Date: Wed, 28 Aug 2002 01:05:02 -0700 (PDT)
From: einhardno <einhardno@yahoo.com>
Subject: Yearning

PLEASE NOTE: This story is fiction from beginning to
end. The characters don't exist, and the things they
do, never happened.

Yearning (M/t, oral, anal)

by einhard


Jerry unfolded his hands and opened his eyes. It
hadn't worked this time, either. Why were his prayers
never answered? The voices inside his head had an
answer for him: "Because you don't want them to be.
You want it to happen. You desire it! You need it!"

"I don't!" screamed Jerry silently. As if in reply,
images stole into his mind, and his cock responded by
thickening and lengthening. Jerry could almost hear
the voices chuckling softly.

He heard it then. The soft noise of something heavy
landing, catlike, on the small balcony outside his
room. His heart at once started beating frantically.

The smell was intoxicating, even if the man stood all
the way down by the end of Jerry's bed. Jerry always
thought of him as "the man", even though he knew him.
The man was only two years older than himself. No more
than nineteen. Jerry knew his name, too, knew the
place where he worked, where he lived. Yet he was
always "the man". The smell was of lubrication oil, a
little sweat; not stale, but fresh. There was tobacco,
too. And something else, something undefinable. That
smell was the essence of "the man", the thing that
drove his thoughts of sin and damnation out of his
mind the minute he sensed it. It would attack him
sometimes at school, too, and not at times when the
effect was easiest to hide.

The man's belt slapped softly against his body as he
loosened it. Then the familiar sound of denim slidng
against skin. And the smell! Jerry was leaking.

The man came to the side of the bed and threw the
cover aside, revealing the full length of the hugely
erect teenage boy lying in it. He leered lustily, then
crawled onto the bed. As usual, he positioned himself
astride Jerry's body, arching his back to give the boy
an eyeful of the long, elegant cock and the hairless
balls that hung low beneath it. Putting his hands on
the bed, the man knee-walked up, sticking the cockhead
in Jerry's nose. With his hand, he moved it carefully
around, smearing the pre-cum on Jerry's upper lip
before forcing the hard throbber down, pushing at
Jerry's lips. They opened at once, and the thing slid
inside the waiting mouth. Soon, the man was holding
Jerry's head and making fucking motions. Jerry
couldn't help moaning just a little, but checked
himself.

As if of their own volition, his hands moved up to the
back of those steely thighs above him, stroking them,
then up further still, caressing the soft, warm globes
of the man's ass, gliding over them, moving towards
each other, searching for the place where those two
orbs met...

Slap! The man had released Jerry's head,and the sharp
contact with his right hand on Jerry's left burned.
Hastily, Jerry let go of the man's body and lay still,
cringing inwardly.

"I told you! None of that queer stuff, okay?"

Figthing back his tears, Jerry nodded.

"Turn over!"

The man moved away, and Jerry obediently lay on his
stomach.

"You ready for me, like I said?"

"Yes", whispered Jerry.

"Good boy!"

Pride surged in Jerry's chest, and again, the tears
had to be fought back. The man put his hands on
Jerry's hips, raising them slightly off the bed. The
moist anal openinglooked up at him, almost shining in
the reflection of the moonlight.  Jerry, trembling
with shame and anticipation, had lubricated it
liberally only fifteen minutes earler, just before his
prayer session.

There was a short pause, during which the man put on a
condom. He had said he would prefer to do it bareback,
but if cum started trickling out onto the bed while
Jerry was sleeping, somebody would find out. Jerry was
in a panick about that, and the man had agreed to
condoms.

The heat of the man's body on his back was
overpowering. Then the soft pressure against his hole,
the sharp stab of the entry, the stop, the painful,
yet wonderful feeling of the long tube going in, in,
in... There was no longer any "almost" about it. Jerry
was overpowered. As the man quickly got into a rhythm,
pulling out and pushing in, going hard, making Jerry
bounce up and down on the bed - thankfully, the
springs didn't creak - it was all Jerry could do to
reach for his pillow and bury his face in it. The
guttural noises that could no longer be held back were
muffled, and Jerry's hands clenched the big, thick
pillow harder and harder as the tension in his body
and in his groin rose higher and higher and higher...

The man had stopped moving, and was grunting and
twitching on his back. Jerry knew he was ejaculating
inside the condom. What he wouldn't give for the
feeling of that hot, viscous fluid inside him,
directly, with nothing to shield him...

The man pulled out abruptly, painfully, killing every
hope Jerry had of achieving orgasm while that
wonderful thing was still in him.

A couple of times, the man had stayed in bed with
Jerry afterwards, lying beside him, letting him feel
the warmth. Once, he'd even taken him a second time,
with Jerry lying on his side, one leg lifted high and
resting in the man's hand, the other stretched out
fully against the man's leg, Jerry's back and the
man's front in full contact.

But not today. The man was already dressed, and Jerry
only caught a glimpse of him as he jumped out on the
balcony, then stretched to climb up on the roof, which
he would then leave from the side facing the woods. A
short flash of revealed abdomen was Jerry's reward,
the one he would dream about until the next time.

For a minute or two, Jerry just lay there, lost in
thought. Then he quickly stretched out a hand, found a
small towel under his mattress, wiped his asshole,
sniffed the towel briefly and whimpered. Ten seconds
later, he was on his back, the towel on his stomach
and chest, his right hand moving in a blur up and down
his shaft. The explosion was intense, as if all of
Jerry's pain and desire were in it. Actually, some of
it missed the towel altogether and landed right below
Jerry's lower lip. He flicked out his tongue and
caught it.

Five minutes after that, his dick and body wiped dry,
Jerry was on his side, tears rolling. Why did it have
to be this way? Why wouldn't God help him turn away
from this wickedness? Why? Why?

The voices chuckled softly.


This story is copyrighted by me, einhard. (c) 2002.
All rights reserved.

Any comments? Did you like the story? Hate it? You can
mail me at: einhardno@yahoo.com