Date: Tue, 3 Aug 1999 22:22:00 -0400
From: SoQueer <soqueer@hotmail.com>
Subject: Shadows

This is a work of fiction. I wrote it nearly two years ago just to see if I
could write a story. As always, this story is intended for an adult
audience interested in Gay erotic literature. If you are not of legal
age--that's eighteen in the US--or are offended by depictions of
homosexuality or what homosexuals do when you're not around, then I
strongly request that you find another place to surf. This story remains
the property of the author and may not be reprinted in part or in whole
without my permission.

If you'd like to write me about this or any of my other stories, I'd love
to hear from you. You can email me at soqueer@hotmail.com

Love and a wet kiss, SoQueer..

Shadows
by
Andrew Deyo

Tom took another drag on his cigarette as he stared out the window. He knew
that to anyone in the darkness he'd be just a faint glowing ember in the
distance. His eyes trailed over the house across the street: it's angles
and ornamentation crated odd shadows, some dark, others half there.  In one
of the fainter shadows he could just make out a bit of movement...

He took another drag on the cigarette and strained his eyes to make out the
details. Some one was there alright -- maybe even TWO someones. Tom was
tempted to go dig out the floodlight. "That's give `em a hell of a scare,"
he mumbled to himself.

Just then the full moon came out from behind the clouds. Tom could tell
now that there were definitely two of them, only one was real short,
unless...

"I'll be damned!" he whispered. He cupped his hands around his eyes to cut
the glare. Sure enough, there were two men there, and one of them was going
down on the other one.

Tom felt a familiar fullness spreading in his boxers. He reached down to
adjust himself, but his hand refused to let go. As if with a will of its
own, his hand began massaging the growing lump.

Across the way things were picking up between the two men. The standing man
held his partner by the head and he was pounding his pelvis in the kneeling
man's face.

Without giving it a thought Tom pulled off his boxers. His hard-on was
standing at raging attention. He rapped his fingers tightly around the
pulsing shaft, adjusting his grip to assure himself the maximum
pleasure. The pressure in the dark room began mounting as quickly as it was
across the street. Tom could feel the tension rising -- the yarning for
release was driving him on now, and no force on earth could stop the
explosion from happening.

The standing man suddenly clutched the head of his blower, pulling the
sucking lips even closer to him, and driving his cock deep into the other
man's throat as he shot his wad.

It was to much for him. Tom's cum blasted out, shooting through the screen
and out onto the porch. Again and again, the spasms ran through his
muscles. Sweat poured down his back and down the crack of his ass. He
breathing was deep and quick, and still he came.

Across the street the two men made their way off into the darkness. Only
plain grey shadows and Tom's cum-stained screens testified to their ever
having been there.

And then Tom noticed the faint glow of a cigarette two doors down...and Tom
swore there were streaks running down his screen door, too...