As of yet untitled story.

[gaygoth]

This is just something I threw together in a few minutes time tonight. I don't really know where it's going, but let me know what you think. Hopefully I can add a few more chapters in the future.

CHAPTER 1​

I didn’t want to do it. He couldn’t make me. I struggled to break free, but to no avail. I was done for. I looked both left and right, but all I could see was eyes. Glaring eyes, staring me down. So evil. So malicious. Suddenly, I could see a man before me. He had long blonde hair and steely blue eyes, not unlike those seen on a Siberian husky, like my Uncle Ernie owned. The eyes mesmerized me. They couldn’t be human, could they? He was wearing a long, black, silk robe. His skin was pale, so deadly pale. But I was most transfixed by those steely blue eyes that seemed to reach into my chest cavity and squeeze at my heart with their iron grasp. Suddenly, I felt something brush against my face. I knew exactly what it was. It was my Uncle Ian’s cock. “Suck it, Cody,” he said. “If you don’t, you know what will happen.”

I was a child again. All those nightmares of my past were coming back to haunt me. For years I had been running away from the terror that had so paralyzed me in my youth, but now it was back, and I was convinced there was no escape. I had only one hope left. I turned my gaze back to the black-cloaked wonder that stood before me. “Help me,” I implored. “Help me please.”

“Don’t be afraid, Cody,” he replied. “I will always be with you.”

The alarm rang, and I was suddenly wrenched from my nightly terror, the same one that has plagued me for the past 13 years. I opened my eyes to see Brett’s strong arm still wrapped around me, much in the same position in which we fell asleep and in the same way it’s been since we first moved in together 2 years ago. He squeezed me tenderly and kissed my cheek. “Good morning, my love.”

“Good morning, darling,” I replied. “I trust you slept well.”

“Like a baby.”

“Well if you’re a baby, you’ve been a very naughty boy.”

“Oh baby, I need to be spanked.”

We then kissed each other, tenderly. I know what you’re probably thinking, ‘Wow, that was sappy.’ You’re right; it was, even more so when you consider that that’s pretty much the same thing we said to each other every single morning. But what the hell. I loved him, he loved me, and my father hated both of us. I think that’s probably why we do so well together, we love pissing off my homophobic father. Every time he comes over to make peace, we ruin it by making out, getting naked, and having sex right in front of him. It’s become a fun little game we like to play, and it happens with stunning regularity. Then afterwards, when Mom hears of what we’ve done again, we’ll get the customary scolding via telephone, basically saying that if we want Dad to reach out and accept us, we have to reach out and accept him. I say baloney. Dad said some really rotten things when I broke the news to him about me and Brett, and I’m not about to just let bygones be bygones. If Dad was truly going to accept us, he had to accept ALL of us, not just the parts he wanted to see. And I knew in my heart that that was never going to happen.

But enough reflecting. We had to get to work. As we walked hand in hand to the bathroom, I couldn’t help but think how right all of this felt. After years of going to different companies, doing different gigs, and having to sit through boring meetings with scumbag bosses, we now ran our own business together, and could now do our work on our own time at our own pace. I love my job.

As usual we did everything together that morning. We brushed together, we flossed together, we shaved together, and we held each other’s dicks as we pissed together, but my favorite part came next. He climbed into the shower first, then I followed. “Looks like someone’s got a nice little case of morning wood. I’m gonna have to take care of that for you.” I knelt down and reached out my tongue and slowly started to lick at his head, slowly, teasing him. As he moaned in ecstasy, I slowly wrapped my lips around the head and began to work on the shaft. I moved my lips all up and down, licking his quivering unit from top to bottom. With each stroke I moved farther and farther down the shaft, until I could fell his head reached the back of my throat. I could feel his dick start to pulsate, and I knew what was going to happen next. I hadn’t expected him to last long, and within seconds, his massive load was shooting against the back of my throat.

I continued to suck him until his climax was over and he was soft. As I pulled away from his crotch, I heard him say, “Today is going to be the best porn shoot we’ve done yet.”

I couldn’t possibly agree with him more. As I said earlier, I love my job.


To be continued...

 

[harry113]

Oh! Wow Gaygoth ! Great start ..... A porn production company .........
Can't wait for the next chapter ....
Thanks

Harry

 

[gaygoth]

CHAPTER 2​

The commute to work was short. With owning our own production company, we could place our business relatively close to our residence, though not so close that business interrupted personal time. I love my job, but we both need our privacy as well.

The drive was also pretty much uneventful. Brett gave me road-head, I kept one hand on the wheel and the other on his cock; you know, just the usual stuff. *wink wink*

We arrived at Church-Longcock Productions in minutes. Yes that’s the name of our studio, named after me, Cody Church, and my partner, Brett Longcock. I know there are a few porn sites and companies out there that do all their work from home, but we don’t. We didn’t need to, because we had the money to do otherwise. When Brett and I first met, we didn’t have it. We met on the set of Blowjob Fantasies 2, and fell in love, but we didn’t have our own company then and were still jumping around from gig to gig. Then Brett’s father gave up his fight with lung cancer. It was such a tragic day, but he left us enough money to finally stabilize our careers, as well as our relationship. We haven’t looked back since.

I was going to unlock the door, but when I tried the knob, it was already unlocked. We walked inside, and the strong smell of incense and cannabis filled the air. Alex, our stoner hippie cameraman, had been the first one there. He was sitting on a pillow on one of the sets, smoking a joint.

“Hey dudes!” he said. “It’s about time you got here. Wanna hit this.”

I declined, but Brett took him up on the offer. I stopped him. “Sweetie, we talked about this. I know how much you like your weed, but you have a job to do, and you don’t do it particularly well when you’re high.”

“Alex seems to manage all right.”

“Alex is behind the camera. You’re in front of it.”

“But you know getting high makes me perform better.”

“It also gives you an unattractive glazed look in your eyes, and you don’t take direction very well. I need you to stay sober for this. You can toke up afterwards, I promise.”

“Okay, but it still isn’t fair.”

Actually, if you want the truth, the unattractive part was a lie. I love looking at him when he’s stoned off his ass. There’s just something about it that makes him look so damned vulnerable, and good God that turns me on. Still, I needed him weed-free for a while.

Slowly, one after the other, my cast and crew started to arrive. I would be working behind the camera today, but I would get my chance to perform later on in my office. A new kid was coming in for an audition, and I had every intention of giving him everything I had. Today would be a one-scene shoot with Brett, along with two of my best porn actors, Casey Love and Constantine.

It was something I had been planning for a couple months now, but had never gotten around to doing. The 3 looked perfect together, because they all had a full head of rich, brown, shoulder-length hair. I mention this because I have somewhat of a hair fetish, and it shows in my films. I have always tried to avoid boys with the usual short brown hair. My models all had long hair, colored hair, spiked hair, bowl-cut hair, etc. I suppose I could have been a hair stylist, but I don’t think I would have liked it. Most guys who go to barber shops just want the usual plain haircut, and too many women went to hair stylists. To style a woman’s hair, you must possess a desire to make that woman look beautiful. I don’t find women particularly beautiful.

Anyway, I digress. It was going to be a perfect day for porn with my 3 brown-haired beauties, and with hunky Brett Longcock and Constantine making a sandwich out of skinny little twink-boy Casey Love, my friends it just doesn’t get any better than this.

To be continued...

 

[harry113]

Longcock Productions .... Very good !!!
I wonder how the new boy will audition ?!!!
Good story
Thanks

Harry

 

[gaygoth]

CHAPTER 3​

The rest of the stage crew arrived, and we began putting up the set. When I say the “stage crew”, I mean Joe and Mook. Joe was Joe Olsen, our makeup artist/hair stylist I met while on vacation in Miami. He had a wonderful way with both men and women, and was just what I was looking for, as in he was a hot studly man. I would not have a woman working for my studio to spoil the mood. Mook was Richard Mukowski. We went to school together, and when he heard I was starting my own porn production company, he begged me for a job. He was a wiz in wood shop, and I decided to hire him as a set designer. He was noticeably shocked when he arrived for his first day on the job and saw a bunch of naked men and no women. I guess he was still under the impression that I was straight and didn’t know it was a GAY porn production company. After the initial shock subsided, he settled in and did his job well. That was 4 years ago. It wasn’t until last month that he got so drunk that he confessed his deepest secret: he was bi. He loved women, but he also lusted for men, me in particular. I waited until he was sober before I made my move. Let’s just say Mr. Mook is a cock sucking pro, and although he’s not particularly good looking, a porn shoot starring the amazing Mook is on my to do list.

The set was up and ready in no time. Most pornographers just have their stars fuck in their bedrooms or in a sleazy motel room. I give my studs sets, to make it feel more like Hollywood. I guess it’s just one of my quirks.

The bed was moved into place, the lights were set up and positioned, and the camera was set into place. Brett and I took a few looks through it to make sure that everything was as we wanted it and that the lighting was good. As I expected, my boys had done a whale of a job. Joe finished up his work on my pornstars, and they looked as stunning as ever. Casey looked at me with his big brown eyes and boyish face. I loved that look. So vulnerable. Brett, in between his other work, somehow was able to sit down in the chair long enough to get his touches added as well. And then there was Constantine. He was just plain beautiful. It always took me aback how he approached porn. Every guy I know is nervous when he first gets in front of a camera. Everyone except Constantine, that is. He just was always comfortable and in command, no matter what the circumstance. I guess he was just destined to be a star.

Today was no different. Constantine was confident and ready, and already rock solid. Brett was excited, and just as hard. Casey was nervous as hell, and it showed. He was currently at half-staff. I was certain that would change. The film started rolling, and so did my boys. Constantine walked up behind Casey, startling him, and kissing his throat tenderly, while slowly moving his hand onto his side and downward toward his ass. It wasn’t long before my Brett joined in as well, slowly kissing Casey’s chest and sucking at his nipples. While Constantine was busy playing with his new toy, Brett was getting more serious. He dropped to his knees, and began to gently kiss and lick at the head of Casey’s cock.

Casey moaned in ecstasy, and began to stroke Constantine’s cock. Before long, Brett was full on sucking that twink cock, and Constantine began getting a little friskier. Just as I thought Casey was about to bust a nut, Brett pulled away, stood up, and directed Casey downward to return the favor, which he did with the enthusiasm of a first-timer, only much better as it. Constantine joined him on his knees, and began rimming Casey’s asshole. Before long, his finger replaced his tongue, and then it was time for his big dick to take over. Casey moaned in ecstasy over Brett’s cock, and Brett for his part had been moaning the whole time.

At first Constantine was slow and gentle, but the pace picked up and soon Casey’s ass was getting pounded so hard he was screaming for more! Brett couldn’t hold out any longer, and pulled out of Casey’s mouth just in time to shoot a nice size load all over Casey’s face in great orgasmic bursts. Casey got even more turned on than ever, and began stroking his own cock. 4 quick whacks was all it took, as blast after blast of Casey juice splashed onto the rug beneath him, soon to be followed by Constantine taking aim at Casey’s sweet ass, and hitting his target with uncanny precision. When all the orgasmic pleasure was over, I reluctantly called cut. Now that was hot!
I was about to march off to the bathroom to have a stunning climax of my own, when I heard a voice behind me.

“Um, Mr. Church?”

“Yes, this is he.”

“My name’s B.J. Fuller. I’m here for my audition.”

To be continued...

 

[harry113]

Oooooooooooh. That sounds a bit serious ..... does BJ know it's a porno production,
or does the B.J. tell us something ??
Great, please continue Gaygoth.
Thanks

Harry

 

[gaygoth]

CHAPTER 4​

I smiled. God, when Mook said this kid was hot, he wasn’t joking! B.J. had spiked blonde hair (definitely a plus) and was just plain gorgeous. Babyish, hairless face, just tanned enough skin, well-toned body, and quite the bulge to boot! This was one I was really going to enjoy.

I lead him into my office and closed the door behind him. I could tell he was really nervous. I motioned for him to sit down, which he did, and I took my seat behind my desk. I could clearly see him quiver with anticipation.

“Don’t worry, this isn’t the audition. Not yet, anyway. Before that, I need to know a little bit about you. Have you ever worked in porn before?”

“No, sir...”

“Please, call me Cody”

“Sorry, Cody. No, I haven’t, but I really want to. It’s always been a dream of mine, and I’m a huge fan of yours. Especially those gorgeous pierced nipples.”

I blushed at that one. Brett likes those as well. “Is B.J. your real initials?”

“My name is Brian Joseph Fuller Jr. I guess it was my destiny.”

“Well we’ll see about that. First I have a few forms and wavers for you to fill out, and then we’ll see if you’ve got what I’m looking for.”

He completed all his paperwork, and stood up. It always pleased me to see them so eager. “Right this way,” I said as I led him through the side door to the private room I’d set aside auditions.

B.J. froze when he saw the camera. “It will be videotaped, the audition?”

“Oh yes. I have to know that you’re comfortable in front of the camera. Is that a problem?’

“No, it just makes me a little nervous, this being my first time and all. Will anyone else see it?”

“If you’re good enough yes. I have plans for the really good ones in a future project. Enough chitchat. Let’s get busy.”

I think he liked that idea, because before I had time to turn on the camera, he’s whipping off his clothes and playing with his dick.

And oh, what a dick. All 10 inches, that’s right 10 INCHES!!!!, seemed so perfectly proportioned to the rest of his magnificent body.

I couldn’t contain myself. I walked over to him, bent down, and licked at the head, lapping up the precum that was forming, and then lowered my head to his cock, taking it in right to the back of my throat, and there was still more that wasn’t in my mouth. I was an expert cocksucker, but I still couldn’t fit it all in.

I sucked him, bobbing my head up and down, licking him in all the right places, spending a considerable amount of time on the head and dick ridge. Soon, he took his hand and led my face away, bent over, and started sucking my own dick, which had quickly gone from half-staff to standing at attention. He copied many of my movements, and added a few of his own. Man, this boy loved dick.

I couldn’t stand it any longer. I needed his sweet ass. I turned him around and inserted my middle finger. His hole tightened, but not so much that I couldn’t push it in, just enough to be pleasurable. I inserted the index finger as well, and began to finger fuck him. That was when he really started moaning in ecstasy.

“Ooooh yeah oh God oooh yeah fuck it ooooh God yeah.”

I could seriously get off just listening to him, but he was begging for more, and I was never one to disappoint. I got on my knees and instructed him to get on his back. He did as he was told, and I directed his feet onto my shoulders. I asked him if he was ready. His response:

“Fuck me! Fuck me hard!!!”

And so I did. I slipped the head in. He winced a little, but I could tell he wanted it all, so I obliged. My entire cock slid in with relative ease, and I began to slowly hump my hips back and forth, enjoying our sex. I bent down and kissed him. My tongue slipped out of my mouth and into his, he did the same, and so there we were, fucking and swapping spit. I picked up the pace, and he was moaning his pleasure into my mouth, as was I into his. God he tasted good!

As I fucked harder and faster, and our kissing became more and more intense, I could feel my balls start to tingle, and my cock started to pulsate. I was about to cum. I pulled out, and put my dick up to his face. He got the hint, and licked at the head and shaft as I stroked it. The first stream of cream shot out onto his face and hair, then another, then another, 4 more before it started to ooze out. The whole time he’s just smiling and loving every bit of it. Afterwards he licked me clean, and I licked off what was on his face.

“Don’t worry about what’s in your hair,” I said. “It makes for excellent hair gel.”

Needless to say, he got the job.

To be continued...

 

[harry113]

Oooohhh ........ TEN INCHES no less
Where is he, let me at him !!!
great story !!!
Thanks gaygoth

Harry

 

[kcm17480]

This looks to be a hot one. I hope there is plenty more where this came from.

 

[miaplacidus]

Mmmm... that was really HOT... you're distracting me from writing my own story!!!

 

[gaygoth]

CHAPTER 5

***​

It was later that night. We gave everybody the rest of the day off. Not that they particularly wanted to stop their fun, but it was the day before Halloween, my favorite holiday, and I wanted a little time off to be with Brett and my friends. Working in porn’s great, but quality time with the man of my dreams comes before all else.

“So how was the new guy?” That was Brett.

“My dear, you would absolutely not believe it. He was amazing.”

“Really? And how?”

“Three words, Brett. Ten inch dick.”

Brett’s eyes grew wide. “No shit!”

“No shit. And man that boy can fuck. Sorry about not consenting with you first, but I hired him on the spot.”

“Well if he’s as good as you make him sound, he’s got my seal of approval. So, when are you putting him on film”?

“He doesn’t have any prior experience, so I’m starting him off as a fluffer to gain experience, but trust me, he’ll be our next big star. I just know it.”

“Speaking of fluffers, we certainly didn’t need any today.”

“I didn’t really think we would,” I replied. “You guys are pros, and it was a hurry-up shoot, so no retakes. Oh Brett, this weekend is going to be great. I can’t wait.”

Could I ever? I loved Halloween, and it was one of the few times of the year I could forget the business aspects surrounding the company and just have fun. The happiness was abruptly halted, however, when I recalled the nightmare which had once again tortured me last night. I told Brett the details.

Brett knew what Uncle Ian had done to me as a child, and he also knew my nightly terror by heart. This morning, it had been halted early. It had stopped before the black-cloaked figure in front of me pulled off his hood, revealing all the features of his marvelous face, the face I had known and loved for so many years. The face of my first lover. The face of my brother, Nicholas.

Nicholas was the best brother I could have possibly asked for. He loved my when I was impossible to love, and when I told him of what Uncle Ian had done to me, it was he who was the only one who believed me, and held me all night long, comforting me. And it was he who first made love to me, true love, not the vile rape and torture inflicted upon me by Uncle Ian. He was so gentle, loving, caring, and compassionate, and though we only made love once, it was without question the best sex I have ever had (and I mean no offense to Brett here).

He was killed by a drunk driver shortly thereafter. To this day I am still mourning his loss.

I began to cry, and as always I felt Brett’s powerful arm move across my chest. He held me as I cried, and kissed me, tenderly and passionately. When all my tears had been released, we made love. It wasn’t rough, nor wild, nor exuberantly erotic passion, just warm and tender, and it felt oh-so-good. Brett and I climaxed simultaneously. Then we held each other some more. He comforted me, and I craned my head backwards, loving to look at his beautiful face and long, curly brown hair.

Out intimacy was interrupted by the doorbell. I got up and opened up the door.

I was then greeted by a six-foot cock.

To be continued...

 

[harry113]

Wow!! 6 foot !!!!
Try swallowing that one!!
Great story Gaygoth
Thanks
Harry

 

[gaygoth]

Hey y'all!

I'd just like to express my grattitude for all the wonderful feedback I've gotten for this story, and I'll try to write Chapter 6 soon, though I can't say when. I'm an impulse writer. I write when it feels good, when I need to write. If the desire isn't there, I can't write effectively. This is part of the reason why Chapter 4 is so hot and sexy, and Chapter 5 is more warm and tender. It all depends on my emotions, and I try to work it all into the story and tie it all together.

I have a love/hate relationship with cliffhanger endings. I love to write them, but I hate reading them in other people's stories. The tension is just more than I can bear. And oh, what a cliffhanger I've left you with in Chapter 5! And no, I didn't mean 6 inch cock, I meant 6 foot. It will be explained very soon.

And I've been trying hard to think of a title for this thing, but nothing seems appropriate. Call it whatever you wish, I guess

Sincerely
Xx_Goth_xX

 

[gaygoth]

CHAPTER 6​

“Trick or treat. Give me a great big dick to eat.” said the gigantic pecker.

I nearly laughed my ass off. Of course it was Clay, my long time best friend and current lawyer. Always the joker

“Why I love your Halloween costume. And just what are you supposed to be?”

“I’m a prick.” He said.

“No more than usual.” replied Brett.

Of course that got us both laughing. It was always a treat having Clay around.

Clay was, by anyone’s standards, a hunk. Even straight guys would stop and admire his near perfect bod. So tanned and sculpted, my God it was all I could do to keep from reaching out and ripping him apart. I should know, I’ve tried. I met him while he was delivering for UPS, dropping off some packages at some gopher-guts run-down establishment where I was doing a shoot. Needless to say, it was lust at first sight. We chit-chatted every day he made a delivery, and we became really good friends (if you know what I mean.) He credits me with enabling him to follow his dreams of becoming an attorney. Actually, all I did was have my dad make a few calls (which I will admit was not easy).

Anyway, I invited him in and he took a seat on the sofa (though sitting down is a bit more difficult when you wearing a bulky rubber schlong costume). We then got down to business. He got me up to speed on the progress of a few pending court casing filed against me by various and sundry religious groups. (It really is a never-ending battle.) None of them really had a leg to stand on. I have to admit it was quite amusing to see someone talking about such serious matters while dressed up like a purple-headed yogurt slinger. Just the thought got me snickering, and at some point, all three of us broke into quite another fit of laughter.

After we at last calmed down a bit, Clay agreed to take off his costume, if just to give our ribcages a brake. Then we got to more personal matters. He talked about the struggles with his family, I talked about the trouble with mine. Then our conversation turned toward his career. He told me about some of his new clients, the whole time I was beaming with pride. Although he was nearly 2 years my senior, I had always thought of him as a sort of son. Clay’s life had been very difficult, and I did all I could to make sure that, while not pampering him, he got the most out of his talents, skills, and abilities. In short, his success was my success.

Then he asked me how things were going at the studio. Now this was what I was waiting for. I started off with all the boring stuff, you know, the business side, the technical aspects, etc. I could tell that this was not what he was wanting to hear about, but he paid close attention anyway, his lips drooling with anticipation. He wanted to hear the juicy parts. Slowly but surely I relented. I gradually worked my way up to the good parts. The fantastic sucking scene with Bill and Fabrizio, the facial Eric gave Leonid, the time I caught Emilio in the bathroom hardcore fucking a fluffer.

Then I got to the really good part. My recent new hire, BJ. I could tell Clay was certainly intrigued by the name, and as I went on in exact and excruciating detail, I could tell by the bulge in his pants that Little Clay was very interested in this part of the story. The more I talked, the happier Little Clay became, and soon he was joined by Mr. Hand.

It was then that I knew exactly what we all wanted. I began to take off my clothes, but soon Brett pushed my hands away and began to do it for me. As soon as I was nude, I returned the favor by stripping Brett. Poor Clay was forced to strip alone. As soon as we were all naked, I felt Brett’s strong arms wrap around me, one around my neck, the other around my waist, slowly caressing my penis. Clay moved to me and began to rub my buttocks and pressed his lips to mine. I drew his tongue into my mouth, kissing him warmly, then he gratefully returned the favor. Soon both of our tongues were lashing together in blind lust, while my Brett set to work licking any piece of flesh he could find, while his fingers tortured my nipples by pulling and twisting the rings. I was in ecstasy. I turned around and took my lover into my mouth and began grinding him and urging him to continue with his nipple play. Clay had at this point began rimming my sphincter, doing some serious tongue action on my ass crack. Man I loved it!

Brett stopped what he was doing and pulled away from my lips. He used his hands to urge me downward. I reached his groin, and began to pleasure him as best I could. I circled my tongue around the head of his cock, paying special attention to the sensitive underside. My tongue then traveled the long journey down the shaft to his pubes, then downward to his beautiful sack. I licked and nipped at one ball, then the other. By the moans he was making, I’d say I was doing a pretty good job of giving him pleasure, but he ain’t seen nothing yet.

I then went back up to the head, engulfing it in my lips. As Clay’s tongue worked it’s way into my ass, my mouth worked its way down the shaft of my lover’s golden rod until I had taken all of him inside me. I then put my best skills into action on Brett’s dick, being sure to occasionally move it a little and even use my teeth every so often, just enough to cause stimulation, but not enough to cause any real pain.

Suddenly, I felt Clay’s tongue pull out of my hole.

“Enough foreplay,” he said, “let’s get down to business.”

I looked up at Brett, who smiled and nodded his head in approval. God that my smile was killer. And those eyes! I have seriously wanked off thinking of nothing more than my boyfriends smiling face. It gives me a boner every time.

Brett laid down on his back as I moved on top of him into the 69 position. Then Clay forced his unlubed dick into my spit-slimed hole, and began humping me with serious fury. I guess eating ass really turned him on! I buried my face in my boyfriend’s crotch and sucked him as best I could while enjoying my own ecstasy of being pounded so damn hard. I must have been doing a good job, because with every stroke, Brett’s blowjob on me became more and more intense.

Clay was the first to cum, and man it must have been a while since he’d shot off last. 14 strong shots into my ass before it finally started to subdue. Some of it splashed out and onto Brett’s face, causing him to orgasm. I was the last to cum. Brett’s jizz going into my eager mouth was just too much for me, and I let my seed fly into my man’s hungry mouth, as he swallowed with vigor.

Afterward, we crawled into bed together Brett on the right, me spooning him, and Clay spooning me.

I slept peacefully, with visions of sugar daddies dancing in my head.

To be continued...

 

[harry113]

Hot stuff, Goth
Thank you
Harry

 

[gaygoth]

Sorry I haven't posted in a while. I recently viewed the Star Wars Holiday Special for the very first time, and I'm currently experiencing severe emotional and psychological trauma because of it. Yes, it is that bad.

CHAPTER 7​

***


I was awakened by a rudely ringing telephone. Now if there is one invention in this world that I firmly believe we could have seriously forgot about, it is the phone. The ringing is loud and rude and urgent, even if the call is not. It forces you to speak to someone as if they are in front of you, yet you cannot see them, and instead of using something personal like email addresses, you are instead given a boring number. Yeah, as if I don’t have enough of those to remember.

Anyway I answered, and immediately wished I hadn’t.

“Son, are you busy at the moment?” inquired my father on the other end.

I wanted to hang up then, but I stupidly proceeded. “No Dad, I’m not.”

“Son we need to talk.”

“I’m listening.”

“Your mother wants me to come over sometime soon.”

“Oh?”

“I was thinking around Thanksgiving, if you don’t mind.”

“I’m guessing you do.”

At that Dad started to raise his tone of voice.

“Well you don’t make it very easy for me when I’m there, what with all your gay stuff and all. You know, somewhere along the line I failed with you.”

“Dad...”

“God damn it boy! Get your head out of your ass! How in the hell can you like that homosex stuff? You disgust me.”

I hung up at that. I didn’t want to hear any more, not when it was my favorite of all holidays. Yes, it was Halloween, and I wasn’t about to let that asshole ruin my mood. But yet, the mood was ruined. I was steaming mad.

Suddenly, I felt a very familiar set of hands grab my shoulders and start to massage me, and with every stroke, my problems seemed less and less important. I glanced over my shoulder to see the man of my dreams easing my tension as only he knew how. God I love him.

It seems that every time he touches me, I go a little bit out of my mind. I just lose myself in his warm embrace. Nothing else matters. His kisses fall on my lips like soft rose petals, soothing me with every touch.

He didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to. I knew that he loved me, and was there for me, and his wonderful body pressed against me was all I needed then.

Later on in the day I was in a much better mood. Clay had gone home by this time, meaning I had a little bit of alone time with my man, and we decided to make the most of it, before the guests came for the big party. We were still naked. Brett and I very rarely wear clothes around the house, as we’d just end up taking them off again anyways, and quite frankly, I’ve always thought them quite useless out here in the hot California climate. Oh how I wish people could just be more open about their bodies and just let it all hang out, but that’s just me.

We sat down on the sofa and began to watch one of our earlier productions. I hadn’t seen this one in awhile, and I was struck by the low quality of the video and audio, a problem we have since corrected. Still, the action was as hot as I’d remembered, and I realized I had quite a raging hardon when I felt my loverboy’s hand grasp it and start jerking me off. His rhythm was slow, by steady enough to really get me hot. I reached back and did the same to him, matching his every stroke. As his pace increased, so did mine, and soon I could feel his perspiration and mine begin to mingle and mix on our entangled bodies. He was panting and moaning into my ear.

“Oh God Cody. Oh yeah, stroke me babe. Oh God I love you. Oh God!”

His and my pace became furious and fevered. At this point, we were no longer watching the porn that continued to play in front of us. Our focus was our love and lust for each other, and our fervent need to release our passions and desires.

Cream began to erupt out of my cock in long ropy strands, the first of which landed square on my face. His orgasm was soon to follow and was just as forceful.

We held each other afterwards for what seemed like blissful eternity, licking the cum from each other’s bodies and loving to look at one another.

To be continued...

 

[miaplacidus]

I have a thing with mutual jack-off... I don't know why, but I really love doing it...

Excellent story. More please!!!

 

[13hangers]

Honestly?

HOT story

If spurting was an olympic sport, I would have CUM first

So.................. I you

I have read your other stories aswell they are awesome too

 

[pe_gay89]

Great story! I can't believe I haven't read this before.