Just like how every Sunday when his parents would go to Church, he would spend the entire morning worrying. He would dredge up some strange stuff, think of how he would answer them when they would come home suddenly knowing his secret. He really hated Sunday mornings, and it was apparent too.
He cried out, as the pain in his groin matched that in his rectum. His balls seemed like giant balloons, as they were crushed by Neil's inwards thrusts. Then suddenly he felt it, crying out as he did.
There were things he hadn't told others, just Eric, who was standing by a couple of Queens they knew. They were all decked out in their finest attire, and you could tell that it was special. Melissa had his water proof make up on, and for good reason.
Kyle stood up and walked over to the edge. He stared down at the dark shapes beneath his bare feet, then glanced up to see the sky beginning to brighten.
It wasn't that he was afraid, just that maybe the guy was right, his father wouldn't be happy about some of the things he had done, certainly not all the different guys either, but he wouldn't say a word, if he had been around.
The aroma of the sizzling bacon, the grilling hamburger was all he could concentrate on, but as they cooked, he started to glance over his shoulder a bit. Bobby Rae looked so calm, so relaxed in the big chair, it made TJ wonder a bit.
The hairs on the back of his neck stood up suddenly, as he felt a chill across his back. Then he heard the door open, and then close quickly. He didn't dare look out between his legs, but he stood there, hunched over holding onto his ankles, staring at the floor.
Bobby Rae was on his feet in less than a second, and standing up close right in his face. The barrel of the shotgun was poking him hard into the belly, as he stared into the angry looking face of the Deputy.
Picking himself up, he made his way forwards, knowing of the stream up ahead, that he could wade, that would wind its way both South, as well as branch off to the West.
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.
His cock would split him quick, the first part of his cock head would fill the tiny hole, then wait a bit, as his cries would echo, then Damian would push a bit more, as the cock head would stretch him every so slowly, until he would feel tears welling up at the corner's of his eyes.
The whole draft thing, the whole serving your nation thing, changed Bobby too. As his time to ship off, for training, grew closer, the laughter in his eyes, the easy banter between them seemed to end.
His hand moved across the stomach, realizing how soft it was, how much he could feel the muscles underneath trembling as his hand moved towards the button on the top of the pants.
Despite his first impressions, he couldn't help but check out the butt, as he leaned over the silent engine, and reached to pull at something or other. He whistled a bit, as he pulled on this and that, then stood up, with obvious satisfaction.
He had thought Chip would say something, to keep him from leaving, but instead seemed relieved that he was going. It didn't make much sense, as he headed out of the apartment, with Chip several steps behind.
Somehow Lonnie had missed that, as he was really just too impressed by how handsome Ashley was. The blond mop of hair, the flashing blue eyes that seemed to just radiate more, whenever they met his own eyes.
Nothing kept them apart, until graduation. Then it just seemed to change, as he went to go work for his father in his construction company, and Brent just seemed to drift away.
The sun had been up for a bit, and the sound of a big truck out front broke through his fitful sleep. He felt like a hundred, as he raised himself up, knowing that his moment of truth was upon him.
So what if he was 30, he still had the body he had when eighteen. His hair might be a bit shorter, but he didn't spend his days at the beach, he worked for a living. It wasn't like he was some desk jockey either.
Even if the worst was true, that Rob was turning tricks, or something like that, it wasn't the end of it all, or was it? Would he understand if Rob was seeing other men, for money?
He sucked in air, moaned constantly as Ken continued to kiss him, to taste him. The lips would press hard on his, then move to kiss his chin, even his eyes. The hands undid his pants, and were pressing over his own throbbing cock.
Well fuck him, fuck the company, and fuck the politicians too. He wasn't going to just cave, like others. He didn't go to the bar every night, to drown his sorrows, instead he got his resume together, got his house listed quickly before the others even thought about it, and made his plans.
Don let his hands flex, as he thought about it all. There was no way that the sex they had was any less today, than when they first met. Sure he was 20, but hell even a 20 year old couldn't shoot that much if they had just had sex before?
But Rob was different, least he thought so. It wasn't like Rob smacked him around, or took money without asking. It wasn't like he tried to keep him from talking to his friends either, as Marcus had done.
For a 21 year old, he felt he had seen it all, done most of it too. Yet each time he felt that cocky, that self assured, something came up to prove him wrong.
The way he had looked away, had turned his eyes downward gave him a look that got him hard all over once more. Christ, if this kept up he'd need to go use the restroom.
A quick glance, and he found his hand back up and near his own mouth. He put his fingers into his mouth, moistening them, then quickly he took them and wrapped them, once more, around his cock.
The voice was so soft, so pleading that he felt his heart skip a beat in sympathy. He was getting in way over his head, but he couldn't just walk out, just leave him hanging like that.
Those two were never a quick fuck, but were hours upon hours of pure sex. Maybe William was like that? He sort of tried to compare him to the twins, but he just couldn't.
He wasn't tall, didn't have any special features that would make him stand out, other than his fit body. He didn't have any fat showing, no rolls of blubber over his belt, like a few of the other salesmen.
It wasn't like he was some spoiled brat either. He worked hard for his money, and so what if he posed nude for that website? Sure didn't make him a pervert, just in need of some extra cash.
Looking up as Brad placed the cookies out, and his cup of tea, he knew it was something he had always been afraid of. Intimacy was never something he had experienced. He had dates as a kid, here and there, but they never went very far.
Okay so there weren't cameras then, nor were the pictures going to be on some porn site. Still, it really wasn't any different. Besides, the idea that he was hot enough to be filmed, was a turn on.