could scare a guy if they weren’t into being a good bottom.

Now Bobby, well Jordan had figured him for being one of those Straight Types. At the very best, get the dude drunk, and maybe you’d cop a feel, or if super lucky, get to suck him off, but that would be the furthest it would ever go. Man had he been wrong on that score, as he smiled down at Bobby.

He leaned down, and brushed his thin lips across Bobby’s. He tasted the sweat around the corners as he pressed a bit harder, as he felt the beat of his heart go up a bit. The idea that someone else was home made him feel a bit giddy, bit more exited too. Like it wasn’t enough to have Bobby under him?

There had been this super hot blond at the mall, and he had kept walking past Jordan and looking at him. For the life of him, he couldn’t make up his mind if the guy was cruising him or just thinking he knew him. It was possible, as he knew a lot of guys, specially from all the sports he played at school.

There was the baseball team, and all those games at other schools, then of course the Swim Team. Man those were fun, and you got some good crotch shots, given how everyone wore those skimpy suits. Like you could really tell if a guy was hung, or cut even. It was perhaps the hardest part of being queer, and on the swim team. To keep himself from showing his arousal. Mind you, in practice he never bothered, as everyone knew he was that way, as the Coach had called it.

Funny that, because the Coach had been more concerned that he had about him being Gay. Hell, most in School knew about him, or at least suspected. Wasn’t like he hid it, and he was part of the GLBT Club at school. Then too, he was a jock so maybe that gave him some security, but it had been funny at how the Coach had never once referred to him as being Gay. It had always been, ‘that way’ or ‘different’ but never ‘Gay’.

Maybe it was that if he had said the words, he might have to do something, but hell, the guys didn’t give a shit. Besides, he was rather proud of his equipment, and in the locker room he was the envy of a few of his team mates, both on the baseball squad, and the swim squad.

He remembered how shy Bobby had been during try outs. The way he always had a towel over his crotch, how he would keep his track pants on until the last possible moment. To be honest, he had checked him out, and while had been impressed by the tight buns, the guy’s crotch had never given him much of boner. Not like some of the others, but then, not many of them were above average in size.

The sound of door closing made him lift his head up, and he felt Bobby shift under him. He cocked his head to the side, listening, then relaxed as he realized it was from downstairs. He grinned, as he kissed Bobby again, telling him to relax, that it was okay. Bobby just stared up at him, then over towards the closed bedroom door. You could feel his nervousness, his fear of someone walking in.

For some reason it made Jordan tingle a bit too, as he let his hand move across Bobby’s smooth chest. There really wasn’t much hair there yet, and he let his finger trace around the firm nipple on the right. He could feel him shudder, as his brown eyes widen and looked over at him.

‘What if…’

‘Sssh, it’s okay, they know.’

‘What? You kidding, your parents know?’

‘Yeah, though I wouldn’t want ‘em to just walk in, so Sssh, just relax, and don’t scream.’

‘You’re kidding? I mean, maybe we should, uh maybe this isn’t a good idea. We can hook up later.’

‘Don’t panic, it’s okay, besides, you are too damn hot, don’t think I can wait.’

Before Bobby could say anything more, he leaned down and planted a hard kiss on his lips. He could taste the saltiness but he also could feel the desire. It was amazing how you could feel panic one second, then nothing but be totally horny the next.

He felt his body shake, but not from fear, but from how Bobby reached out and held him by his hips. How the fingers felt around the bone, as the tips dug into his flesh. Gawd it felt so good, as he let his body slide down Bobby’s trembling body. It just felt right, and the idea of his parents walking in, well it made it even more exciting.

Jordan couldn’t explain it, but he felt more aroused, more tingly than normal. It wasn’t like he hadn’t had others up here in his room, just never when he knew someone else was home. The idea made him tremble, made his hands shake a bit as they reached up and down, caressing Bobby’s own shaking body. He kissed him under his chin, as he let his tongue flick out, then he licked at the underside of the guy’s neck.

It tasted so good, that he continued down, using both his hands and tongue to make Bobby tremble. To let the raspy edge of his tongue flick out at the firm nipples, then to reach up and give them a quick tug, a quick pinch seemed even more exciting than normal. It was like he was doing the things deliberately to make Bobby cry out, to make his voice ring out, and bring the door flinging open.

At the same time, he didn’t want it to happen. His folks were cool with him being Gay, but would they still be that way if they were to walk in on him? Not like he had brothers or sisters to worry about, still it was line he wasn’t too sure of. Glancing down at the young body beneath him, he forgot about the noises, and began to run his tongue down the centre of Bobby’s chest. He felt it heave, felt it try to suck in fresh air, as he moved down, and took hold of Bobby’s hard dick. He stroked it as he licked at the sparse pubic bush, then slowly he let his tongue lick between the groin and thigh.

Bobby shuddered, and Jordan glanced upwards, to see him biting his lower lip, to see his eyes clenched tightly closed. The wrinkles on his forehead were a study in concentration, as he felt his heart skip a beat. The way Bobby’s lips were drained of blood, while his own hands moved up and down over Bobby’s rolling stomach.

How tight he felt, how excited it made him. Jordan could feel the blood pulsing in his own monster dick, as he looked back down, to feel Bobby’s hard cock under his chin. How fresh he tasted, how he could smell that mix of testosterone and soap, how every noise made his muscles twitch, all made for a unique experience.

How the touch of his hands made Bobby squirm, how it made him moan all added up to making him even hornier. There was no explaining it, but suddenly it all felt hotter, more raunchy, than any other time. His butt cheeks clenched as he licked around the base of Bobby’s cock, as he felt it jerk, felt it waver. His eyes closed as he let his hand slide underneath the full balls, to dig between the cheeks, to slide up the hidden valley.

It was moist, as his fingers pushed up, until they found his tight hole. He could feel the muscles twitching, as he let one finger massage the hole, as the cheeks tightened around his fingers. He could hear the soft murmur, feel the hands on his shoulders, digging into his own flesh. How frightened they felt, how excited too. It was unbelievable, as he pushed his finger in, then felt the sigh, rather than hearing it.

Jordan pushed in hard, surprising Bobby. The groan echoed in his room, seeming louder than it was, as he began to twist his finger around inside. Bobby moaned, and you could hear his head twisting from side to side, as the bed squeaked a bit. The mattress groaning, as he added a second finger to Bobby’s tight hole, and spread it apart. The moan was bitten off in mid stream, as he pushed up and in.

His hand began to move faster, shoving his two fingers in hard and quick. Bobby’s body began to shake, to gyrate a bit, and even arch upwards, with each thrust in. He could feel it, the way the muscles tried to hold his fingers, tried to stop them from digging in further, but he was too strong.

Sweat was forming on his forehead, as he began to lick and kiss the swollen balls. He even nibbled at the tight skin of the sac, then sucked in deeply. Each full ball was given its turn, and he could hear Bobby now. Each moan, cut off before it could ring out fully, each groan stifled just as it began. He sucked more, dug his fingers in harder, wanting to make him shout out, wanting to make him cry out, but Bobby held back, managing to keep his cries short and nearly silent.

Jordan reached down, and with both hands squeezed the two cheeks, then lifted up and pulled back. He felt Bobby automatically lift his legs upwards, as Jordan’s hands pulled the butt cheeks apart. He let his mouth release the swollen balls, as he licked at the opened valley between the moist cheeks. Bobby moaned and his hand hit the bed hard, making it creak.

Breathing in deeply, he let his tongue lick upwards until he was at the root just below Bobby’s cock. Then he slowly dragged his tongue down, until it was once more sliding past the two mounds of flesh. He could hear Bobby panting, as his tongue reached the tight pink hole, and felt the tiny muscles puckered around the entrance.

Jordan let his tongue lick around, teasing the muscles around the pink hole. Then he spread his fingers apart more, and dug them deep into the soft flesh of the buttocks. Each finger dug deep until they could go in no further, and then he pulled to the side.

Bobby bucked, his body shook, and Jordan heard him moan a bit louder, a bit longer. Then he let his tongue lick right over the hole. Jordan rolled his tongue, till it was curved and then he let it push inwards. He heard the groan, heard the sharp intake of breath, as his tongue penetrated beyond the hole, to dig deep into the very insides.

The legs trembled on either side of him, he felt the tremors racing inside of Bobby’s body from his buried finger tips. His tongue moved in and out, tasting and licking at the soft lining inside of Bobby’s hole. He heard him moan, heard his own slurping sounds too. Jordan could feel his cock stiffen even more, as he licked hard and deep at Bobby’s insides.

This wasn’t the first time he had rimmed a guy, but it was turning out to be the best one, so far. He could feel each quivering muscle inside, feel the waves of pleasure that raced up and down Bobby’s spine. They even made his own body quiver, as he let his tongue work its magic deep inside of Bobby. The taste was amazing, the feeling of the tremors against his own lips was stunning. He felt the body shake, both his and Bobby’s as he continued to lick at the insides.

The moans were a bit louder, but still Bobby managed to cut them off before they reached full throttle. Every creak of the bed, made the muscles inside tighten, grow taut, and every sound seemed to be magnified as Jordan continued to rim Bobby.

His fingers were becoming numb, despite the constant shaking of the cheeks. His body ached, as his nose banged hard up into Bobby’s valley, as his tongue continued to lick inside, only stopping for a moment or two while he took another breath. His chest hurt, as he felt himself panting, along with Bobby.

Opening his eyes, he saw how he was holding his dick. Bobby had one hand frantically stroking his hard dick, the other grabbing and probing at his balls. He had them up against the base of his cock, while the one hand moved like a blur up and down the throbbing pole. He saw the muscles in his stomach rolling, all scrunched up as his hand pulled hard at the burning flesh of the cock.

Looking further up, he saw how the skin on Bobby’s chest shone, from the glistening sweat that coated his whole body. He also could see the tightly clenched lips, the way the upper lip was bared, the teeth firmly biting down on the lower lip. The eyes were shut tight, the face constricted, as Bobby stroked his cock, while Jordan licked at his rectum.

He shivered, the muscles in Jordan’s body suddenly all tightening at once, as he saw the balls sway, as he felt the flash of Bobby’s clenched fist brush past the top of his head. Closing his eyes again, he buried his face deep between the open cheeks. His tongue darted deep inside, his nose pushing hard into the flesh.

The cry was not loud, but seemed like a peal of thunder when it echoed in the room. His whole body suddenly tensed, as he felt the cheeks clench, trying to suffocate him, as his tongue was suddenly held firmly inside. Then the bed creaked, as he felt the body jerking, then suddenly arch upwards. The cry was muted, but he knew what it was signalling him, but he couldn’t stop.

Jordan felt his tongue curve, then try to flatten out, as it dove in further. He felt the hand above his head fall to the side, as the whole body suddenly trembled. The hard breathing suddenly grew louder, and the fist holding the cock was moving past his head faster and faster.

‘I can’t hold it, God, I can’t hold it’ echoed in the room, making Jordan push his face in even more. He pushed his tongue deep inside, just as the body arched upwards even more, then came crashing down onto him. He felt the press of all of Bobby’s weight, as well as the sudden mournful wailing whine, as Bobby thrashed around, unable to hold back.

Jordan tried to pull back, but couldn’t. His head was trapped in the scissor like hold of Bobby’s upper legs, and they were stretch tight as steel. He felt his head being squeezed, as the body bucked a few times, and the heavy panting only seemed to get louder. Strange other noises intruded, but they were ignored.

All he could do was let himself breath in deeply, as he felt the body exploding all around him. He could hear the hard panting reach its crescendo as Bobby came, as shot after shot flew from his cock. The legs were stretched out taut, across his shoulders, his head in between.

As the bed stopped its creaking, as the heavy panting became more controlled, the legs loosen and he was able to pull back, to lift his head up and stare at the still twitching body in front. On either side were Bobby’s legs, and as his eyes travelled up the shaking torso, he saw the glittering gobs of cum , that dotted the whole upper body. There was a large blob of cum just under one nipple, and more that covered the one hand that rested on the still rolling stomach.

Further up, he could see Bobby’s nostrils still flaring. His upper lip trembled still, but the eyes were still firmly shut. The facial muscles twitched and around his jaw, he could see the hard lines edged in white. It was amazing to see, and as he stared, he could see a small trace of red at the corner of the lower lip.

The eyes fluttered for a moment, then there was that noise again. Instantly both eyes popped open and there was panic in them, as he lifted his own head up, to listen. He heard the voice calling his name, and he felt his body quiver, as he sat up, his hands resting on Bobby’s shaking hips.

‘I am busy’ he yelled out, to hear the answering voice of his mother as she told him she was going out to get the groceries, asking if he wanted anything special. He bit his own lip, as he smiled down at Bobby, then answered no. The sound of the front door closing told him she had left, and made him look over at Bobby.

He rolled off, and lay on his side, staring at Bobby, his hand moving lightly across the guy’s chest. His eyes sparkled as he felt the dried cum splattered all over.

‘Time to see just how loud you can get’ he said as he reached over to the night table, and grabbed the bottle of lubricant and a condom package. Bobby looked over at him, a huge smile across his face.

‘How far away is the grocery store?’

‘Mile or so’

‘Hmm, she might still hear me then’

Jordan just laughed, he couldn’t help himself as he tore open the condom package. This certainly was a different Saturday.

After watching the Solo Video of Jordan James, at BoyFunk, I got this notion for a story. The one you just read above. I hope you enjoyed it, and I know there are several more stories waiting to be discovered as I go through the BoyFunk site.