Message-ID: <154312Z27101994@anon.penet.fi> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: an41470@anon.penet.fi (M. Knight) X-Anonymously-To: alt.sex.stories Organization: Anonymous contact service Reply-To: an41470@anon.penet.fi Date: Thu, 27 Oct 1994 15:37:27 UTC Subject: "Stalked!" (M/M) Lines: 448 The following story involves two males participating in consensual sexual activity. If that's not your thing, leave now. This work of fiction may not be published in any form for commercial purposes without my written consent. You may distribute it as you wish with the header intact, but don't change anything. The copyright resides with the author at an41470. Because sending out copies of past stories involving Alex cuts into the time I spend writing these tales, I will not answer requests for reposts or for sending them to you personally. Post your request to the list and maybe some kind soul will help you out. I welcome all comments and encouragement is especially welcome. (That's what keeps me writing these.) Another Day in Alex's Sex Life: "Stalked!" by Mitchell Knight "Alex, the phone's for you!" my mom yelled up the stairs. "Okay, I got it," I shouted back, picking up the receiver next to my bed. "Hello?" I heard a click as she hung up the other end and then a silence. "Hello?" I repeated. Silence. "Alex," a familiar voice stated. "Yes," I answered, searching my memory for the last place I'd heard this voice before. "Alex, I need you," he whined. Gary! "How did you get my number?" "I miss you. I want you in my life." "What are you talking about?" "I love you. I watch our tape every night and cry because you aren't there. Can I see you?" "No. Unless you want to watch us again, leave me alone." "I don't want that. I want more. I want you as my lover. I--" "Forget it. Don't call here." "Alex, don't you understand? I love you." "You don't even know me. Now leave me alone, and don't ever call me again," I repeated and hung up. I wondered briefly how he'd gotten my phone number but decided as long as I didn't hear from him again, I didn't care. A couple of days later I knew that I was going to have to deal with the Gary situation one way or another. In the mail was a letter from him in which he continued to tell me how miserable he was and how he wanted me to come live with him and that he'd leave his wife, and all sorts of other ridiculous things. There was also a picture of me taken as I came out of school. After burning the letter and its contents, I sat back and thought about how I would get rid of him. I called up his voice mail and told him to get a life and stop bothering me. "Oh, dude, you're in trouble," was Kent's response after I told him about the phone call and the letter. "There's nothing you can do." "I know. I can't call the police or tell anybody but you about him because of what we did. I just hope he gets the message and doesn't call any more. I don't know how I would explain him to my parents." "Good luck." As I was walking out to my car after work Wednesday night, Gary popped out from the shadows beside the door. "I told you to leave me alone!" I snapped. "These are for you," he said, pulling a bouquet of roses out from behind his back. "I don't want them. Look, our deal is over. I don't ever want to see you again." "Alex, you don't understand. Our love is the kind that people only find once in their life. We can't just throw it away. We--" "I don't love you!" "You don't know it yet, but you will. I love you, and right now that's enough. Come away with me. I'll give you everything you've ever wanted." He stepped into the light then to grab my arm, and I saw that he hadn't shaven for a few days, and his trim mustache was looking just as bad. "Don't you get it? I'm only sixteen years old. I'm not interested in you at all. We did some stuff, and now that's all over. You got what you wanted. I got what I wanted. Leave me alone!" I pulled away from him and started purposefully towards my car. "Alex, no! Look, just...just..." I got out my keys and fumbled for the right one as he came up behind me. "There's a party. This Friday. Will you go with me to it?" he finally spit out. I turned around and gave him an angry stare. "If I go with you to this party, do you promise you'll leave me alone after that?" I asked. "Yes! Yes! I promise." "Okay. Pick me up in the parking lot here." "Nine o'clock." I nodded. "Oh, thank you, Alex. Thank you. This will be so much fun." He gave me a quick kiss on the cheek; the stubble brushed against my skin. Then he turned and ran to his car. Thinking the whole time that this was probably a mistake, I met Gary in the parking lot at nine. When I got into his car I noticed that he was clean shaven and his hair was still a little damp. He flashed me a bright smile before I closed the door, and the light went out. "I'm so happy to see you," he said. "Here, this is for you." He reached into the back seat and handed me a rose. "Thanks," I answered half-heartedly. "Is something wrong?" he asked. "Nothing other than the obvious." He just shrugged this comment off and responded with, "This party will cheer you up. You'll see." His hand gripped mine tightly for a second. Then he started up the car and pulled out of the parking lot to head for an old apartment building on the south end of town. His hand returned to my lap to clasp mine throughout the whole trip. He babbled on some more about how happy he was to see me, but I just tuned him out. I assumed that the person who greeted us at the door to this party was a man, but he was dressed in outrageous drag with heavy fake eyelashes, dark rouge and brilliant lipstick. He wore a tight pink evening gown with sequins sewn around the collar. "Come on in, dahlings. Gary, wherever did you find such a beautiful date?" he asked, swooping in to give Gary a couple of kisses on the cheeks. "Oh, around..." "And what is your name, you beautiful strapping young man?" the queen asked. "Alex," I answered. "Alex. Do you mind if I call you Alexander? You can call me Veronique." I shrugged as he swept us into the warm apartment. There was already quite a crowd of people there. Some were dressed casually while others were done up more like Veronique. I immediately noticed a tall, thin man standing by the window sipping a drink by himself and merely watching the crowd. His dark eyes caught mine, and he raised an eyebrow, but then someone stepped between us, and I couldn't see any more. Gary gently tugged me along with him to sit on the couch. His hands were picking at his clothes while he looked around. "I didn't really expect this," he confessed. "But we can make the best of it. Would you like a drink?" I shook my head. "Okay, I won't have one either. "Veronique is someone that I know from work. He figured out a while ago that I was...this way, and he's been inviting me to go out with him, but this is the first time I actually accepted." He pulled my hand into his and rubbed my skin for a while. His nervous attitude was really starting to get to me. I was actually glad when Veronique whirled into view again. "Gary, what are you doing? Get up and mingle. Let me introduce you to some people. You will have fun if it takes every ounce of strength in my delicate little body." Veronique pulled Gary up by the arm and tugged him along. He tried to take me along, but I slipped away, sensing my opportunity to be free of him for a while. I headed over towards the window but wound up bumping into the man with the black hair who I'd seen when I'd first entered. "Hi," he greeted. He extended a thin, pale hand. I took his cool hand and gave it a quick shake. "My name's Karl. And you are?" "Alex." "You're a little young to be here with someone like him, aren't you?" he asked. I nodded. "So what are you doing with him then?" Feeling I had nothing to lose, I went ahead and told him the whole story. He listened without saying a word, and something in his dark brown eyes made me think that I could trust him. "You don't really think he's going to let you go after tonight, do you?" Karl asked after I'd finished. "Well...I hope he does. I can't really think of anything else to do." "I think I can help you, if you're willing to come with me," he said. I didn't answer him as I wondered what this complete stranger would do to me if I went alone with him somewhere... "You don't need to worry. I'm not going to hurt you. Just come back to my apartment. I'll explain on the way." I shrugged and nodded. "Good." He went to the door and headed out. I followed. "Do you believe in psychic phenomenon?" he asked as we drove to his apartment. "Yes," I answered. "What about witches?" "You mean like the kind that fly around on broomsticks?" I asked. "No, not really," he answered with a chuckle. "A more modern day kind of witch. Like I consider myself to be a witch. A male witch with the powers and knowledge to cast spells. Do you believe that's possible?" "I guess." "I can prove it to you tonight by casting a spell on this man who has become so enamored of you." "What kind of spell?" I asked. He pulled up in front of an old house with lights on in the downstairs windows. We got out of the car and headed for the stairs on the side before he answered my question. "A simple spell. One that will make him lose all interest in you, but I'll need your help." "Anything, as long as it will work," I answered. There was something about his manner that made me believe he actually had some sort of powers that would make a spell work. It was definitely worth a try. We headed up the stairs to the side door. He opened it and a heavy incense smell greeted my nostrils as we entered the dark room. He walked farther into the room, and I heard a match strike, followed quickly by a small light. "Come in and close the door." I closed it and cautiously slid forward, careful not to trip over anything. He was lighting white candles all about the room. In the center of the room were large red velvet cushions. A faint white pentegram was sketched on the wood floor around them. I watched as he lit an incense stick and placed it in a burner. Its scent soon overpowered the lingering smell from many other burnings. Karl donned a white silk robe with a cowl and red symbols sewn into the fabric. He took a piece of chalk and a small bottle of yellow oil. "The attachment he has to you is one of a sexual nature, so that's the tie we need to break. In order to do that I'm going to have to harness your sexual energy and use it in the spell." "What does that mean?" I asked. "You need to take off your clothes, and I'll show you." He said this all with absolute seriousness, so I didn't think this was any kind of ploy to get me into bed. Again it seemed like he really believed in his own abilities and was only trying to help me. I pulled off my shirt and let it fall to the floor. After unlacing my shoes I slipped out of them and my socks. I hesitated slightly at the button of my pants, but soon I was undoing that and sliding them down along with my jockey shorts. My cock was lengthening slightly as I stood in the cool apartment with this witch's eyes upon me. "I can see why his attraction was so strong to you. You're very good looking," he complimented. I blushed. "Thank you." "Now lay down on the cushions. I'm going to draw a pentagram to protect us while I work the spell." The soft fabric caressed the skin of my back and buttocks as I lay down on the smooth pillows. Karl started at my head and started drawing the large pentagram in the faded lines on the floor around me all the while murmuring under his breath. Finally he brought it to a close with both of us inside. Then he sat down at my feet and opened the bottle of oil. "Now I just need you to relax and let things happen. Don't fear anything that you feel or try to stop the spell while I'm casting it. I'll be summoning your sexual energy and then directing it towards helping you. That's all." I nodded. He poured some of the oil on his fingers and then slowly brought them to the head of my dick. I sighed softly at the delicate cool touch of his slippery fingers on my sensitive tip. After an initial tensing of my muscles, I completely relaxed as his long fingers slowly worked the oil into the head of my dick and then started working down the shaft. I became hard immediately and started pushing up with my hips to get more of that oil on my cock. "Relax," he whispered, pressing down on my abdomen with his other hand. I closed my eyes and let my hips fall back against the cushions. He started stroking up and down on my rigid cock, a pleasant warm sensation spreading out from my groin to my belly. He slowly spread my legs to move up closer to my body. His other hand started moving in circles around my navel before working up to my nipples. He lightly tweaked each one as he continued to slowly stroke my erection. The oil had slid down to my balls and he lightly massaged that in, pulling gently on my sack and caressing the nuggets within. A long cool finger traced up the underside of my cock along the thick vein until he reached the head where he moved in tiny circles all around the spongy flesh there. Not able to contain myself anymore, I started squirming as these intense sensations engulfed my body. It felt like his hands were everywhere on me at the same time: caressing my nipples. stroking my chest, jacking me off, in my anus, and rubbing my legs. I didn't open my eyes for fear I would break this illusion. The pressure built within my groin until he suddenly thrust forward with his finger in my anus while his hand increased its tempo on my erection. I couldn't hold back and spurt again and again on to my belly and chest. I opened my eyes then and gazed into Karl's face. He merely nodded at me. "Just lay back for a while," he urged. I was breathing hard, my chest rising and falling in rapid pace with the gleaming streaks of semen on it. His index finger traced mystic symbols in the pools of semen and then he brought his cool lips to my forehead for a chaste kiss. I heard him whisper more incoherent words before he stood up and broke the pentegram. "Just lay there until it dries and then get dressed. I'll give you a ride home." I don't know whether magic was really worked there that night or not. All I know is I had a very incredible sexual experience, and Gary never did bother me again, so all in all it was worth it. The End ------------------------------------------------------------------------- To find out more about the anon service, send mail to help@anon.penet.fi. Due to the double-blind, any mail replies to this message will be anonymized, and an anonymous id will be allocated automatically. You have been warned. Please report any problems, inappropriate use etc. to admin@anon.penet.fi.