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Clark's Story Ch. 01

By: robcub32



Ch. 01: Educating Gordie

I looked up at the clock and yawned. It was only the first day of school and second period chemistry was already boring me to tears. We were all standing in the back half of the class room which was set up as a lab. Mr. Carl was explaining the safety rules. 

"Okay, everyone pick a lab partner for the semester," Mr. Carl announced. 

Great. It was bad enough that I was always picked last at sports, but I was always get picked last for this stuff too. Well, being a senior at least I don't have to take PE anymore. 

"Hey, Clark. Wanna be my partner?" 

I looked up in shock to see Gordon Thomas was standing next to me. Gordon was a senior like me. He played on the football team. I was shocked for two reasons: one, that he would be taking chemistry; and two, that he was talking to me. Being a jock, he was pretty popular, especially compared to me. I was a bookworm who hung out with two other nerds. 

"Uh, really?" I asked looking at him skeptically. 

"Yeah. I need to get a good grade... and you're really smart... so..." 

I rolled my eyes. "Sure, Gordon. I'll be your lab partner." 

Mr. Carl had everyone take a seat with their partners. The front half of the room had tables designed for two students instead of individual desks. Gordon and I sat together at one of the back tables.

While Mr. Carl droned on, I snuck a peek at Gordon. He was a big, husky guy, over 6'4" and a bit overweight. He had a bit of a stomach and love handles. I figured he must be at least 240 pounds. He had brown hair and green eyes. He also had a beard, which wasn't very common for high school guys. His beard wasn't very thick, but it was full. His family moved here from Georgia four years ago, so he had a very Southern accent that stuck out amongst everyone else's northern Michigan accent. Gordon wasn't gorgeous, but he wasn't ugly either. 

I'm Clark as you already know. I just turned 18 years old and I'm quite a bit smaller than Gordon at 5'9" and 145 pounds. I've got black hair and brown eyes and I wear glasses. My mom is Thai and my Dad is white, so I have a half-Asian look to me. Most people can't seem to figure out my nationality and since I was born and raised in the U.S., I don't sound 'Asian'. Mom has lived in the U.S. most of her life, so she's really Americanized and became a U.S. citizen several years ago. I get the "Where are you from?" question a lot. Depending on my mood, I usually end up saying "Michigan". Most of the people that live in the small northern Michigan town where I live are white, I guess it's understandable that they'd be curious, but sometimes it's rude. 

"Fuck, this dude is boring as hell," Gordon whispered to me. 

I chuckled. 

When the bell finally rang, Gordon hopped out of his seat. "See ya tomorrow, Clark," he said and he was out the door. 

*** 

After school, I usually walk to the public library to study and do my homework for a couple of hours. By the time I get home from the library, usually Mom and Dad are home. Right now, it's just Mom, Dad and me at home. My older brother Greg is a junior at Central Michigan, so he's living on campus down in Mt. Pleasant. 

When we did our first chemistry lab, I did most of the work while Gordon watched. He was eager to help, but didn't want to mess anything up. One thing I quickly discovered about Gordon was that he was a big joker. He was always joking or making fun of something. He had me giggling inappropriately on more than one occasion. 

We had a quiz coming up and Gordon wanted to get together to study. I told him I always went to the library after school so we could study there. He had football practice and asked me if I could hang out and wait for him. After school, I hung out in the computer lab for an hour and then made my way to the parking lot. 

A few minutes later, the guys exited the school and were headed to their cars. Gordon called out to me and I met up with him and we walked to his truck. He had a really old, rusty, beat-up, blue Dodge pick up truck. It wasn't much to look at, but at least he had a car of his own. 

I climbed into the truck with him and he pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one. 

"You smoke?" he asked, holding out the pack to me. 

I shook my head. "No." 

"You don't mind if I do, do ya?" 

"Nah. It's your truck, Gordon." 

"My friends call me Gordie. Call me Gordie." 

"Sure, Gordie." 

As Gordie started the truck and pulled out of the parking lot, I snuck a look at him. His hair was wet from the after-practice shower. His beard was damp a little bit as well. It looks like he had trimmed it down and shaped it up a little bit recently. I hadn't noticed in class this morning. It looked good. As we drove to the library, he had his window down. He kept his cigarette outside the window except when he took a drag. 

Gordie followed me into the library and I sat down at my usual table near the back corner. We went over everything a few times for a couple of hours. 

Gordie finally yawned and stretched. When he leaned back and stretched, his T-shirt rode up a little bit and I saw his furry belly. I felt something tingle inside me that I knew would get me into trouble and I quickly looked away. 

"I'm fuckin' starved," he said. "Let's call it a day and go grab something to eat." 

I called my mom and told her I was going out to dinner with a friend from school. We both ordered a cheeseburger and fries and got to know each other a little better. I found out that he's the youngest of four boys. None of his three older brothers live at home. I told him my older brother Greg was going to CMU. 

Gordie had a nasty sense of humor, which I found really funny. He was sarcastic and actually kind of mean, but I couldn't stop laughing. He'd say something scathing about someone and I would have a laughing fit and he'd just grin at me, pleased that he made me laugh.

He asked if I as going to the game on Friday night and I had already planned on going. Gordie dropped me off at home and we said goodbye and I watched him speed off. 

*** 

The next day in Chemistry class, Mr. Carl was going over the test materials for Friday's test. When Mr. Carl faced the chalkboard, he had a chalk mark on the seat of his pants. Gordie leaned over to me and whispered, "Looks like Carl shoved a stick of chalk up his ass". 

I tried not to laugh, but that made me want to laugh harder. It wasn't even funny, but I guess that's what happens with inappropriate laughter. Gordie sat there with a smug grin on his face and shrugged when people started looking. 

"Is there a joke you'd like to share with the class, Mr. Johnson?" Mr. Carl asked me. He was pissed. 

I stifled one last giggle, cleared my throat and said, "No, sir." 

I wrote "JERK" on a piece of paper and pushed it towards Gordie. He just grinned. 

We had our test Friday morning and Gordie said he felt pretty good about it. I was sure I got an A. That afternoon we had a pep rally in gym at the end of the day for the first game of the season. Gordie was wearing his football jersey. He was #79. While the coach introduced the team, he looked up and caught my eye and gave me a small smile. I grinned back at him.

That night, I went to the game with my friend Artie. Our team won easily, 35 to 7. Gordie was an offensive lineman and he played most of the game. I didn't take my eyes off him the entire time.

The next Thursday, Gordie and I got together to study again at the library, but we spent most of the time quietly talking. 

"You got a girlfriend, Clark? I always see you with that Amy girl." 

"No, we're just friends. I think Amy has a crush on my other friend, Artie." 

"That the skinny nerdy guy?" 

"Yeah. What about you?" I asked.

"Nah. All these girls here are stuck-up bitches." 

"Really? But you're so popular and a big jock, I figured they'd be all over a guy like you." 

"Yeah, right. I'm fat and hairy. I make them laugh and they'll hang out with me, but they don't want to fuck a guy like me." 

"Well, it's their loss. I think you're great." 

Oh, shit. Me and my big mouth.

Gordie's mouth turned up in a smirk. "Thanks, Clark. So how far have you got? Second base? Third base?" 

I blushed. "Um... I haven't really..." 

"Sorry, dude. Wait... Not even first base? Kissing?" 

I shook my head. "What about you?" 

"I got to second base with a girl last year. Groped her tits while we were kissing and making out." 

"Cool," I replied. 

God, I am such a dork. But I was kind of surprised that Gordie hadn't gotten further. I mean, he was kind of a stud. He said he was fat and hairy. Maybe he was a little fat, but he wasn't that big. And his beard made him look older and manlier and really sexy and I'll bet his body was hairy and hot too. The more time I spent with Gordie, the more attractive I thought he was. When he smiled or laughed, he was so handsome.

We packed up our stuff since we weren't getting anything done and grabbed a pizza. I had a couple slices and Gordie finished it off. It was dark by the time we pulled up into my driveway. I unbuckled my seat belt and picked up my backpack off the floor. 

"Clark." 

I looked at Gordie. He moved closer to me and put his hand on the back of my head. He pulled me into him and kissed me on the lips. I was shocked, but immediately recovered and we kissed longer the second time. I opened my mouth the way he did. When he pulled away, he sucked my bottom lip and it slipped out of his mouth with a pop. 

He looked at me and said, "There. Now you've been to first base. See you tomorrow." 

I nodded and hurried inside. I ran upstairs to my bedroom. My dick was throbbing in my pants. Gordie Thomas just kissed me. Like a real kiss. I grabbed a t-shirt and my pajama bottoms and went to the bathroom. I turned on the shower and adjusted the water. I lathered myself up and as soon as wrapped my soapy hand around my dick, I stroked it down and then up one time and it spurted all over the shower curtain. I leaned back against the wall panting. I splashed water on the curtain to wash away the evidence and quickly finished my shower. 

*** 

I was nervous as hell sitting next to Gordie in class the next day. He acted totally normal like nothing was wrong. After class he stopped me and said he was going to a party after the game and invited me to come along. I waited for him after the game and rode out with him to the party. A bunch of kids from school were there, and there was lots of beer and loud music. I stuck with Gordie, who introduced me as his friend Clark. Some of them wondered why I was there I'm sure, but no one seemed to really mind. 

Gordie spent most of the time in the back yard smoking and drinking. I stood next to him nursing my first ever beer the entire night. I'd join in and laugh at the conversation, but I felt kind of out of place. Gordie stopped drinking after a couple of beers. By the time we left for the night, he didn't seem at all drunk. I guess he was a big guy and could handle the beer. 

When we pulled up to my house, he kissed me again. I could smell the beer on his breath. We kissed longer and deeper this time. When his tongue pushed at my lips, I opened and let him run it along my tongue. I played with his tongue with my own until he finally broke the kiss. 

"Ask your Mom and Dad if you can spend the night tomorrow," he said. 

"Okay." 

He sped off and I went inside and found my Dad in the living room watching TV. He asked if I had a good time. I said I did and asked if I could spend tomorrow night at Gordie's. He didn't have a problem with it, but wanted to meet Gordie first. 

*** 

When Gordie rang the doorbell Saturday afternoon, I was a nervous wreck. He poured on the Southern charm with both of my parents and they ate it up. My Dad was a big guy like Gordie and he loved football, and he and Gordie talked about the varsity football team and the Lions like they were best friends. Mom thought he was so sweet.

We went to his house and he introduced me to his parents. They seemed very nice. We hung out in Gordie's room and played Halo on his xbox 360. He was way better at it than I was. His parents pretty much left us alone. 

"We got a rec room in the basement. Come on." 

We grabbed some Cokes and went downstairs. There was a couch and a big projection TV, a pool table, and a dart board on the wall. A sink and laundry area was on the back wall. There was also a bed and dresser in the back corner, behind a partition wall. 

"That was my oldest brother's room before he moved out. My parents usually let me stay down here when buddies stay the night." 

We played darts for a while until Gordie's mom called down the stairs and asked if we wanted her to order pizza. She ordered our pizza and when it arrived, we ran upstairs. His Dad told us to go ahead and grab one of the boxes and take it downstairs. 

We sat on the couch and watched a movie and ate pizza. 

"It's hot down here," Gordie said. He stood up and pulled his shirt off. I softly gasped. His chest and stomach were covered with soft brown hair. He was slightly overweight and his pecs and stomach looked soft and he had the beginnings of love handles. He had a sun design tattoo on his upper left bicep and a tribal arm band around the same arm. 

Gordie flexed his arm and asked, "You like my tats?" 

I nodded. "Yeah, they're really cool." 

"Thanks. See what I mean about being fat and hairy? No one would want this, would they?"

Gordie smacked his hairy belly.

"I don't think you're fat, Gordie. You're a big guy. The extra weight on you looks good... you look really manly." 

Gordie sat down next to me on the couch. He was only wearing a pair of basketball shorts and socks. He was close enough I could feel the heat from his body. 

"Why don't you get comfortable, Clark?" 

I took my shirt off and sat back on the couch. 

"You're so smooth and skinny," he said. "You've got the opposite problem of me." 

"Yeah, I guess so." 

Gordie licked his lips and then kissed me. We French kissed for what seemed like a really long time. I ran my hand through the hair on his chest and stomach. Gordie stood up and took me over to the bed. We laid down facing each other. 

"You really do think I'm hot, don't you?" he asked. 

"Yeah. You're the hottest guy I know." 

Gordie took my glasses off and set them on the night stand next to the bed. 

"You're cute, Clark." 

I blushed. "Thanks." 

Gordie pulled me to him and kissed me again. We kissed and he kissed my neck and gently sucked it. He felt my nipples and they got hard when his fingers brushed against them. I whimpered as he flicked his fingers back and forth across them. I ran my hand down his chest and stomach as we made out. Gordie suddenly took my hand and placed it onto his crotch. I could feel how hard his dick was though his shorts. 

"Second base," he whispered. 

We both chuckled quietly. 

"These shorts are uncomfortable," he whispered. "I'm gonna take mine off." 

He slid the shorts down and dropped them over the side of the bed. I untied mine and did the same. Gordie was wearing dark blue plaid boxer shorts. I had on a pair of black briefs. My little dick created a bulge pointing up towards my belly button. 

"Can I see it, Gordie?" I whispered. 

Gordie laid flat on his back and pushed off his boxers and tossed them onto the floor. He had a fat uncircumcised penis surrounded by a bush of brown hair. It looked to be about 6 and 3/4 inches long and it was really, really thick around. The shaft pointed up towards his stomach and was smooth and solid. His pink head peeked out from the foreskin and there was a drop of pre-come on the tip. 

"God, it's so big, Gordie. I've never seen one like yours before, you know... uncircumcised." 

I ran my hand up and down his furry chest and moved it closer to his crotch. I glanced up at him, not knowing if I should proceed.

"Go ahead, Clark," he whispered huskily. 

I wrapped my hand around the shaft and slowly slid it up and down. I watched the foreskin easily glide over the head. I wiped at the drop of fluid with my thumb. Gordie bit his bottom lip and stifled a groan. 

"Do it, Clark. Jack me off." 

I started stroking Gordie's cock faster. He felt so hard in my hand, but the skin was so soft. 

"Faster, Clark.... A little tighter... Yeah... Just like that... Oh god... Here it comes. I'm coming!" 

Gordie's dick swelled and pulsed in my hand and a long rope of come blasted out of Gordie's dick and splashed across my cheek and chin. I jerked my head back in surprise, but kept stroking until the remaining blasts covered his chest and stomach. I let go of his dick when he finished and wiped my hand on his stomach. He turned and looked at me and laughed. He took his index and middle finger and wiped them across my face. He brought it up to my face and then swiped his fingers across my lips and laughed again.

I chuckled and then met his eyes and licked my lips. Gordie looked at me with lust and did it again. I licked again. When he moved his fingers to me this time, he stopped and I opened my mouth and he slipped them in and I licked the come off his fingers. It was the best thing I ever tasted.

Gordie pushed my underwear down to my knees and I kicked them off. He looked down at me for a few seconds. He slowly reached down to my crotch. He ran his fingers over my small 4.5" penis and then took it into his hand and stroked it up and down with his fingers. It only took a few seconds before I shot my load onto my chest and stomach. 

Gordie pulled me out of bed and we walked over to the laundry sink. We got a towel and wiped ourselves down and rinsed off in the sink. 

We returned to the bed and laid down and gently touched and kissed each other. I reached down and slowly stroked Gordie's balls and his hard shaft.

"I can't believe you're hard again," I whispered.

Gordie moved flat on his back and I started slowly jerking him off again. His hand moved to the back of my head and he pushed it down to his dick. 

"Suck it, Clark," he whispered. 

I looked up at Gordie. "I've never..." 

"Just do it like they do in porn. Move your head on it and cover your teeth with your lips." 

"You won't tell anyone?" 

"Fuck, no. This is all just between us." 

He smiled at me and I smiled back. I moved my head down to his dick. I picked it up off his belly with my hand and licked at the tip. I took the head into my mouth. It was hot and soft. It had a slightly salty taste. The smell was intoxicating, a musky sweaty salty smell. I closed my eyes and took him into my mouth. 

"Oh, fuck, Clark. That feels so fucking good. Suck my cock, Clark." 

I started moving my mouth up and down his shaft, going down as far as I could before I felt I was going to choke. The skin felt soft in my mouth, but underneath it was hard as steel. I used my hand and mouth together to bob up and down on him. As I did this, I sucked and I could hear quiet slurping sounds echoing in my ear. Clark kept his hand on the back of my head. I knew then and there that I was 100% gay. 

"Keep going. Just like that, Clark. I wanna come in your mouth. Make me come, Clark." 

I increased my speed and intensity of the bobbing and sucking. 

"Oh, shit, here it comes!" 

Gordie's hands gripped my head I felt the first blast hit the roof of my mouth and then pool on my tongue. I swallowed on instinct. It was followed by several more blasts and I swallowed those too.

"Ugh! Oh, fuck..." he grunted.

I pulled off Gordie's cock and laid on my back. I grabbed my dick and stroked it up and down twice and it fired come onto my chest and stomach. I got up and wiped myself off with the towel at the sink and then returned to bed. 

I laid down next to Gordie who was falling asleep. Gordie rolled over and pulled me to him and spooned up behind me. His soft, hairy, naked body rubbed against me and it felt wonderful. I heard Gordie start to snore and it wasn't long before I fell asleep. 


Clark's Story Ch. 01



I woke up in the middle of the night having to pee. The lights and the TV were still on. I got up and put on my shorts and went upstairs to use the bathroom. I went back down to the basement and saw Gordie pissing into the laundry sink and my mouth fell open. He laughed when he saw my face. 

Gordie turned off the TV and the lights and we climbed back into bed. 

"Hey, Clark?" he whispered in the dark.

"Yeah?" I whispered back.

"Did you like what we did earlier?" he asked.

"Yeah. Did you like it?" I asked back.

"Hell yeah," he chuckled. "I fucking loved it. So... Are you, uh, you know... gay?" 

"Yeah. I wasn't sure until today. Are you?" 

"I like girls. I think I'm bi." 

"Oh. That's cool." 

Gordie took my hand and moved it to his crotch. His dick was hard again. 

"Do you... You want me to suck it for you again?" I asked in a whisper. 

"Yeah." 

I bent down and took Gordie's big fat dick into my mouth. I gave him another blowjob and let him come in my mouth again.

"God, you're really good at that, Clark," he said and we both started laughing.

Gordie let out a deep breath. "I need a smoke."

We got up and put on our shorts and went out the basement door that led to the back yard. We stood under the deck in silence while Gordie had a smoke before returning to bed.

I sucked him off one more time in the morning before he took me home. 

*** 

Gordie and I started hanging out a lot more and we'd spend the night at each others houses as often as our parents let us. I gave him many so many blowjobs I lost count... in his bed, in his basement, in my bedroom, in his truck. I blew him almost every single day for the next two months and a lot of times, he would jerk me off.

Thanksgiving weekend was when Gordie rounded third and hit a home run.

It was Saturday afternoon. His parents were visiting friends for the day and wouldn't be back until late that night. Gordie came by the house to pick me up. When I came outside he was leaning against his truck smoking. He was wearing a flannel shirt over a wife beater tank top, faded jeans and brown cowboy boots. His wallet was chained to a belt loop. He looked hot as hell. My knees weakened and my crotch tightened. He looked at me and smirked. He knew the effect he had on me. He flicked the cigarette butt onto the driveway and stomped it out.

"Ready?" he asked.

We went and grabbed a quick lunch and before long we were alone in his bedroom. Our clothes were piled on the floor and we laid down in his bed naked.

We were kissing and making out and Gordie rolled on top of me. His penis was between my legs and I could feel it poking at me. 

"Clark, do ever think about fucking?" he asked quietly.

"Yeah. Sometimes," I said. Truthfully, I thought about it all the time, and I wanted Gordie to be my first.

"I wanna fuck you, Clark. I wanna fuck you in the ass. You wanna try it?" 

I nodded. "Yeah. I want to."

"You really wanna give me your cherry?"

"Yeah."

Gordie got some lotion from his nightstand drawer. He rolled me over onto my stomach and began squishing the lotion into my crack. He pushed his finger into my hole. 

"Ouch," I cried out. "Go slow, Gordie." 

Gordie slowed down and began fingering me slowly. He pushed in a second finger and moved a little bit faster. He pulled me up until I was on my hands and knees. I heard the squishing noises as he lubed up his cock with the lotion. He knelt behind me and pushed the head of his fat uncut cock into me. I cried out in pain. 

"It hurts, Gordie... It hurts..." 

"It'll be okay, baby, just give it a minute..." 

Oh, God, it burned and hurt like hell, but Gordie just called me 'baby'. My mind was swimming with emotions. He pushed further into me. His body moved down so that he was on top of my back. His hairy chest and belly covered my back and his weight on me felt good. He brought his arms under me and around my chest and held me tight.

"You're so tight, Clark. Fuck, it's so hot and so soft..." 

Gordie began moving in and out of me nice and slow. I grit my teeth and squeezed my eyes shut. He pushed deeper and his dick slid across something inside me and I gasped and moaned. My dick pulsed and a dollop of pre-come dripped onto the bed. 

"Oh, fuck, squeeze it like that again," he moaned.

Gordie slid out and and back in. He held my hips tight and began thrusting faster. He kept rubbing against what I later found was my prostate and I was hard as a rock. The pain was gone and it was replaced by intense pleasure. 

"Oh, yeah, Clark," he grunted. 

"Gordie, it feels good," I moaned. "Fuck me, Gordie." 

"Yeah, I'm fucking your ass, baby!" 

"Oh, god!" I moaned.

Gordie's thrusts became more erratic and he pushed into me and cried out. 

"I'm coming!" he shouted.

I felt his cock swell and jerk repeatedly. I felt a warm sensation inside me and when he pulled out, his hot semen leaked out and ran down my balls and my leg. 

Gordie grabbed a towel and swiped it up my leg and my ass crack. I collapsed forward onto the bed and then rolled onto my back. Gordie looked down and took my cock in his hand and looked me in the eye and said, "Don't come in my mouth." 

He bent down and sucked me into his mouth. It was warm and wet and the gentle suction was amazing. I never felt anything like it. Then he slipped a finger into me and finger banged me while sucking me off. 

"Gord," I warned him. Gordie pulled his mouth off me and jerked my cock and I sprayed a huge load all over us.

Gordie climbed on top of me and kissed me hard and passionately. He pushed my legs back, which tilted my ass up to him. He pushed his still erect cock into my wet hole. I wrapped my arms and legs around him. He fucked me hard and fast in the missionary position. He sucked my neck and gave me a hickey. His hairy belly rubbed against the bottom of my dick. I was moaning and whimpering while Gordie grunted and groaned.

"You feel so good, baby," he whispered.

"You're so big, Gordie," I whimpered.

Gordie kept hitting my prostate and rubbing my dick with his belly. I grabbed at Grodie's back, trying to pull him into me. I felt it building up. I couldn't believe it. Gordie was going to make me come.

"Don't stop, Gord, I'm gonna come."

The contractions of my ass muscles as I pulsed warm juice between us did him in. He thrust harder and groaned loudly. "Oh, baby, oh, fuck!"

He looked into my eyes and his face contorted with pleasure.

"Shoot inside me, Gordie," I whispered.

He cried out and thrust hard into me one final time as his cock pulsed repeatedly as it shot hot come into my rectum. When Gordie collapsed on top of me and tenderly kissed my neck and my lips, I knew I had fallen in love with him. 

*** 

I let Gordie Thomas fuck me whenever he wanted. We did it on the couch in the basement rec room. He bent me over the pool table and fucked my ass. We fucked in my bed. In his bed. We even fucked in his truck. When he wanted a blowjob instead, I gave him that. No one suspected anything as far as I knew. They just thought we were best friends. Only I knew that I was totally in love with him.

Gordie went out of town with his parents for winter vacation. I missed him terribly, but I tried not to let him know. During the Christmas break, I went to a sports bar with Dad on one occasion when Mom was out with her friends. We ate wings and watched the Lions on the big screen TV. At the table next to us were four loud guys. Big guys. Big hairy guys. I couldn't take my eyes off them. One of them caught me looking twice. The second time he smiled and winked at me and I blushed and forced myself to look away.

I realized then that was what turned me on. I didn't know if it was because I was so attracted to Gordie, or if I was just attracted to that type of guy. That night when I went to my room, I went to the Internet and did some searching and discovered that the guys were described as bears and cubs. I guess Gordie was a bear and I was a twink. I didn't much care for that description for myself.

When Gordie came home from vacation, he called me and said he needed to see me. He picked me up and we grabbed a late lunch, then headed back to his place. His brother was home for the holidays, so we couldn't go up to his room or risk the rec room. We were in the back yard and Gordie was having a smoke out of frustration. I could see his big hard dick outlined in his jeans and I wanted it.

He stomped out his smoke in the snow.

"Come on," he said and led me back to the shed. He looked around real quick and we snuck inside. The shed was pretty big. It held the snowblower and the lawnmower, plus had a large wooden work bench. There were tools everywhere. Gordie pulled off his winter coat and laid it on the bench. He backed me up against the workbench and began kissing me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed back. His hands moved to my belt and he undid my belt buckle and unzipped my jeans. He pulled off my shoes and pulled off my jeans and underwear.

"It's cold," I said as I shivered.

"I'll warm you up, baby."

He picked me up and sat me down on the work bench. It was tall enough that were were now the same height. He kissed my lips and sucked my neck. I reached down and unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. I reached into his boxer shorts and wrapped my hand around his rock hard shaft. I slid the foreskin back and forth over the head.

Gordie reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a tube of lube. As we made out, he lubed up my ass and fingered me with one, then two, then three fingers. After slicking up his dick, he positioned it and pushed into me. I whimpered and wrapped my legs around his waist. Gordie pulled out until the crown of his head was about to pop out, then pushed back in with a groan.

"Fuck me, Gordie," I begged.

"Yeah, I'm gonna fuck the come out of you, Clark."

Gordie sucked the base of my neck as he pounded my ass hard and fast.

"Oh god, Gord, oh yes, don't stop," I panted.

When Gordie dropped his forehead onto mine and locked his eyes onto mine, I came hard. Gordie thrust into me one last time and unloaded into my ass. I looked into Gordie's eyes and I knew he felt the same as I did. I wanted to tell him that I loved him, but I was afraid.

After we caught our breath, the cold started climbing up my legs and I started shivering. Gordie helped me down off the bench and I put my underwear and jeans back on. Before we walked out of the shed, he came up behind me and wrapped his beefy arms around me.

"I missed you so much, Clark," he whispered in my ear.

"I missed you too, Gord."

*** 

After spring break, our school had a spring dance. Gordie said he wanted to go and was going to ask this girl Carla. He told me that he'd come get me after the dance and we'd go out and grab a bite to eat. I waited for him, but he never came. 

When I saw him in school Monday morning, he was was at his locker and Carla had her back against it and he was kissing her. I turned away before he could see me and I hurried into the bathroom and locked myself into a stall. I sat there and cried like a baby. I sat with Gordie in 5th period government. He could tell something was wrong, but didn't press. 

I spent the night at his house that Saturday and he fucked me in the bed down in the basement. Laying underneath him having just had another mind-blowing orgasm, I forgot all about Carla. 

He was supposed to stay the night at my house the next Saturday, but he canceled.

That next Monday, we went out after school and got pizza. He told me that Carla gave him a blowjob on Saturday night. He was so proud of himself. I was horrified and jealous and hurt. He saw the look on my face and didn't realize what I was feeling and said, "Don't worry, she's nowhere near as good as you are" and laughed.

I started crying and he apologized over and over. He held me for a while, but then had to take me home so I wouldn't be late for my curfew. He gave me a gentle kiss and said he was sorry again before I got out of the truck. 

I spent the night with him the next Saturday. We had a good time and it was just like before. By the time we got into the bed in the basement that night, I was aching for him.

Gordie moved on top of me. We kissed and made out and he was so passionate. I could feel his hard cock pushing between my legs. I guess I was used to getting it regularly from him, but we hadn't had sex in over a week and I was desperate for him.

"Fuck me, Gordie," I whispered. "Please."

Gordie got the tube of lube and stretched me open with his fingers. He pushed my legs back and bent them over his elbows. I moaned when the head of his thick uncut cock pushed into me. It hurt for a few seconds, but he pain quickly faded as he slid in to the root.

"Oh god, Clark," he groaned.

I laid under him, rubbing his hairy chest and belly. When he finally started to move, I whimpered and push back against him. He was fucking me hard and fast and I wasn't going to last long and neither was he.

"Gord, please don't stop... I'm gonna come."

I bit my lip and arched my back and spurt my load all over my chest and stomach. Gordie was looking down at my dick watching it jerk and spurt. With a long groan, he pushed into me and came.

He unlocked my legs and I moved them behind his butt as he lowered himself on top of me. He was panting as he stared into my eyes. His cock hadn't softened and his hips began moving again, slowly screwing and pushing in and out.

I reached up and raked my fingers over his beard as I looked into his eyes while he slowly thrust in and out of my ass. I wanted to tell him that I loved him. Maybe he would see it in my eyes. I saw something in his eyes as he looked down at me. Tears of joy welled up in my own eyes. Then Gordie closed his eyes and turned his head away.

He took a deep breath and lowered himself onto me. He clamped his mouth on the base of my neck at my shoulder and began licking and sucking. His hips were slamming into me hard and fast now. I wrapped my arms around his back and shoulders and whimpered softly as he took me.

Gordie was pounding into me hard when he suddenly pulled up onto his hands. "Oh fuck! I'm gonna fucking shoot!"

Gordie's thrusting became erratic and jerky and with a grunt, he started to climax. When I felt his cock throb and then pulse, I lost it.

"Gord!" I cried out in stifled moan.

We laid together for a while trying to recover, then we went to the sink to wash up. I was standing at the sink running a washcloth through the warm water. I wrung it out and wiped my chest and stomach down.

Gordie came up behind me and put his arms around me. He kissed my shoulders and the back of my neck.

I could feel Gordie's sperm leaking out of me and dripping down my leg.

"God, you shoot a lot," I said as I swiped up my leg and my butt crack.

Gordie laid his forehead on my shoulder and started laughing. I rinsed out the washcloth, then turned around and wiped him down. I made sure his cock was nice and clean all over, then pulled the foreskin forward. He leaned down and gave me a tender kiss, then took me to bed.

In the morning, I woke up with Gordie spooned behind my back. I could hear him snoring softly and I loved the feel of his hairy chest and belly against my back. His beefy arm was draped over me, resting his hand between my chest and stomach. His cock was hard and pushing into me. I squirmed a bit and pushed back against him as I lightly rubbed his arm.

Gordie's breathing changed and I felt his arms tighten around me. "Good morning," he growled into my ear.

"Good morning."

Gordie pushed me onto my stomach and moved on top of me, pushing my legs apart with his thighs. His arms moved around me and I brought my hands under my chest to clasp at his arms. He kissed my shoulder and neck, then licked my ear. "I wanna fuck you, Clark," he whispered into my ear.

I shuddered underneath him and he took that as a yes. He reached over and grabbed the lube and smeared it around my hole, then pushed it into me. He pulled back and grabbed my hips and pulled me up onto my hands and knees. I looked back and watched him lube up his cock and then line it up with my ass.

He slid in all the way in one smooth push. I let out a ragged breath and pushed back against him. He grabbed my hips and pounded me doggy style. After almost ten minutes of intense fucking, he lowered himself onto my back and his hand reached around and grabbed a hold of my dick.

"Come for me, baby."

He squeezed my dick, then slid his hand up and down and I cried out his name as I spurt my load all over the sheets. I was quivering, barely able to hold myself up on all fours as he grabbed my hips and continued his assault on my ass.

"Here it comes, Clark," he grunted. His cock jerked and pulsed into me, firing jets of come deep into my guts.

When his grip on me loosened, I slumped forward onto the bed. Gordie flopped onto his back next to me and we laid there trying to catch our breath. 

"That was so good, Gord," I panted. "You always make me come so hard."

I blushed and smiled at him.

"You're the best, Clark." 

I moved over and laid my head on his chest. I felt Gordie tense up.

"I gotta tell you something, Clark," he said. His voice was nervous. I lifted my head up and looked at him.

"Okay," I said.

From the look on his face I could tell that I wasn't going to like what he had to say.

"I asked Carla to be my girlfriend. We, uh, started having sex and it's not right for me to cheat on her with you, so we gotta stop."

I was stunned. I was devastated.

Tears rolled down my cheeks. "Cheat on her? You were mine first! You're cheating on me!"

I rolled over and turned away from him and sobbed.

"What was last night and this morning?" I was finally able to ask.

"I'm sorry, Clark. Please understand. Please don't cry." 

Gordie put his hand on my shoulder. I had to get out of there. I got up and got dressed. Tears streamed down my face.

"I loved you, Gordie. I do love you, Gordie." 

"I know, Clark. I'm so sorry," he said.

I could see the tears in his eyes and that made it worse. I could see in his face how he felt about me, but I guess he was too scared.

I grabbed my backpack and ran up the stairs and out the door. As I walked home, I could feel Gordie's come leaking out of my ass and into my shorts. I'm sure I looked a mess. It took me over 30 minutes to get home. I locked myself into my room and laid down and cried. 

*** 

Monday in government, Gordie sat down next to me before class started and wrote on a piece of paper "I'm sorry". After class, he pulled me aside. He said he wanted us to be friends. I was still his best friend, he said. I agreed to go to a party with him on Saturday.

When Gordie pulled up on Saturday, I was annoyed that Carla was in the truck with him. She was sitting in the middle of the seat next to Gordie, her arms linked around his. I put on a fake smile and climbed in. At the party it hurt to see her all over him, kissing him and rubbing his body. And the way she looked at me while she did it... She knew. I don't think she knew about us having sex, but she knew how I felt about him. She knew I was in love with him.

Gordie had been drinking and that always makes him warm. He pulled off his shirt and was wearing an old threadbare white tank top underneath it. He had shaved all of his chest hair off. I asked what happened and he said Carla didn't like it and told him to shave it. He shrugged and gave me a half-smile. It upset me greatly. His chest hair was beautiful. Why would he do something like that just to please her? How could she not accept him for the way he was?

When we finally left, Carla drove because Gordie was too drunk. We crowded into the bench seat of Gordie's truck. By the time she dropped me off, Gordie was either asleep or passed out. She rolled down the driver's window as I got out and quietly hissed, "Keep away from Gordie, faggot... or I'll tell him and everyone else that you're in love with him." 




Clark's Story Ch. 01



I stood in the driveway mouth agape as she backed out and sped off. 

It didn't matter, because Gordie spent more time with her and none with me. I saw him in class and that was it. We got into a fight shortly after that. I told him that Carla didn't like me and he accused me of being jealous. I didn't lie.

"Yes, I'm jealous. How could I not be? She stole my boyfriend. But that doesn't have anything to do with it."

"Bullshit. You're trying to sabotage my relationship with Carla. And I wasn't your boyfriend. I was just fucking around with you."

"Gord, you know that's not true. I hope you're using protection with her. If she gets pregnant, it'll ruin your life." 

"We use condoms, not that it's any of your fucking business."

After that, Gordie pretty much avoided me. We still sat together in class and made small talk. He'd say 'hey, Clark' in the hallways, but beyond that there was nothing. I was absolutely devastated, but there wasn't anything I could do about it. Gordie made his choice and it wasn't me. I just put on a fake smile and got through my classes.

It was a couple of weeks later that Dad came into my room and sat down on the bed with me.

"Are you okay, son?"

"I'm fine," I said with a fake smile.

"You don't seem fine. You haven't been spending time with Gordon lately. Did you two get into a fight?"

"He has a girlfriend now, Dad," I said and my voice cracked. "He doesn't want... He doesn't have time for me anymore."

My shoulders started to shake and I couldn't hold it in. I started to bawl and Dad put his arm around my shoulder and held me as I cried.

"I'm sorry, son," Dad whispered as he comforted me. I don't know if he knew that I was in love with my best friend, but he knew how hurt I was by the rejection. I wrapped my arms around him and clung to him tightly and sobbed onto his chest.

*** 

At graduation, I got the courage to walk up and congratulate Gord. He surprised me by hugging me tight. I closed my eyes and inhaled his scent and for that second, I pretended that he loved me as much as I loved him. I heard he got a football scholarship to Central Michigan and I congratulated him and wished him good luck. He congratulated me on my academic scholarship to Western. We didn't get a chance to say much else, because Carla pushed me out of the way and dragged him off. He looked back at me one last time and I smiled back at him. 

Over the summer, I worked at my Dad's hardware and tractor parts supply. He paid me minimum wage to work the register, and it would help to have some extra spending money when I started school in the fall. I was working my last week before I left for school in August when Gordie came in and walked up to the counter. 

"Hey, Clark. Your mom said you were working here." 

"Hi, Gordie." 

"I missed you all summer." 

I shrugged. "I've been busy." 

"Me too." 

"I had to see you before I left for school. Can you grab a bite tonight?" 

I shrugged and nodded. 

Gordie picked me up that evening and we went out and grabbed a pizza. Afterward, he drove me home and we went out and sat on the back deck. He lit up a smoke and told me that he and Carla broke up a couple weeks ago. She was heading to Ferris and didn't want to date long distance. He didn't seem too upset. 

"I've been trying to break up with her for a couple months anyway. So, have you been seeing anyone?" he asked. 

"What? No, of course not." 

"Well, I thought maybe--" 

"No." 

"I didn't mean to hurt you, Clark, or turn you away. I'm so sorry for that. It's just... I needed to know... Shit. I don't know..." 

"It's okay, Gordie. You don't have to explain."

My eyes started to tear up. I didn't want to talk about it or I would start crying.

Gordie sighed. "Listen. I better get going. I gotta finish packing before I head out. I've got football camp." 

"Okay, Gordie. Take care of yourself and good luck."

"You too. Be careful, Clark. Don't let anyone take advantage of you. You can be too nice and trusting sometimes."

We both chuckled lightly. Then Gordie pulled me to him and hugged me tight, wrapping his big arms around me and surrounding me with his beefy body. I wrapped my arms around his back and laid my head on his chest. The one that used to be comforting and furry. I couldn't help myself; a couple of tears slipped out and slid down my face. 

"I did love you, Clark," he whispered. "I want you to know that." 

"I know you did, Gord." 

Gordie bent down and gently kissed me on the lips. I walked Gordie through the house and to his truck. He got in and started it and rolled down the window. 

"Goodbye, Clark." 

"Bye."

I waved to him as he pulled out of the driveway to begin his new life.

"Goodbye, Gordie."



Clark's Story Ch. 02



Ch. 2: College Boy

I had a hard time adjusting to college. My roommate had other friends and I didn't click with anyone in the dorm or in my classes. It was about three weeks in when I broke down. I called Gordie on his cell phone and I broke down and cried. I told him how much I missed home, my parents... and him. I told him how awful it was, how I didn't know anyone, how I didn't like my business classes. He listened to me and let me cry and comforted me and told me to hang in there. "Next time I see you, I'll give ya a big hug," he had said. After hanging up the phone, I did feel better.

I pulled out a small box I had hidden away in my desk and opened it. I had several pictures of Gordie and a few of Gordie and me together. My favorite was one that was taken by my friend on yearbook at the homecoming bonfire. I also had the homecoming flier that had the football team picture on it with his name listed below, as well as a few small mementos from things we had done together. I looked through the pictures and then closed the box and hid it in the back of my desk drawer.

A month later on a Saturday night, I went downstairs to the rec room. There were some guys playing pool, but no one was watching the TV. I turned it to a 'Battlestar Galactica' marathon. Yeah, it was really nerdy, but at this point I didn't care anymore what people thought of me.

I was so into the show, I barely noticed when another guy joined me on the couch. During a commercial break, he spoke up. "This episode is awesome, isn't it?"

"Yeah," I said and looked over at him.

He was an attractive guy, tall and skinny. Dark brown hair and brown eyes. He was dressed in a black t-shirt and worn jeans. His forearms were furry with dark brown hair.

"I'm Ben, by the way."

"I'm Clark."

And that's how I met Ben. He was a nice guy. We hit it off right away. We liked the same TV shows and movies. One night after eating pizza in his dorm room, we came out to each other. His high school boyfriend was going to Michigan State and they were dating long distance. He showed me a picture of the two of them. Ben's boyfriend was a tall and muscular black guy. I told Ben that he was very handsome and they made an attractive couple.

I told him about Gordie and what happened between us and he sympathized with me. I later showed him a picture of Gord, where he was sitting on the back of his pickup truck. He was wearing jeans and cowboy boots as usual and he was smoking a cigarette. Ben made a joke that now that he knew what I liked, he was going to find me another 'redneck bear' for a boyfriend.

Things weren't so bad after that. I found it very liberating that I could be myself around Ben and we could talk about anything, even boys. I relied on Ben's friendship to get me through the school year and we made plans to be roommates our second year.

Over the summer, Dad made me work for him again. Dad owned an ag supply company. We sold and serviced tractors and small farm equipment, but it was also hardware and parts retail store. Dad had me work the register in the store.

I did get a chance to spend a weekend with Ben in Grand Rapids and I met his boyfriend, Ty. He was a really nice guy and they did make a great couple. Ty was attentive and affectionate towards Ben. He always had his arm around Ben and Ben's smile and eyes lit up the room when Ty was around. I admit that I was more than a little bit envious of what they had together.

I only saw Gordie twice over the summer. He was really busy working for his dad's landscape company and he was doing this football camp thing with kids. On both occasions we met for dinner. We were friendly and made small talk and caught up. We told stories about school and classes. He had made new friends on the football team and I told him about Ben.

I noticed that he kept his distance from me, both physically and emotionally. I was still very much in love with him and I was still very much attracted to him. All he had to do was ask. I would have done anything he wanted. I'm sure he realized this and that was why he was holding back. I guess he did not feel the same way about me. I guess that was what finally allowed me to move on.

***

My second year of college started out great. I was rooming with Ben and we both got along very well. My classes were better this year, though I wasn't crazy about accounting.

I went to a Halloween party with Ben and he introduced me to a guy he knew, Donnie. Donnie was a big guy, just like I liked. He had a shaved head and his beard was a couple of days outgrown. He was kind of goofy looking and not very attractive, but the fact that he was wearing a fireman's costume and I was on my second cup of beer allowed me to overlook that.

After both of us had another beer, we were back in my dorm room and on my bed. Donnie pulled me to him and kissed me hard. His kisses were wet and sloppy. It wasn't long before he unzipped his pants and pulled his hard dick out. He pushed the back of my head down to his crotch. He had a very respectable circumcised dick. It wasn't as big and nice as Gordie's, but I wasn't complaining. It seemed like I had just taken him into my mouth and started sucking and bobbing when he grabbed my head and came in my mouth. It was over in less than two minutes.

He didn't seem interested in reciprocating and he zipped up his pants and stood up. He thanked me and said it was great and asked for my phone number. I gave him my cell number. I figured I'd give him another shot when he wasn't drunk. Maybe it would be better then. It didn't matter. He never called me back.

***

After working another summer with Dad, I returned to school for my junior year. Ben and I moved into one of the nicer dorms on campus. The rooms were slightly bigger here and we were closer to our classes.

I met Bart Bronson the first week in my business management class, which was my last class of the day on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. The prof divided us into groups for projects and discussions. Bart chose himself as the team leader of our group of five. We went around the group and introduced ourselves. Bart said he was a junior, and one of the girls in the group asked how old he was and he said he was 28. He joined the Army when he graduated high school and was in for eight years and even served multiple tours in Iraq. We were all impressed and he took charge of the group right away.

Bart was tall with a muscular build. He had a ruggedly handsome face. He had dark brown hair cut in a high and tight military style. He had a full, but neatly trimmed goatee and moustache, and also a couple days growth on the rest of his beard. He had a gruff demeanor and his voice was deep and gravelly. He had on a black short sleeved button-down shirt over a white v-neck t-shirt, tight blue jeans and black boots. The v-neck of his t-shirt exposed a chest covered in thick dark brown hair. I quickly looked away when he caught me checking him out.

While both of the girls in our group openly flirted with him, he all but ignored them. I caught him staring at me with a smug smirk on more than one occasion. My leg fidgeted nervously. He obviously figured out I was gay and I was sure he was going to make my life hell.

After class, we went to the library because he wanted to go over how we were going to split up the first project. He divided the work pretty evenly and fairly.

"Clark will help me compile everything into one submission," Bart said. "Okay, that's it. See you all on Wednesday."

We all packed up our notebooks and got up to leave.

"Clark, I need you to stay behind," he said. Everyone else got up and left as I stood waiting for Bart. My heart was pounding and my mouth was dry.

"Let's go," he said. I followed him out of the library and we quietly walked to a parking lot to a black GMC Yukon SUV.

"Get in" was his command.

We drove to a pub off campus and I followed him in and we sat in a booth and he ordered two beers. I was surprised that the waitress didn't ask for my ID. He slid one of the glasses to me and took a big drink. I nervously sipped mine as he watched me.

"I make you nervous, boy?" he asked.

I nodded.

"I'm not gonna do anything you don't want me to do. Relax. Drink your beer."

After we drank our beers, we walked back out to the car. He opened the passenger door for me. Before I could climb in, he moved in close. He rested his left hand on the top of the car and his right on top the door. He leaned in closer.

"You got two choices, boy. I can take you back to your dorm, or I can take you to my apartment."

My knees weakened and my pulse quickened. I couldn't believe this big hunky stud wanted me.

"I... I don't want to go back to the dorm yet," I whispered.

"You understand what that means? No backing out. And make no mistake, I will be fucking your ass tonight. And I won't be gentle."

I swallowed and nodded and got into the SUV.

"Good boy," he said.

We drove to Bart's apartment. It was a nice two bedroom apartment not far from campus. I was surprised at now sophisticated it was decorated. It was uncluttered and masculine and clean. I followed him into the kitchen and he threw a couple of steaks on the broiler. He had me toss a pre-bagged salad into a bowl and steam some vegetables in the microwave. He opened a bottle of red wine and poured us both a glass. We sat down and ate at his dining room table. While we ate, we talked about family. He had an older sister, but both of his parents were dead. I wondered if that was how he was able to afford his nice truck and apartment, but I didn't ask. We talked a little bit about his time in the Army, but I could tell he became uncomfortable when Iraq came up, so we changed the subject. As we ate dinner and talked, I became less nervous and more relaxed.

After we finished eating, I thanked him for dinner and he smiled and asked me to put the dishes into the dishwasher. I rinsed the plates and put everything into the dishwasher. I used the bathroom and then joined him in the living room.

He was sitting on the couch listening to the stereo, which was quietly playing soft jazz. He patted the space next to him and I sat down with him. He put his arm around me. He pulled my glasses off and set them down on the coffee table.

"You're much cuter without these glasses," he noted. "You should think about getting contacts."

Bart put his hand on the back of my head and leaned in and kissed me hard. I opened my mouth to him and accepted his tongue. Bart was a great kisser, almost as good as Gordie. He pinched my nipple hard and I grunted in pain. He broke the kiss and said, "I'll give you one last chance to back out, boy."

"I want to stay," I whispered.

He stood and pulled me up off the sofa by the hand and led me to his bedroom. He practically tore my clothes off. He used his finger to pull my 4.5" dick away from my stomach. When he let go, it snapped back up and he chuckled. "Good thing I'm not a size queen."

I blushed beet red in humiliation. Bart pushed me back onto the bed and slowly stripped his clothes off. He was huge everywhere. His arms and legs, his chest. His hard chest and stomach were covered in thick hair. He had a large tattoo depicting an eagle with an American flag covering his right upper arm. His nearly 6" erect cock stood up at a 45-degree angle and curved upwards and was an average thickness. He was uncircumcised and his foreskin was retracted behind a big mushroom head. I thought it would have been bigger, but it was nice.

"Come here, boy," he growled. "On your knees, cocksucker."

My face burned at his language, but I obeyed. I got on my knees in front of him and I looked up to his face. He grabbed a hold of his cock and smacked my face with it.

"Suck it, boy."

I grabbed the base of his cock. Bart slapped my hand away.

"I said suck, bitch! If I wanted a hand job, I'd have asked for one."

I put my hands on his thighs and leaned forward and took him into my mouth. I started sucking and bobbing up and down on his cock.

"Yeah, take that cock, boy," he grunted. "Take it into your throat."

Bart grabbed the sides of my head and pushed deeper into my mouth. I choked and gagged and he backed off. He thrust back into my mouth until my nose was buried in his bush. He held my head and fucked my mouth. I closed my eyes and let him use me.

"Get it good and wet, 'cause I'm gonna fuck your hot little ass."

Bart pulled me up and directed me onto the bed onto my hands and knees. He had lube and condoms on the nightstand. He rolled on a condom and squirted lube on it and used his hand to slick it up and down. He poured lube into my ass crack and knelt behind me and lined up the head of his dick against my hole.

"Bart, it's been a long time. Go slow."

"Shut the fuck up, cunt," he said as he smacked my ass hard. "I'm gonna make you my bitch."

Bart thrust hard into me all the way to the hilt. I cried out in pain. I cramped up at the intense burning and pain.

"Bart, it hurts so bad," I cried. "Please stop, please."

"Stop with that fucking crying and take it like a man!"

Bart slapped my ass again. He held still inside my ass until my crying turned to whimpers. He grabbed my hips and started moving in and out of me, quickly building up speed and intensity.

"Take my cock! Whose bitch are you? Who does this hole belong to?"

"You, Bart," I grunted. "It's... yours..."

He grunted and groaned and used me for his pleasure.

"I'm gonna come, boy! Here it comes! Yeah, you little fucker! Take my come!"

Bart howled and thrust into me hard and blasted his load into the condom. I whimpered in pain as he pulled out of me. I collapsed onto the bed and rolled over onto my stomach. Bart emptied the condom onto my semi-erect cock.

"Get yourself off," he commanded.

I reached down began stroking my dick, using Bart's come as lube. I came hard after a couple of minutes. Bart pulled me out of the bed and I followed him to the bathroom. He turned on the shower and I stepped in. He pulled a condom out of the vanity drawer and ripped the package open, then stepped in the shower with me. We soaped each other up and rinsed off. His cock stiffened as I washed him.

He rolled the condom on and pushed me against the back wall. He reached down to my ass and lifted me up. He bent slightly and pushed into me. He held me pinned against the wall and fucked me slow and steady while he sucked on my neck. In this position, I got more stimulation against my dick and prostate and before too long, I pushed my hand between us and grabbed myself and immediately cried out and came. He fucked me harder and then finally shot into the condom.

Bart took me to his bed and he laid on his back and pulled me to him. I laid down with my head on his chest. He softly kissed me and rubbed my back and shoulders tenderly and gently. I gently rubbed the hair on his chest and stomach. I know I shouldn't compare him to Gordie, but I couldn't help it. Bart's chest and stomach were hard with muscle. It looked good, but wasn't nearly as nice to cuddle with as Gordie's softer body.

"You're a good boy, Clark," Bart whispered. "You're my boy now."

Bart's hand moved down to my butt and he ran his finger across my slick hole. "This belongs to me."

We laid together for a while until I started to fall asleep.

"Roll over," he grunted as he pushed me off him. He turned over onto his side with his back away from me. I turned my back to him and curled up into a ball and wondered why he didn't want to cuddle with me as I fell asleep.

***

Bart and I began officially dating after that night. When I walked into class on Wednesday with Bart I could tell the others in our group were staring at me. I'm sure they saw the hickeys on my neck, plus the way Bart practically guarded over me, it was pretty obvious what was happening between us.

I discovered quickly that Bart was a very jealous and controlling person. If I even talked to another guy, he would get pissed. He'd yell at me, saying that I was disrespectful, or he'd call me a slut. Sometimes he'd take it out on my ass by smacking it while being extra rough in bed.

Ben was happy that I found someone at first, but after a few weeks, he started to experience the brunt of Bart's jealous ranting.

By winter break, Ben was begging me to dump Bart. He said Bart was mean and controlling and treated me badly. Ben and Bart got into a fight right before the break. Ben had enough of Bart's attitude and Bart thought that Ben was trying to steal me away from him. After a bunch of yelling and pushing, Bart decked Ben and knocked him to the floor. I had to physically pull Bart away from Ben.

After that, things weren't the same between Ben and I. He was upset with me because I didn't break up with Bart, especially after Bart punched him. He said I would regret choosing Bart over him one day. After winter break, I spent a lot more time with Bart and less and less time with Ben.

On Christmas Eve, I was having a quiet dinner with my parents. Mom and Dad asked about school, about my classes and friends. I took a deep breath and told them I had met someone and that we'd been dating for a couple of months. "His name is Bart," I said before adding in a whisper, "I'm gay." I hung my head down and waited for the crying or yelling to start.

"We know, honey," Mom said quietly.

"It's okay, son," Dad said.

"It is?" I said. My eyes filled with tears.

"We've known a long time," Mom said. "But when we saw you and Gordon asleep in your bed... naked... well, I guess we knew for sure."

Mom and Dad both smiled and laughed a little bit.

"Oh, my god," I groaned and blushed red with embarrassment.

"He was spooned up behind you and holding you like you were precious to him. It was actually very sweet."

I winced.

Dad cleared his throat. "When you two... split up... You were so hurt, Clark, I wanted to tell you then that I knew, but I don't think you were ready to tell us. It broke my heart to see you crying so hard."

"You held me."

"Of course. You're still my little boy, and you were hurting."

Dad's eyes turned glassy as he remembered that night.

A tear slipped down my cheek. "I loved Gordie so much. It hurt when he didn't want me anymore."

"You still love him." Mom stated more than asked.

I nodded and cleared my throat and wiped away the tears.

"So, tell us about this Bart," Dad said.

***

In March, Bart asked me to move in with him when winter semester ended in April. I agreed and decided to take a class in spring session.

We spent a few days at my parents' home in between the winter and spring semesters. When they got me alone, they told me that Bart wasn't right for me, he was too old for me. Dad didn't like his attitude. They were adamant about me not moving in with him. 

By the second day, the tension was unbearable. Bart and I were in the living room sitting on the couch watching a Tigers baseball game with Dad.

Bart stroked the back of my neck. "Get me another beer."

I stood up and Bart patted my ass. Dad bristled and tensed up.

"He's not your slave," Dad growled to Bart. "Get it yourself."

"Clark is more than happy service me. And I mean that in every sense of the word. Isn't that right, boy?"

My mouth fell open in shock. Dad stood up. His face turned beet red and he balled his hands into fists.

"Get the fuck out of my house," Dad growled.

"Clark," Bart said as he calmly stood. "Get the bags. We're leaving."

"Clark, you're not going anywhere," Dad said.

"It's your choice, Clark," Bart said. "You won't get a second chance this time."

Bart walked and headed upstairs.

"I'm sorry, Dad," I said, standing to follow Bart.

"Clark, you're making a mistake, son. You walk out of this house with that man, you'll regret it."

"I love him, Dad."




Clark's Story Ch. 02



I got my bag and got into the truck with Bart. As Bart backed out of the driveway, I was crying.

"Don't start with that fucking crying shit," he growled. "You hear me? Act like a man."

I wiped my face and sniffled and tried to 'man up'.

"Fucking cry baby," he muttered.

I turned my head and looked out the window as we drove away from home.

***

I returned to school with Bart. It was nice living with Bart most of the time. The rent he charged me was really cheap. To make up for it, I did most of the chores: the laundry, cooking, cleaning.

Since we were now living together, we had sex a lot more often, almost every night. He was usually very rough and in charge, but sometimes, he would show me such love and tenderness. Those were the moments I craved.

After I left home, Dad and Mom called me repeatedly and I ignored their calls. They would leave voice mails for me to leave Bart or beg me call them. Dad continued to pay for school and send me checks, but the phone calls eventually stopped.

I got a birthday card from them in July. It had a check in it and they wrote "We miss you. We love you. Mom + Dad" I locked myself in the bathroom and held the card to my chest and bawled. Later that afternoon, Bart saw the card. He looked at me and knew I was upset. He held me and kissed me tenderly.

Bart stroked my face and gently kissed my cheeks, nose and lips. "I love you, Clark. You know that, right?"

That was the first time he told me he loved me.

"I love you, too, Bart."

He took me out for a nice dinner. When we got home, he gave me my birthday gift: a very nice watch. I knew it was expensive. I thanked him and kissed him and he took me to the bedroom.

Bart started out on top of me, slow and gentle, and when I was so aroused I was about to burst, he pulled out of me and flipped me over on to my stomach. He grabbed my hips and pulled me up to my hands and knees. He gripped my hips tightly and pounded me relentlessly. I whimpered as he grunted and growled obscenities. The head of his cock jabbed repeated against my prostate and I finally had to grab my dick and come. My back arched and I threw my head back and cried out his name as I spurt onto the sheets below me. By the time Bart pushed into me and came, my arms were so wobbly I was on the verge of collapsing.

Bart finally collapsed onto my back and pushed me flat onto the bed, grinding me into the wet sheets.

"Good boy" he whispered into my ear as we were overcome with sleep.

***

That next spring, Bart and I went on vacation for spring break. He took me to New York City. The first night in the hotel was amazing. The room was very nice, with a big soft bed. The bathroom was like a spa with a huge tub and tiled shower.

We went out to a nice dinner and then returned to the hotel. Bart and I kissed and made out while we stripped each others' clothes off.

Bart stroked my face and gently kissed my cheeks, nose and lips. "I love you, boy."

"I love you, Bart."

Bart pulled a bottle of lube and some condoms out of his bag. He laid me down onto the bed and climbed on top of me. He kissed me passionately. He rolled the condom onto his cock and lubed both my hole and his cock. He slowly pushed into me and held it so I could get used to it.

When he started moving, it was slow and steady with strong hard thrusts. My legs were wrapped around his waist and I tightened them and gripped his shoulders.

"Oh god, Bart, yes," I moaned.

"Yeah, boy, you love that cock, don't you?"

"Yeah, Bart, it feels so good."

Bart and I made slow, passionate love. I reached between our bodies and stroked myself. He held back until I came. Bart soon after unloaded into the condom and collapsed on top of me. He led me by the hand to the bathroom and we relaxed in a warm bath. I sat between his legs with my back against his chest. He was being so nice and so sweet and I felt content and happy. I relaxed back into him and fell asleep for a few minutes while he held me.

We spent the next three days sightseeing. We hit most of the tourist areas. I was wide-eyed and amazed the whole time. We walked around in the gay neighborhoods holding hands. We were both having a really great time.

On Thursday, Bart took me to my first gay bar. He wore a white wife beater, leather pants and black boots. He had me put on a tight wife beater and a tight pair of jeans. The bar was not what I expected. It was dark and seedy and a little scary. Many of the guys there were wearing leather and they were all big and rough looking. I clung to Bart's side, though I didn't need to. He told me not to go off anywhere without him and he had his arm around my neck or shoulders most of the time. He got both of us drinks from the bar and we made our way to a back corner.

Bart took me to the dance floor and we danced very close, with Bart grinding into me and kissing me as we danced. After 20 minutes, he grabbed my hand and pulled me off the floor. He led me through the bar to a back room. It was dimly lit, but I could see that there were other guys in there. They were grunting, groaning, groping, kneeling, moving against each other. Someone brushed up against me and I grabbed onto Bart's arm.

He led me to a small table in the back corner and kissed me. When he started unbuckling my belt, I grabbed his hands and whispered "No, not here."

He grabbed my wrists and kissed me hard, pinning me against the wall. He turned me around and bent me over the table and pulled my pants down enough to expose my ass.

I looked back to see him pull a condom and a packet of lube out of his pockets. He tore open the lube and poured it into my crack. I tried to get up, but he pushed me back down. He held me down with his hand in the middle of my back while he unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out. It was hard and throbbing. He rolled the condom on and lubed it up. He kicked my legs apart and pushed me back down onto the table with his left hand as he guided his cock into me with his right.

He pushed in too fast and I cried out in pain. He held still for a few moments and then grabbed onto my shoulders and pounded in and out of me. I laid on the table and gripped the edge tightly and closed my eyes and whimpered, trying to relax and will the pain away.

Just when it was starting to feel good, I felt a presence near my head. I opened my eyes and a big guy in a leather pants wearing a leather harness on his bare chest moved in front of me. His jeans were unzipped and he was stroking a large cut cock. Bart grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back. The leather man moved closer and Bart pushed my head forward and the leather man's thick dick slid into my mouth. I put my hands on his thighs and tried to push him away, but he grabbed my head and held it in place. He fucked my mouth as Bart fucked my ass. I wanted him to finish quickly so I sucked and slurped on it and within a few minutes, he unloaded his seed into my mouth. He patted my head like a dog, then stepped back and buttoned up his jeans and left. Bart thrust into me one final time and with a loud grunt shot into the condom. He slowly pulled out of me and tied off the condom and dropped it onto the floor. He pulled me upright and hiked up my pants.

I turned around and grabbed onto him, wrapping my arms around his chest.

"I want to go, Bart," I cried. "I didn't want to do that. Please, let's just go back to the hotel."

"Stop fucking crying, boy. Don't be such a god damned pussy all the time."

I pulled myself together and buttoned up my jeans. Bart sighed and put his arm around my shoulders.

"I'm sorry for that, Clark," he said quietly. "I thought you'd be into it. Okay?"

I nodded. I was trembling as Bart led me to the bar and ordered us both another drink. By the time I finished the drink, I was much calmer. We stayed for a little while longer and then took a cab back to the hotel. I was exhausted and wanted to take a shower and go to bed. Bart and I went to the bathroom and got undressed to shower. While Bart warmed the water, I brushed my teeth.

Bart came up behind me and started kissing my neck and shoulders. I could feel his hard-on pressing into me. He pulled a condom out of his toilet kit and tore it open. I closed my eyes as he grabbed me and pulled me down onto my hands and knees onto the rug on the bathroom floor.

Bart was relentless. I whimpered and moaned from his pounding.

"So... fucking... tight...," he grunted.

It was uncomfortable on the floor and when he pulled out, I was relieved. He pulled me up to my feet and dragged me into the shower. He turned the shower head to the wall so that the water wasn't raining on us. He pushed me against the wall and entered me from behind. I closed my eyes and let him take me, hoping he would finish quickly.

He soon pulled out and turned me around and pushed me down to my knees. He pulled the condom off and furiously stroked his cock with his right hand. His left hand grabbed my hair and held my head in place. I watched as the first blast of ropey come flew out and splatter across my forehead and into my hair.

"Look at me!" he growled as he kept stroking.

I looked up at him as gripped my hair tighter. He let out a roar as he shot load after load of hot come onto my face. His cock finally softened and he held it in his hand panting. I closed my eyes and hung my head down in shame and exhaustion. Bart's left hand tightened its grip on my hair and I felt something warm running down my head. He jerked my head back and his dick was streaming clear warm piss onto my chest. I tried to move away, but he held me tight and pulled me closer.

"Take it!"

I violently shook my head 'no'. He aimed the stream onto my head again and I closed my eyes and mouth and tried to pull away again when I felt the warm smelly liquid hitting my face.

When Bart finished pissing he pulled me to my feet and switched places with me, then angled the shower head so that I was under the stream of water. Silent tears of humiliation fell down my cheeks as he washed my hair and scrubbed my body.

When we got out of the shower, Bart gently dried me off and I did the same for him. He led me to the bed and we cuddled up together, Bart spooned up against my back.

"You're such a good boy, my Clark," he whispered. "So obedient. I'm so lucky to have you."

I laid there as Bart gently stroked my chest. I was so exhausted, I couldn't keep my eyes open and I was asleep within seconds as Bart rolled over away from me.

***

A couple of weeks before graduation, Bart interviewed with a big corporation for a management job in Chicago. A week later, they offered him the job.

"We're moving to Chicago, baby!" he said.

He hugged me tight and picked me up off the floor and swung me around.

I kissed him and hugged him tight. "I'm so happy for you, Bart. I'm so proud of you."

Mom and Dad came down for our graduation. They were civil with Bart, but it was tense and uncomfortable. They invited us to dinner, but Bart declined to go.

We ate quietly and after dinner, I told them the news. Bart and I were moving to Chicago.

Mom started to weep. Dad shook his head.

"I thought you might come home and work with me, son," he said quietly.

"It's a really great opportunity for us," I said quietly.

Dad looked so disappointed and that hurt me more than anything. I couldn't bare to look him in the face.

***

Bart hired movers to move our things to our new home. Bart bought a condo townhouse downtown a couple of blocks from the El.

It took me a few weeks, but I found a job. It was just a junior accountant job at a medium sized business with an office downtown. I was more an assistant to the accountant, but it was work and I'd find something better after I got my CPA.

On Friday after my first week at work, I headed home tired. I had spent the day doing data entry and printing AP checks, plus my boss's coffee mug wasn't going to refill itself.

When I opened the door, a delicious smell surrounded me. I put down my messenger bag and kicked off my shoes. I found Bart in the kitchen.

"Hey you," I said. "This smells terrific."

"How was my boy's first week?"

"Tiring. How was your day?"

"It was good. I hired on a couple new guys, gave a killer presentation, wowed the bosses," he said with a chuckle.

"Oh, you didn't have to fetch coffee and lunch for them?" I joked.

Bart frowned. "Tell that fat fuck to piss off. You know I don't like that. You're there to be an accountant, not his office boy," he growled.

I shrugged and sighed.

Bart narrowed his eyes. "If he lays a hand on you or looks at you wrong, you tell me. You got that?"

"He's married and straight, Bart," I sighed.

"All right, all right," he said backing down. "Now come on. Dinner's ready. I want to celebrate."

"What are we celebrating?"

"Your new job, our new home, the beginning of our life together."

I got teary eyed and hugged Bart. I buried my face in his chest and sniffled.

"Don't start with all that crying shit," he whispered, his voice soft and calming. He kissed the top of my head and I knew it was okay for me to cry this time.

I wiped my face and we sat down in the dining room. He poured a glass of wine for each of us and raised his glass.

"To us," he said.

"To us."

We took a drink and he leaned in and kissed me.

"I love you, boy."

"I love you, Bart."

We toasted and drank to the beginning our lives together.



Clark's Story Ch. 03



Chapter 03: Homecoming

I dropped my boss's dry cleaning off and hopped on the 'L'. God, I was so happy to be getting off work early, and on a Monday at that. When my boss told me to take off early, I was shocked. I was not so shocked when he told me to drop his dry cleaning off on the way.

It's hard to believe that I've been working for him for two years. I still hadn't gotten my CPA. I don't know where the time went. I took the job for experience and to bring money in, but two years later, I was still there doing menial grunt work and going nowhere. Sometimes I felt like such a failure, but Bart would tell me that it was okay. I didn't need a stressful job like he had and he made plenty of money to take care of us.

In contrast, Bart was very successful at his job. In the two years he's been with the company, he's been promoted twice. He makes nearly four times the amount of money I do.

I sighed and got off the train and walked down the steps. It was cold and windy and I shivered and zipped my jacket up.

As I walked the two blocks home, I hoped that Bart could get off early or at least on time. I tried to call him, but got voice mail. I was tired of cooking... Maybe I could get him to take me out to dinner tonight. I looked at my watch and smiled. Bart got it for me a couple of years ago for my birthday. It was early enough that I could probably get a load or two of laundry done and put away before Bart got home. That will put him in a good mood.

I unlocked the door to the condo. I could hear music playing upstairs. I smiled. Bart was home early. I set my bag down and hurried upstairs. As I neared the bedroom, I froze in my tracks. The bed was thumping in a fast rhythm. Then Bart was grunting, "Take that cock, boy!"

He had promised me.

"Oh, yes, daddy!" an unknown voice cried out.

Oh, god, I might be sick right here in the hallway.

My chest felt constricted and I forced myself to move forward. I stepped into the bedroom and my boyfriend of four years was ramming his cock into a blond haired twink on his hands and knees doggy-style, his head thrashing back and forth in pleasure.

I was so angry and hurt I was shaking. "Bart."

They turned and looked at me. The twink gasped and pulled away from Bart and tried to cover up. "What the hell!"

"You're home early, baby," Bart said. He knelt there on the bed with his hands on his hips. His condom covered cock angled towards the ceiling. "Come join us."

I shook my head. I looked at the twink and said, "Get out."

The twink scrambled out of the bed and pulled his clothes on. "Look, I'm sorry," he apologized to me. "His profile said he was single."

The twink ran down the stairs and out the front door.

"Since you interrupted me," he said with a smirk. "I guess you'll have to finish the job. Come here."

"I hope you're kidding," I said. "You promised me, Bart. You said you'd never cheat on me again."

I caught him about a year ago... last September, I guess. I had cried and sobbed and told him how much he hurt me. He got pissed. God, he hates when I cry. But he had promised me then that it was the only time and that he'd never cheat on me again.

Bart pulled the condom off and tossed it onto the floor. He got up and walked over to me. "I'm sorry, baby. He hit on me and I wasn't able to resist."

"He said your profile said you were single. Stop lying. Be a man and admit it. How many others have there been?"

Bart got in my face. "You think I'm lying, boy? You calling me a liar?"

"I know you're lying. You say you love me, but you don't give a shit about me."

Bart's face got red and he raised his hand.

"Go ahead. You promised you'd never do that again either. But we both know what kind of man you are."

He had hit me once before. This past Super Bowl weekend. He and his buddy were watching the game drinking. Bart was bragging about my abilities in the bedroom and his buddy made a bet. If Bart's team lost, he'd get to have me. When Bart shook on it, I hit the roof. "No way!" I had said and stormed into the bedroom. He followed me and told me I'd keep my mouth shut and do whatever he told me. I told him to "fuck off" and he backhanded me across the face.

BAM!

I was brought out of my memory as his right fist connected with my face and I slammed back against the wall. I covered my left eye with my hand and tears finally fell from my eyes as I stared at him in shock. I pushed away from the wall and ran down the stairs.

"Come back here, boy! Don't you fucking walk away from me!"

"I'm leaving, Bart!"

I grabbed my keys and walked to the front door.

"Where're you gonna go, Clark? Huh? You don't have jack shit. You can't live off of that fucking dead end job of yours."

Bart scoffed. "Ha. You can't even fucking take care of yourself. I'm all you got. So, you better buck up and get your ass up those god damned stairs. Don't make me tell you again, boy!"

"Goodbye, Bart."

I turned around and left, closing the door behind me. I walked around the back to the parking area and climbed into my truck. Bart was right. I let him take care of me for the past four years. All I had to my name was this truck, a dark red Ford Explorer Sport Trac. Bart hated this truck. "Get a real pickup truck if that's what you want, not this faggy piece of shit" he had said. I started to laugh to myself, which then turned to sobs.

After I was able to compose myself, I started the truck and pulled out of the parking lot. I drove to the bank and took out a few hundred dollars. I had just over ten thousand dollars in my savings account. I guess that was one benefit of Bart taking care of me. My pittance of a salary didn't amount to anything to him and I was able to save a bit.

I pulled into a cheap motel and checked in at the desk. The old woman at the counter looked at me with concern. "Are you okay?" she asked. I nodded and took the key card and headed to my room.

I laid on the bed and wondered what to do next. I couldn't go back to Bart. I wouldn't. I can take a lot, but not cheating. And not hitting. I would blow through the money I had saved up in no time living on my own. I didn't know anyone else here. The only way I heard from my friend Ben was Facebook status updates and I don't blame him. I hadn't talked to my parents since Christmas, 6 months ago. They came down to Chicago to visit a couple of months after we moved here. Dad and Bart struggled to get along for my sake, but it was so awful they never came back and that was the last time I saw them in person, just about two years ago.

I curled up in the fetal position and sobbed uncontrollably. After I calmed myself down, I pulled my cell phone out of my bag. I had a voice mail from Bart: Come home now, Clark. We'll put all this behind us. We'll work it out.

I deleted the message and sat down on the bed. I took a deep breath. I scrolled through my contacts, then hit the call button.

"Hello?" her voice was soft and melodic.

"Mom?" I said, my voice quivering.

"Clark? Honey, is that you?"

"Mom...," I started bawling. I told her I walked in on Bart cheating on me and I left him. "I don't have anywhere to go. I don't know what to do. What do I do?" I wailed.

I could hear Mom crying. "Just come home, honey."

I heard Mom whispering to someone. Dad, I assume.

"Clark?" Dad came on the line.

"Hi, Dad," I sniffled.

"Pack your things and come home, son."

"But, Dad..."

"Check into a hotel and get some sleep tonight. In the morning, call work and turn in your notice, get what you can from the house, and then come home."

"Okay," I sniffled and wiped my nose on my sleeve.

"I love you, Clark. Your mother loves you. You're not alone. Everything will be okay."

"I love you, too. I'm sorry, Dad. I'm so sorry for--" my voice cracked and I couldn't continue.

"Don't worry about that. It's not important. Get some rest. We'll see you tomorrow night, okay?"

"Okay. Bye, Dad."

"Bye, son. See you tomorrow."

I hung up the phone and crawled under the blankets fully dressed. I curled up in a ball and fell asleep from exhaustion.

***

The next morning, I got up and went to the bathroom and I gasped when I saw myself in the mirror. My left eye was bruised and blackened.

I called my boss and resigned. He was pissed that I didn't give notice, but I told him it was a family emergency and I was leaving town. I called Bart's office to make sure he was at work. His secretary said he was in a meeting. I told her not to take a message or bother him with my call. I got in my truck and drove to the condo.

I passed a medical clinic and turned around and went in. I quietly said I wanted to get tested for STDs and HIV. The doctor asked me a bunch of really personal questions about my sex life, then took my blood. He also looked at my eye. He asked me if I needed to talk about anything and I shook my head no. I told him I was leaving town and he gave me a card with a phone number and an ID number and said I could call for the results in one week. As he walked me to the door, he gave me a card for a domestic abuse hotline.

When I got to the condo, the first thing I did was go upstairs to the master bathroom and take out my contact lenses. I put some drops into my tired and dry eyes and put on my glasses. I quickly packed up my toiletries, clothes, my laptop, and any other personal things I could find. I logged into Bart's computer and deleted some pictures he took of us that I didn't want anyone to see.

It took me a bunch of trips back and forth, but I got everything loaded into my truck.

I left the keys on the table with a note: Bart, I'm sorry things didn't work out between us. I wish you all the best. Clark.

I locked the door from the inside and left. I got in my truck and headed out on East 94. Soon I was in Michigan. North on 131 at Kalamazoo. I stopped in Grand Rapids to grab a bite to eat. I pulled into my parents driveway just after 6:00.

I walked up to the door and opened the screen door. I reached for the doorknob and then changed my mind and rang the doorbell. Mom opened the door.

"Oh, my god! Clark!" she exclaimed as she pulled me inside into a hug.

I grabbed onto her and held her tight. "I missed you so much," I cried. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

"Why are you ringing the bell?" Dad asked as he walked up and shut the door behind me.

Mom let go of me and wiped her face. Dad came to hug me and his smile disappeared when he saw my face.

"What did that bastard do to you?!"

He pulled me to him and I bawled on his shoulder. After I settled down, he patted my back.

"I'm glad you're home, son," he said as he wiped his eyes.

Dad helped me bring my things inside and we brought them up to my bedroom. I looked around my room. They hadn't changed anything since I left for college six years ago. I laid down and took a nap.

Mom made baked chicken, mashed potatoes and green beans for dinner. It was really good and I ate like I was starving. They were both smiling really big at me. They were so happy I was home. I realized how much I missed them and I vowed never to let anyone come between us ever again.

"Tomorrow morning, you'll come with me to work. It just so happens I need an office manager," Dad said between bites.

"You don't need an office manager, Dad."

"Don't tell me what I don't need," he said with a smile.

I nodded.

That next morning I threw on a white dress shirt and a pair of jeans. I found my old work boots in the closet and put those on as well. I put on a tie and looked at myself in the mirror. I loosened the tie and undid the top button and smiled at myself. I looked like my dad. A shorter, skinnier, boy version of him.

I went downstairs to the kitchen. Dad was sitting at the kitchen table drinking a mug of coffee and reading the newspaper.

I poured myself a mug and sat down. There was a box of donuts on the table, and I grabbed one and ate it with my coffee.

Dad put down the paper. "Ready to go?"

I stood up and he put his arms on my shoulders and looked at me.

"Look at you," he said with pride. "You look like my little man."

He brushed my hair out of my face. His eyes got teary and he hugged me. "I'm so happy you're home, son."

"Me too, Dad."

***

That first day at work, Dad called a meeting and everyone gathered around him in the middle of the sales floor. He introduced me to everyone and they welcomed me, but I could tell they were staring at me when I wasn't looking, wondering what happened to me. I already knew some of them, like the service manager and parts manager. Dad introduced me to the equipment salesman, the service manager's crew, the inventory guy and the retail store employees.

Dad had me work in his office and got me started on the payroll for the week. He said he'd get me an office for myself the next couple of days. Before he left me to work, he told me again how happy he was I was here and how proud of me he was. I smiled and tried not to cry as I started my work. I thought I would feel like a loser coming home and working for Dad, but I knew that I could be happy here.

Dad had apologized for not being able to pay me what I deserved. What I didn't have the heart to tell him was that $35,000 a year was $3,000 more than I made at my crappy job in Chicago. I didn't want him to know what a total failure I was.

There was a small storage room next to the Service Manager's office. Dad had a couple of guys move the stuff out of there. He bought a desk, a large file cabinet and a cork board and set up a little office in there for me. By Thursday, I had moved into my new office. Dad was so proud I thought he was going to burst. When he slid the CLARK JOHNSON name plaque on the door, he was grinning like the Cheshire cat and I shook my head and laughed at him.

Dad's business wasn't very complicated and I got up and running pretty quickly. Dad said he was glad to not have to do all that stuff anymore and he spent a lot more time walking around talking to the customers and employees.

I got a couple of angry voice mails from Bart on Wednesday and Thursday, which I promptly deleted.

On Friday I was sitting at my desk with my laptop thinking I was going to need a bigger screen, a keyboard and a mouse if I was going to work all day on this computer. I put together a shopping list of things I needed to pick up over the weekend. 

As I thought about my shopping list, I quietly whistled a tune and tapped my pen to the beat on my notepad. When I realized what I was doing, I chuckled to myself. I sat back in my chair and looked around my little office. In just a week my life had changed so dramatically. I had quickly grown to love my new job. I made a difference here. My parents loved me. Every time they saw me, they had grins on their faces. I was happy. I thought I was happy with Bart, but didn't realize how unhappy I truly was until now. I deserved to be happy. I deserved better than Bart.

I was getting ready to print the week's invoices, so I got up and loaded the printer with the invoice paper. I heard Dad laughing, and I peeked out of my office door onto the sales floor and saw him talking to a huge mountain of a man. The guy had his back to me. He was tall and wide, built like a tank. He had a hunter's camouflage baseball cap on and a shaved head -- no, it was cut really, really short. He had on a light Carhartt jacket and brown cowboy boots and blue jeans that fit nice and snug over his butt. I wondered what it would be like to hold onto that butt while... I shook my head and banished those indecent thoughts. He said something to dad and they were both laughing. I returned to my desk and started printing the invoices.

I heard Dad laugh again, just outside my door. "Hey. Guess who's home," I heard him say.

"Who?" a deep voice grumbled.

I looked up as Dad stepped into my office and cocked his thumb at the name plaque on the door. The big guy walked in and looked at the name plaque, then turned and looked at me in shock.

I stood up and held out my hand. "Hi, I'm Cl--"

My mouth fell open as I looked into his green eyes. Gordie Thomas.

"Clark!" He grabbed me in a big hug and lifted me off the ground. "Look at you! You haven't change a..." his voice trailed off. He lifted my glasses and thumbed under my left eye. "What happened?"

"Oh, it's nothing," I shrugged.

Dad scoffed. "Nothing my ass! That ex-bastard of his used him as a punching bag."

"Dad..."

Gordie's back stiffened and his jaw tightened. I thought I heard a low growl in his throat. He let out a breath and tried to smile.

Dad clapped Gordie on the back and said, "I'll get the guys to load up your new toy on your trailer."

Gordie nodded and Dad left the office.

"New toy?" I asked.

"We bought a new Massey mower. I've been working with my Dad since I graduated... supervising the landscaping crews mostly. You look really good, Clark. You haven't changed a bit."

"You look good too, Gordie."

"Eh. 5 years and 50 pounds since I last saw you."

Gordie had put on some weight and sure, he had a little bit of a gut, but he still looked fantastic. His brown beard was more filled in, but cut short and trimmed nicely. His face was even more handsome than I remember. His green eyes and deep voice with that Georgia accent still sent shivers down my spine.

"I think you look great. You were always too critical of yourself."

"It's good to see you, Clark. Are you busy tonight? You wanna grab dinner and catch up? Maybe grab a beer?"

"I can't. Mom said she was cooking a pot roast for dinner... special for me, so..."

Dad had walked in and interrupted, "Why don't you come on over join us, Gordon. It's been a really long time since we've had you over. There'll be plenty to eat. Then you boys can go out and get that beer."

***

Gordie came over for dinner around 6:30. I thought it would be really awkward, but it wasn't. I immediately felt comfortable with Gordie. It was just like in high school when we first met and became best friends.

When he took off his hat, I couldn't help but notice the bald spot on the crown of his head when he sat down. He kept his hair cut pretty short, almost like a crew cut. I resisted the urge to run my fingers across it.

After dinner, he asked me out to grab a beer and I said yes. We thanked Mom for dinner and said goodnight. I followed him out to the driveway.

"Is that your truck? It's nice," he asked, pointing to my Explorer.

"Yup, that's mine. I love your truck."

Gordie had a new model black Dodge Ram 1500 pickup truck. It was huge and intimidating next to my little truck.

"Thanks," he said as he lit up a smoke. He took a drag and looked a little guilty as he commented, "I tried, but I could never quit smoking."

"It doesn't bother me. It never did, Gord. You know, I loved everything about you, Gordie. You smoked. It was just something else about you to love."

I blushed at my stupid and embarrassing confession and he just smiled at me. I quickly looked away and climbed into the truck.

Gordie took me to a local pub and we ordered a couple of beers and found an empty booth. We talked and caught up. He told me about working with his Dad's landscape company. They did commercial and residential landscaping, complete landscape designs as well as maintenance like mowing. I told him about my crappy job and all about Bart and what happened. He listened and sympathized with me, but I could tell he was beyond pissed at Bart. I didn't tell him about the sexual stuff, but simply said that Bart would sometimes get too rough with me.

I asked him if he had a girlfriend and he looked at me funny. "I'm gay, Clark."

"Oh. I guess it's been a long time since we talked. Do you have a boyfriend then?"

"Nope. The pickin's are kinda slim around these parts," he joked. "And the available ones aren't interested."




Clark's Story Ch. 03



"Well, they're crazy," I said and immediately blushed. Gordie smiled back at me.

He told me he finally came to terms with being gay and he dated a guy on the gymnastics team for about a year and a half in college. I listened, though I was completely jealous. They broke up in the middle of senior year. When Gordie said the guy 'upgraded', I frowned. I didn't like when Gordie was down on himself.

He told me about how he came out to his parents the summer after he started dating Troy the gymnast. He told his mom first and she said she figured he was and had been confused when he 'dumped me' for Carla.

"Yeah, me, too," I joked and we both laughed hard.

When he told his dad, his dad said he already knew. "Don't be embarrassed, Clark," Gordie warned. "But, uh, Dad said he saw me fucking you in the tool shed. I apparently had you on the workbench and, according to Dad, I was 'tearing you a new one'. He almost busted in at first because he thought I was hurting you, but then he realized your reaction was not hurt when he saw that I was making you come."

"Oh, my god," I groaned in humiliation.

I told him how I came out to my parents Christmas break of my junior year. They both already knew as well. "They saw us cuddled up together on one of our sleepovers. The sheets had slipped down and we were apparently naked and you were spooned up against me. Not to mention when we, uh, stopped being friends, Dad asked me about it and I sobbed like a baby in his arms."

Gordie looked really embarrassed after that and muttered an apology. I shrugged and simply said, "That was a long time ago."

"The one thing I regret in my life more than anything was how much I hurt you," he told me. He looked me right in the eye and I knew that he meant it.

"I loved you so much, Gord," I said quietly. "I would have done anything for you."

"I know. I was having a hard time accepting myself. I tried to play it off... that we were just fooling around, you know, until I met the right girl. I knew the first time we fucked, that you were in love with me. I just didn't want to admit that I loved you, too... But I did."

After another beer, the serious conversation was done and we were back to laughing and joking. When Gordie drove me home, he parked the truck in the driveway and I hopped out. He climbed out and lit a smoke and took a deep drag. He walked me up to the front door.

"Thanks for taking me out tonight, Gordie," I said. "I had a really good time catching up with you."

"Me too, Clark," he said. He took another deep drag of his smoke and exhaled and flicked the butt into the yard.

I nervously cleared my throat. "Well, I'd better get inside..."

Gordie grabbed me by the shoulders and leaned down and kissed me. I was startled for a split second, but then relaxed in his grip. I raised my hands to his biceps and kissed him back. He opened his mouth and his tongue pushed into me. I hungrily accepted it and we kissed passionately right there on my parents' front porch. After a few minutes of deep kissing, he broke the kiss.

He touched his nose to mine. "I've been wanting to do that since I saw you in your office."

"Me, too."

"Can I see you tomorrow? I have to work, but I'll be off around 5."

"I'm off tomorrow and on Sunday... I'd love to see you."

"Great. I'll pick you up at 6."

Gordie gave me a quick kiss and I waved goodbye and went inside. My face was warm and flushed and I was grinning like a fool.

"Everything okay, son?" Dad asked with a knowing smile on his face.

"Everything's perfect, Dad. Goodnight," I said, still grinning as I headed up to my bedroom.

***

Saturday morning, I called the clinic in Chicago and got my test results. Everything was negative. I let go a huge breath that I didn't even realize I was holding. I thanked the doctor and hung up. 

After lunch, I headed to the office supply store and bought a big flat panel monitor, a keyboard and mouse combo, and a couple of big external drives for backups. They had a docking port replicator for my HP laptop, so I picked that up as well. I bought a whiteboard and some markers and some miscellaneous office supplies. I called Gordie and told him that I was going to be at the office setting my stuff up. He agreed to meet me there since it was close to his office. We'd drive over to his house so he could clean up, then we'd go out.

I went in to work and got all of my stuff put away. I set up my desk and plugged the monitor and all of my new peripherals into the dock. I got my whiteboard hung on the wall. I looked around my little office and I smiled. It was perfect. I looked at my watch. Gordie should be here any second. I grabbed all of the empty boxes and dragged them out to the dumpster.

I closed the top of the dumpster and walked around to the front of the building. I gasped when I saw the black Yukon parked next to my truck. I turned and saw Bart leaning against the front door with his arms folded across his chest. 

"I've been calling you, Clark," he said. "It's rude to not return your calls." 

"I don't have anything to say to you, Bart. Why are you here?"

"I'm here to take you home." 

Bart pushed off the wall and walked towards me. I backed up towards my truck. 

"I am home. I'm staying here." 

"I'm giving you a second chance, boy. Now, we're going to go back to your house and get your stuff, then we're going back to Chicago. I'm even gonna pretend that none of this happened."

"I'm not going with you, Bart." 

"You're really starting to piss me off. I drove all the way up here and this is the thanks I get?" 

"I didn't ask you to come up here. Please, Bart, please just go." 

Bart suddenly pushed me up against his truck and wrapped his hand around my throat. He leaned into my ear, "Listen here, you little bitch, I'm the one who decides when we're done. And I'm not through with you yet." 

"Please, Bart. You can get anyone you want. Please, just leave me alone." 

I was on the verge of crying and Bart exhaled sharply. He was getting really pissed. 

Gordie's truck pulled into the parking lot and he slammed on the brakes in front of us. Bart let go of me as Gordie hopped out of the truck. 

"What the fuck's going on here?" Gordie asked. 

"It's a private matter between me and my boyfriend," Bart said. "So, if you don't mind, fuck off." 

Bart grabbed my arm and dragged me to the passenger side of his truck. 

"Hey!" Gordie shouted and stepped up and pulled Bart's hand off me. "Keep your hands off him!" 

"Who the fuck do you think you are? Mind your own fucking business," Bart growled. 

"I'm Clark's best friend is who I am. And he doesn't want to go with you, right Clark?" 

"I'm staying," I said. 

Bart laughed as he looked Gordie up and down. "Ah, the best friend from high school. Did you know that little Clark here has a stash of pictures of you that he keeps hidden in a little box? He thinks his altar is his little secret, but it's obvious the little sissy's in love with you." 

Gordie's eyes narrowed at Bart. "So what? That doesn't have shit to do with you. Now why don't you get the fuck out of here and go back to wherever you came from." 

"All right. I've had enough of your fat ass," Bart said. He hauled back and decked Gordie in the jaw. The force of the blow knocked Gordie back and he slammed against his truck. 

"Fuck this shit," Gordie grunted. He reached into his truck and pulled a hunting rifle out from behind the seat and loaded it. He brought it up to his shoulder and aimed at Bart. Bart backed up a few steps. I stepped back behind Gordie.

Gordie moved a step towards Bart. "I'm gonna tell you again. Clark ain't goin' anywhere with you. So, get the fuck out of here and go home." 

Bart scoffed. "You don't have the guts." 

Gordie cocked the rifle and shot it at the ground in front of Bart. Bart and I both jumped.

Gordie aimed the rifle back at Bart. "I'll fucking blow a hole in you before I let you touch Clark again." 

Bart's eyes widened. "Are you fucking crazy?! You know what, you can fucking have him."

Bart spit on the ground in front of us. "He's a god damned crybaby. And if he was any good in bed, I wouldn't have needed to fuck around behind his back for the past two years." 

"You bastard!" I shouted. 

Bart narrowed his eyes and glared at me. "I hope you rot in this piece of shit town, boy." Bart got in his SUV and peeled out of the parking lot. 

I just stood there crying. Gordie wrapped an arm around me and held me. He rubbed my back and tried to comfort me. "Shh... He's gone, Clark. He won't be back. You're safe now." 

"He could've hurt you, Gordie. You know he was in the Army for eight years."

"He's a pussy. You stand up to guys like him and they back right down."

"I'm just glad you got here when you did."

Gordie let go of me. He put his rifle back in his truck, then shut the truck off and followed me inside. I showed him to my office and went to the bathroom to clean up. I returned my office and Gordie was leaning against the wall, deep in thought.

"You okay, Gordie?" I asked. I hopped up onto my desk and sat on the edge with my legs and feet dangling over the front.

Gordie looked up at me and nodded. "Yeah."

I could tell he was upset about something, but I didn't know what.

"If you changed your mind about going out tonight, I understand," I said.

He didn't say anything right away and I hung my head down. He stepped in front of me and put his hands on my shoulders. I looked up into his eyes.

"Clark. It's not that I don't want to go out with you tonight. I'm feeling a little insecure, I guess. I mean, that guy was a muscle stud. I can't compete with that."

"Gordie, there's no competition. I don't want Bart. It's always been you I wanted, Gord. Sure he's muscular, but when you used to hold me, your body was warm and soft and hairy. It comforted me. I always felt special when you held me. Bart was hard with no warmth, no comfort. He wouldn't even let me cuddle with him when we went to sleep."

"It's hard for me to believe that you'd want me after you had him. I mean, look at me. I've gotten fat."

"Gordie, you're not that fat. You're a big guy. You carry the weight well."

He looked at me with skepticism.

I lowered my voice to a whisper. "You're so sexy, Gord. Just you being this close to me... I'm so hard right now."

Gordie's eyes look down at my jeans. He ran his thumb over the small hard bulge that pointed to the left of my groin. He looked up at me in surprise.

I smiled at him suggestively and leaned in closer to him. My voice was low and seductive. "You wanna know something else, Gord? Bart had a small dick. He wasn't nearly as big and thick as you. He couldn't satisfy me the way you did."

Gordie looked at me with lust in his eyes. He lunged forward, grabbed my head in his hands and kissed me hard. I pushed my hands under his jacket and stroked his sides and back.

Gordie reluctantly pulled away from me. "Let's get out of here before I'm unable to control myself."

Gordie stepped away and reached down to his crotch and adjusted his large bulge. I hopped off the desk and locked up my office and the building and I followed Gordie's truck to his house and parked in the driveway next to his.

***

We went inside and he gave me a tour of the house. He had a three bedroom house with 2.5 bathrooms an attached garage. The front was brick, but the back and sides were siding. The downstairs had a separate dining room at the front. The living room was a nice size and had a fireplace; the kitchen and breakfast area overlooked the living room. Off the kitchen was a door that led outside to a big wood deck that had small steps into the back yard.

Upstairs were two small bedrooms with a bathroom in between. One of the bedrooms was set up as an office and the other had a small twin-sized bed and a dresser. The master bedroom was larger and had plenty of room for the king size bed with two nightstands and dresser. It had an en-suite bathroom with a separate shower and tub, and a small walk-in closet off the bathroom.

I told Gordie how much liked his home and asked him how long had he lived here, because there was nothing on the walls in the way of art, nor decorations of any kind, and all of the walls were painted the same off-white color. He shrugged and said he'd bought the house a year ago, but didn't really have any eye for what looked good as far as art and decorating. He may have had no decorating sense, but at least it was clean and uncluttered.

Gordie told me to make myself at home in the living room while he showered and cleaned up. When he came downstairs he asked if I was ready to go. He looked and smelled great. I could tell he had shaped up his beard and trimmed it down a little bit. He had on a dark blue flannel shirt over a white undershirt. His jeans were slightly worn and faded and fit nice and snug, showing off a nice bulge in the crotch. He wore the same boots.

He offered to drive, so I left my truck parked in the driveway. He lit up a cigarette as soon as we pulled out. I could tell he was nervous and I was too. Gordie felt like steak for dinner, and that sounded good to me as well.

Dinner was really good and after some initial nervousness, Gordie and I started talking more easily. He cleaned his plate and I still had a quarter of my steak left. I pushed my plate towards him and smiled. He blushed a little and stabbed my steak with his fork and put it on his plate and finished it off. I smiled to myself thinking how cute he was.

After dinner, Gordie asked if I wanted to grab a couple beers. I was okay with that, but I wanted to go somewhere where we could talk. He nervously suggested that we could pick up some beer and go back to his place and that's what we did.

***

We sat on the couch in the living room sipping beer and talking. The TV was on, but we weren't really paying attention to it. Gordie popped some microwave popcorn and we had that as a snack. He said something funny and I was really laughing hard. He reached over and brushed the hair off my forehead. "You're so cute when you laugh."

I blushed and smiled at him. I ran my hand over the top of his head and rubbed the short bristles of hair. My fingertips tingled at the touch and it sent shivers down my spine.

Gordie cleared his throat. "It was thinning, so I thought it'd be better to..."

"I like it, Gord. It feels nice to touch."

"You really make me feel good about myself, Clark. Sometimes I think if I was the ugliest slob on the planet, you'd still find me attractive."

I shrugged. "I don't know about all of that. All I do know is that I'm attracted to you. I always have been. You know, there's a lot of guys out there that like guys like you."

"Yeah, I've played around on the Internet a little. The bears like me, but I'm not really attracted to other bears."

"I'm not a bear," I said nervously.

"No, you're definitely not."

Gordie moved in closer and put his arm around me. He leaned into me and kissed me gently. We closed our eyes and kissed slowly and sensually. He explored my mouth with his tongue and I chased it with my own. Gordie finally pulled away, sucking and pulling at my bottom lip before letting it go with a pop. He ran his hand over my cheek and ran his thumb across my lips. He gave me a light kiss on the lips and whispered, his lips so close to me I could feel them moving, "Will you stay the night with me, Clark?"

"Yes, Gord."

I called home and told my dad that I was spending the night at Gordie's because I had a few beers so that he wouldn't worry when I didn't come home.

Gordie took my hand and led me upstairs to his bedroom. He turned on the lamp on one of the nightstands and returned to me. I put my hands on his waist. Gordie was so tall and his body was so big and stocky. He weighed nearly twice as much as me and stood nearly 8 inches taller than me. When he hugged me, it felt like his whole body surrounded me.

He looked me in the eyes and bent down and kissed me passionately as he unzipped my hooded sweatshirt. He pulled it off and laid it on the bench at the foot of the bed. I unbuttoned his flannel shirt as we continued kissing, and pulled it back and off his shoulders and arms.

Gordie moved his mouth down to my neck and lightly kissed up and down the side of my neck. His lips and beard tickled my skin and sent shivers up and down my spine.

"Oh Gordie," I moaned. "Your mouth and beard feels so good on my skin."

Gordie pulled my t-shirt off and unbuckled my jeans. I kicked off my Chucks and he pushed my jeans to the floor.

"So fuckin' sexy," he whispered as he ran his rough-skinned hands over my body and I shivered again.

I grabbed the bottom of his undershirt and tugged, and he knelt down slightly so that I could pull it over his head. His chest and stomach were covered in soft and thick brown hair from his neck and collar bones to his waist. His forearms and legs were covered in that same hair. He was barrel chested and his belly was slightly rounded, but not to the point where it was hanging over his waist. His arms where beefy and muscular from working outside. He had a tattoo on his right arm that he didn't have when I last saw him, a tribal pattern that went from his shoulder to his elbow. It was a similar design as the arm band on his left bicep.

"God, Gordie, you're so hot," I whispered as I ran my hands over his arms and chest and stomach. I felt his body shudder from my touch and I felt pride in the fact that I could make him feel pleasure. I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. He moved back and sat on the bed and pulled his boots off. He lifted his butt off the bed as I pulled his jeans down. I laid them on the bench, then crawled onto the bed. He swung onto the bed and we laid down next to each other on our sides facing each other, looking in to each others' eyes. Gordie took off my glasses and put them on his nightstand.

I ran my hand along the top, back and sides of his head, feeling his short hair prickling my fingers. I traced down to his beard. He ran his hands all over my body. He reached his hands down to my briefs and tugged them down. I lifted my butt so he could pull them off me. I did the same for him. His large, nearly 7" long, thick, uncut dick flopped against his belly with a loud thump. His foreskin was skinned back, exposing his red helmet-shaped head. I saw him looking at my hard dick standing straight up against my belly. The head was red and wet and dripping from desire.

We reached for each other and began stroking as we made out. I grunted and moaned within a few seconds and I gripped Gordie's wrist to stop his movement. He opened his eyes and looked at me. I was panting and on the verge. Gordie moved his hand to cup and fondle my balls. He pushed me on to my back and bent over me.

"It's okay, Clark," he said quietly after licking my left nipple. "Don't hold back. Let it go. We've got all night."

Gordie cupped my balls and took me into his mouth. The feeling of his soft tongue and warm sucking mouth was too much for me to handle. I gripped his shoulder with one hand and the sheet with the other.

"Oh my God, Gordie. I can't stop it. I'm coming, Gord!"

My body shuddered and stiffened as I spurt into Gordie's warm sucking mouth. I could feel him swallowing as I panted. Gordie moved up and cuddled up next to me.

"Hey. What's wrong?" he asked me.

I looked into his eyes and he wiped away tears from my face. I didn't even realize I was crying.

"It just felt so wonderful, Gordie," I said. I was embarrassed to tell him that he was the last person to have done that to me. Six years ago.

I reached down between Gordie's legs and wrapped my hand around his fat cock. Gordie rolled on his back to give me access to him.

"Suck it for me, baby," he whispered. "Just like you used to."




Clark's Story Ch. 03



I bent down and took him straight into my mouth, swallowing down as much as I could. I worked it in and out nice and slow, sucking and slurping, stroking him with my mouth and hand. I used my tongue to swirl around the shaft and head.

"Oh, fuck, Clark. Oh god, no one can suck it the way you do. You're so fucking good, baby."

His compliments really turned me on and I groaned around his dick, which made him push up into my mouth. I increased the speed of my movements and Gordie's hands moved to my head. His fingers pushed through my hair and gripped my scalp gently. His breathing quickened and his hips were thrusting up to meet my mouth and bobbing head.

"Oh, god, I'm close. You're gonna get my come, Clark baby. Oh, god, please let me come in your mouth. Swallow it for me, baby. Oh, fuck!"

I had no intention of pulling off, but Gordie gripped my head tight and held it still. His cock hardened and swelled, then jerked and pulsed repeatedly in my mouth as it shot load after load of come into me. Gordie grunted and I moaned with each blast. I was able to swallow most of his come in four gulps, but some dripped out and I had to use my tongue to clean him up. He softened a bit and I let him slip out of my mouth with a plop.

Gordie was shuddering and panting as he came down from his explosive climax. I moved up to his side and laid my head on his chest and wrapped my arm around him. Gordie kissed the top of my head and wrapped his arms around my shoulders.

"Holy shit. That was fucking fantastic," he sighed.

"Yeah," I agreed.

"Fuck, I need a smoke."

Gordie kissed me and lifted me up and got out of bed and pulled on his jeans. I got up and put on my jeans and my t-shirt and followed Gordie downstairs. He pulled his cigarette pack and a lighter out of his jacket pocket and I followed him out onto the back deck. He leaned against the railing and lit a cigarette and took a deep drag, held it for moment, then exhaled up and away from me. I moved next to him and he put his arm around me.

"Can I ask you something, Clark? Does it worry you that your ex was cheating with all those guys?"

"Yeah, it did. I went and got STD and HIV tested the next day. Luckily, I'm clean. I mean, we always used condoms anyway."

"That's good. You used condoms with all your partners?"

"Bart was the only one I had ever gone all the way with. Not counting you, of course."

"Wait, Bart is the only guy you've had sex with besides for me?"

"Yeah. I mean, there were like 3 other guys that I, you know... had oral sex with."

"Shit. I've been with a few more guys than that. You're the only one I ever barebacked, though. We were both virgins. Can you believe it? It seems so long ago..."

Gordie quietly chuckled, then added quietly, "I haven't had sex with anyone in almost a year. I've been tested since. I'm clean, too."

I cuddled into Gordie's body as he took a drag of his cigarette. The air was cool and it was very quiet. I closed my eyes and enjoyed a little bit of quiet time with Gordie.

"This is nice, Gordie."

"I could get used to this real easy," Gordie said quietly as he exhaled his smoke.

When Gordie finished his smoke, he flicked the butt into the back yard and we headed back upstairs. We got undressed and climbed into bed under the sheet and comforter. We huddled up together facing each other. Gordie lovingly stroked my hair and face. I closed my eyes as he leaned in for a kiss. His kiss turned harder and more passionate. I felt his cock stiffening against my leg and I moaned. I rolled onto my back and tugged at him to climb on top of me.

Gordie climbed on top of me, pushing my legs apart with his body. He pushed up and knelt between my legs. He ran his calloused hands up and down my body and I trembled at his touch. My penis thickened and straightened up against my belly.

Gordie growled. "Baby, you're fucking beautiful. Your body is so small and tight, so smooth, so sexy... Fuckin' perfect."

"Gord, you're so manly. I love your big hairy body, your beard, your tattoos, your big uncut dick. Oh, god, you're so handsome. You make me so hard."

I looked up into his eyes. I wanted to tell him that I was still in love with him.

"Fuck, you make me feel like the sexiest bastard on the planet when you look at me like that."

He leaned into my ear and whispered, "I wanna fuck you so bad right now, Clark."

"Oh god, yes, I need you, Gordie. I need you inside me. Please..."

"Clark... This is more than a one night stand, isn't it? Baby, please, tell me you feel the same way I do."

"Gordie, I want you every day, for the rest of my life."

Gordie leaned down and kissed me hard. "Baby, you got me. I'm all yours."

"I'm yours, too, Gord. I've always been yours."

Gordie leaned over and opened the nightstand drawer. He pulled out a bottle of lube and popped it open. He poured it onto his fingers and reached his hand between my legs. I moaned in pleasure when I felt his big finger slide into me. Gordie stretched and stroked my hole with his fingers. He twisted and scissored and poked and rubbed my prostate until I was writhing around on the bed begging for him.

"Gordie, put it in me. Please. I need you now."

"Baby... I want to feel you, without a rubber... like we used to..."

"Yes, Gordie."

Gordie lubed up his cock and pressed the head against my wet hole. I pushed in slowly and I tightened my legs around his ass and grabbed onto his biceps. I looked up into Gordie's green eyes as he started moving in and out of me.

"I love you, Clark. I love you so fucking much. I'm never gonna let you go, baby."

"Oh, god, I love you so much, Gordie."

Tears fell down my cheeks as Gordie moved faster and faster. Gordie pounded my ass hard and fast and I pushed my hips back to meet him.

Gordie grunted loudly. "So fucking tight, so hot..."

"You're so big, Gord, so good..."

Gordie's hips slapped loudly against me. My body was thrashing and shaking and tensing and relaxing underneath Gordie as I got closer and closer to the edge. My head thrashed back and forth and I mumbled incoherently.

"Oh, god, Gord, I'm gonna come!"

"Yeah, I'm coming with you baby! Here it fucking comes! Aw, fuck yeah!"

"Oh! Gordie!"

My gut tensed and my back arched and my hole began spasming as my cock sprayed my chest and stomach with my seed. Gordie grunted loudly and thrust wildly as my hole milked him. I could feel his cock pulsing and jerking inside me as he filled me with his hot come. His weight collapsed on top of me and I clung to him as we both panted and tried to catch our breath.

"Jesus fucking Christ... that was... the fucking best... ever," Gordie panted.

"Gordie, you're so good, you're the best... I love you so much."

"I love you, too, Clark."

Gordie lightly kissed my neck and face as he held me in his arms, the weight of his body pressing down into me. His penis finally softened enough to slip out of me and with one last kiss, he rolled off me.

With a grunt, he pushed himself out of bed and went into the bathroom. He nodded his head for me to follow, so I did. He turned on the shower and adjusted the knobs and we waited for it to warm up. I took the time to get a good look at his body. He was slightly damp from sweat, but he looked sexy as hell. His fat uncut cock hung limp over his large low hanging balls and the foreskin completely covered the head.

After we took a quick shower together in his large tiled shower, we crawled back into bed. Gordie turned off the lamp and I curled up on his chest. He wrapped his arms around me and I immediately fell asleep.

***

I awoke in the middle of the night and it took me a second to realize where I was until I heard Gordie snoring behind my head. I was laying on my right side and Gordie was spooned up against my back. They way were were positioned, the back of my head was under his chin and my neck was laying on his right arm and his left arm was holding my chest, pulling me tight against him. I could feel his erection pressing against my butt.

As I laid there listening to him snore, I realized what a perfect moment this was. Gordie -- my boyfriend, my man -- was holding me like I was precious and needed protecting. I felt so loved and so safe. I listened Gordie's snoring and it was lulling me to sleep like a white noise machine and my eyes grew heavy. I yawned and Gordie kind of snorted and adjusted his position. He tightened his hold on me and pulled me tighter to his body. I sighed as I felt his gentle kisses on the back of my head and my neck.

He started grinding his dick into my ass crack and kissing and sucking on my neck. "Clark baby, I need you," he whispered. He pulled away for a second and I heard the plastic cap snap open. I jumped a little bit when I felt the cold lube touch my puckered hole. I listened to the squishing sounds as Gordie lubed his cock up. He lifted my leg and pushed his dick around a few times until he found my hole. He pushed inside in one slow, steady movement. I moaned and leaned back against him. He held my leg behind the knee and thrust in and out of me. I whimpered as he groaned and grunted and sucked and nipped my shoulders. He hooked my leg over his elbow and his hand slid up and grasped my dick and he began jerking it in rhythm with his thrusts. A minute longer and I moaned and spurt my load onto the sheets in front of me at the same time as Gordie pulled his mouth off my neck and cried out as he blasted into my guts.

He let my leg fall, but remained inside me. Held me tight against him. His breathing slowed and as he started snoring, his cock softened and slipped out of me.

I woke a couple hours later and I was shivering. It had turned cold and I somehow managed to kick off the covers. I turned over to see Gordie on his back snoring. I pulled the covers back over me and slid closer to Gordie. His body was radiating heat and I snuggled right up to him. He shifted and grunted and wrapped his arm around me and pulled me to him.

"You're cold, baby," he mumbled. "C'mere."

"I kicked the covers off," I explained.

He pulled me tighter to him and I laid my head on his chest and hugged my arm around his chest and my leg around his leg. He stroked my back and my arm and warmed me up.

"You're so warm, Gordie," I sighed.

He peppered the top of my head with kisses. "Better?" he asked.

"Mm-hmm," I said as I drifted off to sleep.

***

The next morning, we got up late and then took a nice long warm shower. We didn't make love in the shower, but we did a lot of touching and kissing. I put on my jeans, but left off yesterday's briefs. Gordie pulled out an old gray t-shirt for me to wear. I looked at it and smiled. It was an old high school t-shirt. It had our school name and mascot on the front and THOMAS and his number, 79, on the back. I slipped it on. It was a couple of sizes too big for me and I tucked it into my jeans so that it didn't hang down so far.

Gordie looked at me and grinned approvingly. "You look good in my shirt, babe. You can keep it if you want. It's too small for me," he said before he bent down and gave me a quick kiss.

We went to a local diner for lunch, one of his favorite places. We got a few stares from a couple of his buddies, who I'm sure were wondering why both of us had wet hair fresh from a shower at 11 AM on a Sunday morning, why I was wearing his t-shirt, and why I had a dark red hickey on my neck.

After lunch, we went grocery shopping and then went back to his house. We spent the day lounging around the house. We watched sports for a while, hung out on the deck so Gordie could get a smoke fix, and fell asleep sitting together on the couch.

When we woke up, he started kissing me and he pulled me to his lap and I straddled him as we made out. It didn't take long for him to pull my pants off. He unbuttoned his jeans and pulled his cock out. He smeared a liberal amount of spit on it and then pulled me back into his lap. He rubbed more spit onto my hole. I slowly lowered myself onto him and began riding him after I got used to his size. He grabbed my hips and bounced me up and down on his hard shaft. I threw my head back and rode him as hard as I could. Gordie spit into his hand once more and wrapped it around my cock. His wet fist flew up and down my shaft and I tensed up and grabbed onto him and buried my head in his neck as I climaxed. Gordie grabbed onto my hips and held me tight as he furiously thrust up into me. When he came he shouted and pulled me down all the way to the root of his cock, burying his manhood deep inside me as he coated my bowels with his copious load.

That evening, Gordie made barbecue chicken on the gas grill on the deck. I made potato salad and warmed up some baked beans. Even though it was September, it was warm enough that we could comfortably eat outside. Gordie had a nice little round patio table with an umbrella and four chairs, so we ate outside on the deck. After dinner, Gordie enjoyed a smoke and we thanked each other for a great dinner, then we put away the leftovers.

I looked up at the clock. "Gord, I should get going. I have to work tomorrow morning and I really need to do laundry."

Gordie wrapped his arms around me and pouted. "I don't want you to go, baby."

"Me neither."

Gordie leaned down and kissed me very slow and sensually. When he broke this kiss, I stood there with my eyes closed and my knees weak.

"Okay, you'd better go before I lock you in my bedroom and hide the key," he joked. "I can probably get away for lunch tomorrow, if you're available."

"Yeah, that'd be nice."

That night when I went to bed, I couldn't sleep. I was tossing and turning, missing having Gordie next to me. I jumped when my cell phone rang and vibrated on my nightstand. I quickly picked it up and answered it.

"Hello?" I answered quietly.

"Hey, it's me," Gordie replied back. His voice was deep and quiet.

"Hi, Gord."

"Did I wake you?"

"No. I was having trouble sleeping."

"Me too."

We talked quietly for about thirty minutes until I started to drift off.

"Go to sleep, baby. I'll talk to you tomorrow. Good night."

"Night, Gord." I hung up the phone and fell right asleep with the phone in bed with me.

***

I did meet Gordie for lunch on Monday. He picked me up and we grabbed a quick burger. We held hands in his truck as he drove me back to work. As we approached the Johnson Ag Supply building, Gordie turned off into an industrial complex and parked in front of an empty office building.

"We still got some time," he said. "And I just have to do this." He grabbed the back of my head and kissed me hard, pushing his tongue into my mouth. I sucked and licked at his tongue and we kissed for a few minutes. Gordie broke the kiss and leaned his forehead against mine. He sighed and reached between his legs and adjusted his cock in his jeans as he slumped back in his seat.

I swallowed nervously. "Remember back in high school... sometimes you'd get so horny, you'd want me to suck you off in your truck..."

"Yeah... I remember," he said, his voice low and husky.

I undid my seat belt and reached over and ran my hand over the bulge in his jeans. He drew in a sharp breath and stifled a moan.

"Do you want me to?" I whispered. He closed his eyes and nodded. I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. I reached into the fly of his boxers and struggled for a few seconds getting his rock hard member out into the open. I slowly fisted the skin up and down. Gordie leaned his seat back. It took a little maneuvering between the center console and the steering wheel, but I got him into my mouth. I sucked and quickly bobbed my mouth and hand on his shaft. My intent wasn't to make love to him with my mouth. I wanted to get him off and give him relief quickly. Within a few minutes, he gripped the steering wheel while grunting and thrusting up into my mouth. "Oh, fuck" he whispered as he shot into my mouth.

I sat back up and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and we both laughed a little bit at the situation. Gordie put his dick away and did up his pants. He adjusted his seat and lit a smoke and then drove me back to work. He leaned over and gave me a quick kiss before I jumped out of the truck.

***

Three days after the encounter with Bart, I was working at my desk a little later than usual. Gordie was supposed to pick me up at 6:00 so that we could go out to dinner.

Dad walked in carrying a manila envelope. "Clark."

I looked up at Dad and frowned. Dad looked visibly shaken.

"Hi, Dad. I didn't know you were still here. Is something wrong?"

"I got this in the mailbox today. When I realized what I was looking at, I didn't look at the rest."

Dad handed me the envelope. It was addressed to him with our work address with no return address or postage. I opened it up and pulled out the contents. A white piece of paper on top said "THIS IS WHAT YOUR LITTLE BOY LEARNED WHILE AWAY AT SCHOOL."

My heart skipped a beat and my stomach knotted. Under the paper was a stack of several pictures printed on 8x11 photo paper. When I shuffled the paper to the bottom of the stack, I gasped in horror. I thought I had deleted the pictures, but Bart had obviously saved them somewhere. In the first picture, Bart was holding a fistful of my hair in his left hand and I was looking up at the camera with a pained expression on my face. In his right hand was his half-erect penis, which had just shot come all over my face.

I knew what the next picture was without looking. I flipped it over and there it was. Bart was holding my head tightly by my hair, and my eyes and mouth were squeezed shut. My head was turned away, but held in place by Bart's grip on my hair. A clear stream of piss from Bart's cock was spraying onto my face. Bart got off on watersports, but I hated it. I told him so and that I thought it was degrading, but when he was in the mood, he would do it without asking. He'd catch me off guard, hold my head in place and make me take it.

I didn't look at the rest of the pictures. I knew they would be just as horrifying. I looked at Dad and I had never seen him so angry. I started to sob and tried to run out of the office. He grabbed me and pulled me to him and hugged me tight and I bawled into his chest. "I'm sorry, Dad!" I cried.

I looked up to see Gordie in the doorway. I panicked. I couldn't let him see the pictures. I leapt to my desk and grabbed the pictures and stuffed them into the envelope. I turned around and saw him hold up a manila envelope. That bastard had sent the pictures to Gordie. How could Gordie ever look at me the same after seeing those pictures?

"No!" I cried. My legs buckled and I fell to the floor onto my knees and sobbed. Gordie pulled me up to my feet and hugged me tight.

"Gor...," I sobbed. "I'm... sorry!"

"I'm going to kill that motherfucking piece of shit!" Gordie growled. "I should have blown his god damned head off when I had the chance."

"Please don't hate me, Gordie," I sniffled. "I didn't want to do it. He made me."

"I know, Clark. I saw the pictures. I could tell you were in pain and crying. You know I still love you, don't you? This doesn't change my feelings towards you."

I hiccuped as I tried to slow my crying.

Dad put his hand on my back. "Son, I love you, too. I don't think bad of you. That son of bitch is going to regret the day he ever met you."

Dad took the two envelopes. "I'm going to burn these." Dad walked out of the office to incinerate the pictures.

"I thought I deleted them," I whispered to Gordie. "I guess he made a backup."

"I'm surprised he'd want anyone to see them, considering how little his dick is."

"I told you."

"Yeah, I didn't believe you. I thought you were trying to make me feel better."

We both laughed and then Gordie bent down and kissed me on the forehead.




Clark's Story Ch. 03



After Gordie and I had dinner, he took me home because I wasn't feeling very well. The thing with the pictures really freaked me out, but Gordie was very understanding. We kissed a little bit on the porch, then I went inside for the night.

I was leaned back in the recliner watching TV with Dad when my cell phone rang. I looked over at Dad and saw that he was asleep on the couch, so I got up and went out into the back yard to answer it.

"Hello?"

"Hey, baby, it's me," Gordie said.

"Hi, Gord."

"Listen. The thing with the pictures is bothering me. The envelope was put in my mailbox. It didn't have any stamps on it."

"Do you mean you think he's in town?"

"Yeah. I need you to stay inside and lock the door. I'm on my way."

"Okay. Bye."

I hung up the phone and turned towards the door. I gasped when Bart stepped out of the shadows. He looked crazed and psychotic. Before I could run, he grabbed me and clapped a gloved hand over my mouth.

"We're gonna have some fun, boy," he growled into my ear.

I kicked and struggled against him as he dragged me around the side of the house. He threw me into the back of his SUV, but I got a good kick to his knee and I managed to get out of his grip. I jumped out of the SUV and tore around to the front of the house as fast as I could run and ran smack into Gordie. I fell backwards onto my butt and looked up to see Bart launch himself onto Gordie, knocking him down onto the ground.

I pushed myself away from them as they rolled around on the ground, hitting and punching each other. Gordie was bigger, but Bart was stronger. I was scared that they were going to kill each other.

"Stop!" I screamed.

They managed to get to their feet.

"Is that all you got, you fat piece of shit?" Bart growled.

"I'm gonna fucking kill you, you motherfucker!" Gordie spat back.

Gordie swung hard and connected with Bart's face. Bart stumbled backwards and pulled out a big hunting knife from his boot. He swung the knife wildly at Gordie and sliced him across the side of his stomach. Gordie cried out in pain and stumbled backwards and I screamed.

Bart turned to me and lifted the knife. He stepped towards me and then a loud thud had him crumpling to the ground, revealing Dad holding a baseball bat.

We rushed to help Gordie to his feet. I pulled off his shirt and lifted his tank top to look at the bloody wound on his left side. The cut didn't look terribly bad, but I guessed he'd need some stitches. As I heard approaching sirens, I pressed the shirt to the cut to keep it from bleeding while Gordie wrapped his arms around me and held me tight.

"I love you, Gord. Thank you."

"I love you, too, baby."

The cops arrested Bart while Gordie was taken to the hospital. After a short interview by the police, we hurried to the hospital. By the time we got there, the doctor was finishing up with him. The cut wasn't bad at all. He only needed eight stitches.

***

Bart was charged with attempted kidnapping and assault with a deadly weapon.

The whole process was horrible. We were repeatedly interviewed by detectives and lawyers. Bart hired a very expensive law firm to represent him and he plead not guilty. I was sure that they were going to let him go.

The trial was the hardest thing I ever had to do, but I was strong.

The absolute worst part was when the prosecutors showed the bag Bart had in his truck. It contained sex toys as well as rope and duct tape. They said that it was evidence that he planned to kidnap and rape me. His defense argued that we had used the ropes, sex toys and the paddle in our sex play and they brought out the pictures as evidence. I couldn't look at Gordie or my parents. I heard Mom crying and I almost lost it.

In the end, the jury found him guilty. I guess they believed me. Bart got ten years in prison, mostly because kidnapping was a felony and they were able to prove that he planned it based on the evidence.

After the trial, Bart was never mentioned again. Any reference to him around Dad or Gordie and their faces would darken and you'd likely hear cussing. If he ever showed his face again, Dad and Gordie would probably kill him.

Gordie and I were now dating very seriously. Since our offices were close by, we had lunch whenever he was working in the office and could get away. We also had dinner a few times a week. Sometimes my parents would invite him over, or I'd go to his place and we'd cook together. I didn't spend the night with him during the week most of the time, but I did on occasion. I stayed over every Saturday night and we'd spend all day Sunday together.

I also had dinner with Gordie at his parents' house a couple of times. When I first shook his dad's hand, I blushed in embarrassment when I remembered how he had seen Gordie and I. But they were both really nice to me and I immediately felt comfortable in their home again like I did when we were in school.

It was pretty obvious when we were together around town that we weren't just friends. I think it freaked some people out, but most didn't seem to care. We didn't hold hands or anything like that, but Gordie kept me close and he was always touching me. An arm around my shoulders, or a hand on the small of my back was not uncommon. He was very protective and possessive of me, but completely different than the way Bart was. I wasn't his property. I was something he adored. I craved the attention from him and I honestly didn't care what anyone else thought.

***

After nearly six months of dating, I decided to do something nice for Gordie. While he was at work on Saturday, I went shopping. We didn't a lot of stores to choose from, but we did have a Target. I picked out some artwork and a bunch of accessories and decorations and some picture frames. His downstairs bathroom had porcelain and silver fixtures, so I bought complimentary accessories, hand towels and a rug. I bought rugs, towels, and bath accessories for his master bathroom that complemented the tile.

I went home and pulled out my box of Gordie pictures, the box that I thought I had hid from Bart. I pulled out one of my favorites and put it in the frame. It was a picture from our senior year of high school at the homecoming bonfire. My friend Amy was on yearbook and she had taken the picture. The picture even made it into the yearbook. Gordie was wearing his football jersey, jeans and cowboy boots. He was holding a football in the air with his right hand and appeared to be shouting something. His left arm was around my neck and I was laughing.

The second picture was a recent one that Mom took a couple of weeks ago with my digital camera. I printed out a copy on 4x6 glossy photo paper and put it into the frame. Gordie and I were sitting on my parents deck in patio chairs pushed next to each other. Gordie's left arm was around my shoulders and I was leaning my head down on his shoulder and my eyes were closed. His right arm was propped up on the arm of the chair and he was looking up and away from me and appeared to be deep in thought.

Gordie had given me a spare key to his house earlier in the week and he had told me to just come over on Saturday and he'd be there in the afternoon when he got done working. I let myself in and I cleaned and set up the bathrooms with the new rugs and accessories. I hung a couple of small pieces of art on the wall in the bathroom. I also bought a large painting for the hallway.

In the living room, I laid the new throws and pillows on the couch to give the room some color. I put the framed photos on one end of the empty fireplace mantle and some pillar candles on the other. I put new lamps on the end tables on either side of the couch. I rearranged the built-in bookshelf and placed some little accessories I bought around the shelf and on the coffee table.

The foyer was previously empty, but I had bought an area rug and a small console table. I placed a vase with fresh flowers on it and hung a painting over it.

Once I got everything put up, I vacuumed and dusted, then sat on the couch flipping through a magazine while waiting for Gordie.

"Honey, I'm home!" Gordie shouted with a laugh as he walked in through the garage door, making me giggle.

"Fuck, I gotta piss!" he said and made a beeline for the bathroom. I could hear his loud stream splashing into the toilet.

"Hey, where'd this stuff come from?" he shouted over the noise. He flushed and washed his hands and I got up from the couch. He walked out of the bathroom and looked at the painting on the wall and then turned and looked down the hallway to the foyer. He walked over and touched the flowers and looked at the painting, then toed the rug.

He grinned widely and looked at me. "You've been busy."

I started babbling nervously. "I wanted to do something nice for you, Gord. I hope you don't mind. I mean, I wasn't sure if you'd like it, because I didn't know exactly your style, but I had a pretty good idea. And I wanted it to be a surprise, so I didn't ask you, but if you don't..."

"Shh," he said and kissed me slowly and sensually. I melted into his chest as he hugged me. "Thank you, Clark. I love it. It's very sweet of you."

I smiled and grabbed his hand and led him to the living room. Gordie smiled as he walked around the room. He walked to the mantle and picked up the pictures one at a time. He set them down and his green eyes were glistening.

"These are great, baby. Did these come from your secret altar of Gordie stuff?" he chuckled.

I blushed in embarrassment. "It's not an altar. I just have some pictures and some things in a little box. It's not as bad as what's-his-name made it sound."

"I'm just teasing ya. Thank you for doing all of this. It looks more like a home now."

Gordie pulled me to him and hugged me tight.

"You're welcome," I said. "Now you just gotta get all of these off-white walls painted with some color," I smiled.

"Will you help me pick something out?"

"Sure. I'd be happy to."

"I've been thinking about this for awhile now... I was thinking about how to ask you and it seems like perfect timing... Clark, I want you to stay here with me."

"Oh, well, I was planning on it."

"No, I don't mean for the night. I want you to move in with me. I just hate it when you leave. I need you here with me, at home."

I looked into his eyes to see if he really meant it. I couldn't talk so I just nodded and wrapped my arms around him and held him tight. I buried my face in his chest and started to sniffle.

"I hope those are happy tears," Gordie said with a chuckle. I nodded again and he stroked my back and my head. He gave me light kisses on the top of my head and my forehead.

***

The next morning I told my parents that I was moving in with Gordie and they were really happy for us. The four of us went out to lunch to celebrate and Dad picked up the tab.

Afterward, Dad helped Gordie and me load my things into his truck. I didn't really have much: some clothes, my computer, some books and other miscellaneous things.

I put my computer stuff in the office while Gordie moved his clothes around so I could have half of the closet and dresser. After I put away my clothes, I put my alarm clock on the nightstand on my side of the bed along with the book I was reading. I sat down on the bed and looked at the nightstand. This was my nightstand now. On my side of the bed. Our bed.

Gordie came and sat down on the bed next to me. "You okay?" he asked.

"Yeah. I'm great. It's all so perfect... I'm just a little bit scared..."

"I'm scared, too, Clark."

"I don't want to mess it up, Gordie," I said. My eyes teared up a little bit.

"Hey, you're not gonna mess anything up. I know this is new for us, but think about it. We've known each other for years. You're my best friend, Clark... my lover... my partner."

"I love you, Gord."

Gordie kissed me and pushed me down on the bed. We pulled our clothes off as we made out. I whimpered and clutched at his back as he laid on top of me sucking my neck into his mouth, licking and biting and marking me. I shuddered as he moved down my body, his hairy chest tickling my sensitive skin. He licked and teased me before taking me into his mouth. I groaned his name and ran my hands over his short and stubbly hair. He pulled off me and I whimpered. He tongued and sucked each of my balls before moving down. He pushed my legs back and used his thumbs to spread me. I closed my eyes and cried out in pleasure when I felt his tongue touch my sensitive sphincter.

My hands moved to the top of Gordie's head and he moaned as he licked and kissed the sensitive ring of skin. His beard tickled and rubbed me as he moved his face and head around, lapping and prodding at my hole with his tongue. After several minutes, I was writhing around on the bed and I couldn't stand it anymore.

"Make love to me, Gordie, please..."

He pulled his face away and quickly grabbed the lube before returning to me. I watch as he spread the cold liquid between my legs. He pushed in with his finger and quickly added a second. I writhed around on the bed practically in tears I wanted him so bad.

"Please," I begged.

When he finally pushed into me, the head of his cock brushed against my prostate and I moaned loudly.

"Fuck... Clark baby... so good..."

I reached up and pulled Gordie down to me and we kissed. He wrapped his arms around me and held me tight as I wrapped my legs around him. He thrust in and out of me in a steady rhythm, hard and strong.

"Oh, god... so good, Gordie... you're gonna... make... me... come...," I panted.

"Love you, baby... make me come with you..."

I squeezed my ring around Gordie's thrusting shaft and he grunted and cursed loudly, pumping harder and faster. I did it three more times until I lost control and I shouted out his name and my ankles dug into his thighs as my back arched. Gordie thrust hard into me and held still. I felt his cock jerk inside me as it shot its first load. I felt warm liquid pulsing in between our bodies as I climaxed. Gordie grunted with each of his shots until he was finally spent.

Gordie kissed my neck and jawline. He nipped at my earlobe. "I love you, baby, so much."

"I love you, Gord," pushing my lips to his cheek.

"Welcome home, Clark."