Lover Boys Forever (5 page)

I mentally shrugged and decided if that was where I was to go then so be it. With this gorgeous man standing bare a
ss naked before me, I didn’t care. I licked my lips wondering what it would be like to sink my tongue between the firm cheeks and into the hair-lined crack.

As if Ripley had been reading my thoughts
, he bent over and pulled apart his ass-cheeks, his long graceful fingers splayed wide on his firm buttocks. I lost my breath again as his small, tight pucker came into view. The object of my adoration stared at me and, looking back, I would swear it had winked at me.

It was at that moment Ripley stood up and turned around. “Like what you see, Brother?” He breathed softly.

How could I not? I thought. Before me stood a man naked as the day he was born with a body like Hercules – well-developed chest, shoulder and arm muscles, thighs as thick as the surrounding trees and sporting a long, thick penis, which was cocked and obviously ready for action.

Ripley took a few steps forward until he was standing right in front of me, his groin level with my face. Bobbing before me, sticking straight out from his flat stomach was his hardened manhood.

I licked my lips. Bouncing around before me, it was so tempting just to take it in my mouth and suck. Instead, I examined Ripley’s throbbing member. Seven inches of solid man-muscle began at its broad base, narrowed slightly to form his long shaft and flared again at his glistening head, which was an angry, purple-red colour.

His member was criss-crossed in blue veins like tributaries to a river
, and he was circumcised, which I found strange yet intriguing. Was Ripley a Jew or was there some other reason for his missing cover?

At that moment, a pearl of pre-cum oozed from his cum-slit. Reaching out
, I took hold of his member, surprised at the weight. A groan escaped his lips as my thumb ran across his head wiping away his discharge.

I leaned forward and planted a kiss on the very tip of Ripley’s elongated manhood. I could taste the sweetness of the pre-cum I had just wiped away and decided there and then that I wanted to taste this man’s creamy flow of life-giving seed.

But not now. Now I needed him to take me and ride me hard. I needed him to pound away the guilt I was feeling, the guilt of committing carnal sin. “Fuck me!” I said squeezing Ripley’s dick and looking up into his spaniel-brown eyes.

He grinned back at me and gently stroked a finger down my cheek. “Well, well,” he smirked, “that ain’t no language for a brother to use.”

“I care not. Just, please, fuck me.”

Throwing back his head, he laughed to the sky, a kind of silvery peal. I squeezed his dick again to remind him I was still there.

Reaching down he grasped me beneath the arms and raised me to my feet, pulling me hard against him. Our lips met once again, and he kissed me longingly, his hand cupping my butt cheeks.

“Ready?” he asked when he surfaced for air, flashing his charming, boyish smile at me. I nodded in answer to his question.

Turning me around, Ripley made me kneel over the trunk of the fallen tree I had previously been sitting on, the grass still damp beneath my knees from the morning’s dew.

Ripley knelt behind me
, and I shuddered like a newborn colt as I felt his hands on my thighs raising my habit. The material felt rough as Ripley pushed it further up my legs until it crested the rise of my buttocks exposing me to the day and to the man I hoped was going to pleasure me beyond belief.

Once my a
ss was in sight, Ripley didn’t waste any time. As great as my need was to be fucked by this man, his need seemed greater. His fingers dug into my hips as his manly knee gently nudged apart my thighs before they travelled softly over the firm flesh of my butt cheeks.

Grabbing my buttocks Ripley dug his thumbs into my crack pulling the firm mounds apart until the guardian of my portal was winking at the brightness of the daylight.

Without hesitating, Ripley smeared goose-fat from a pot he had produced onto my fuck hole, which was aching with anticipation and dread. It had been three years since anything thicker than my fingers had been up me, so I knew this would hurt.

I felt the heat radiating from his cock as he moved forward, slipping his great member between my cheeks, his cockhead lightly touching my guardian sphincter. “Ready, Brother?”

I nodded in answer.

Ripley began his assault on my pink, aching hole. I did my best to help, forcing my hole open trying to help him gain access. James had been wider then Ripley
, so I knew I could take what he had but for the last three years, my butt had been virginal.

Ripley increased the pressure against my ring, forcing the tip of his dick into my rosette. Again, Ripley increased the pressure, his muscular hips pushing his dick forward, the head of his cock forcing apart the walls of my hole.

The pain was excruciating. Sparks of pain like bolts of lightning shot through my body as instinctively my hole tightened and tried to shut out Ripley’s invading monster.

Through the mist of pain, I could feel the hot glands of his cockhead forcing open my sphincter and passing through into my most sacred of chambers. Sweat broke out on my forehead
, and my breath came in huge great gasps as I tried to accommodate the width of flesh that had just broken through my defenses.

I snorted and tossed my head like a stallion as Ripley began his journey up my back passage, his flared cockhead pushing aside the walls of my chute burying his cock inside me.

When he had buried half of his length, he paused. “Get used to that, Brother,” he said, “before I split you apart with the rest.”

Fear coursed through my body tightening my muscles, causing me to grip his cock hard. He let out a soft whimper and jabbed another of his seven inches into me. I panicked and wondered if he would tear me apart.

Just before hysteria set in, reason flooded my mind. James had been thicker than Ripley had and I had taken him without being ripped open so therefore I should be able to accommodate Ripley with ease. I took deep breaths and willed myself to calm down.

Just then, Ripley decided to continue his advance into my a
ss. The mixture of pain and pleasure, which my body felt, soon gave way to pleasure alone as his monstrous cock filled my passage.

I could feel every ridge and hollow of his cock as it moved within me. I thought it was never going to stop. I half expected his cockhead to come out of my mouth so long did it feel.

I gasped in ecstasy as Ripley changed pace from the slow, long drive he had been using to short sharp jabs. Forcing more of his seven inches into me in staccato movements filled me with a pleasure I thought I would never feel again.

This was the first man to take me since James three years ago. Suddenly all the longing and yearnings those years had produced burst from their hiding places and flooded my body like the feelings of ecstasy Ripley was creating. They seemed to attack as a cohesive force taking control of my organs at one singular moment as if they had been waiting for a command and that command had come from Ripley.

I gasped at a particularly vicious lunge by Ripley and brought all my senses to bear on what was happening. James was in the past, as much as I had loved him, he was history; Ripley was the here and now.

I decided to try and make this the best coupling Ripley had had to date, after all I might be paying the ultimate price for it later by leaving the monastery and, when I die, going to Hell; then again after all that James
, and I did I was probably going there anyway.

Ripley was leaning over me, his tongue doing exquisite things to the shell and lobe of my ear as my senses came back to me. I could feel the thickness of his manhood within me from the roundness of his cockhead to the thickness of his base stretching wide my moist manhole.

I squeezed the muscles of my ass hard, taking hold of his member firmly seemingly trying to rip it away from his body. “Fuck me!” I said just loud enough for him to hear, “hard.”

And that’s exactly what he did. Ripley, far from being the angel I had first assumed him to be, became a devil. In one movement, he pulled his member out of me, leaving my hole gaping wide like a tunnel mouth.

It felt strange to be full of a man’s hard rod one moment and then for it to be gone the next. To tell the truth I didn’t like it. I wanted Ripley’s massive flesh pole back where it belonged.

As if reading my thoughts
, that was exactly, what Ripley did. Tearing into my ass with abandon Ripley, his hands on my hips holding me steady, rammed his length back into me, pushing his entire seven inches into me in one go.

I gasped and groaned, gripping the tree beneath me hard, tossing my head back and sucking air, in an effort to remain conscious and not be overwhelmed by the feelings of pleasure radiating out from my a
sshole.

Ripley paused. I could feel his pendulous sack holding his life-giving globes, bouncing against my wide spread cheeks as he ground his thick nest of silky-soft hair against me.

Before long, the holiday was over. Ripley resumed his possession of my body. Moving in me slowly and gently. While it was nice, it wasn’t what I wanted. I wanted it to be as it was with James. “Fuck me, hard!” I said again.

Ripley complied immediately. Stepping up his pace, he began to pound my a
ss, driving his stiff manhood into me; forcing me hard against the tree log with every thrust of his powerful hips.

His swollen manhood seemed to move like lightening within the confines of my tight tunnel, so fast did it move. Pushing repeatedly through my guardian sphincter his hot, throbbing manhood plunged its way in and out of my being, coring open an entrance that I had thought sealed shut forever.

Through the cloud of ecstasy, which was fogging my mind, I could hear the slapping of his loins against my ass, loud, like a clap, as the skin met forcefully. Accompanying the slap of flesh was the slurping and squishing of my ass juices and the groans and moans of a rutting male in the prime of his life.

I knew from those moans, those sounds of bliss and elation that Ripley was nearing his climax. I was undecided – I wanted him to shoot his load into me; I wanted to feel the pulsing of his engorged member and the heat of his man-seed within me. Yet I wanted this to last forever. I wanted to have this man invading my body for as long as possible.

In the end, the decision was taken out of my hands. Within minutes, Ripley increased his pace again, his breathing becoming irregular. Then it happened. Deep within my ass, I felt his cock become stiffer and thicker and knew he was only moments away.

With a bestial roar a lion would have been proud of, Ripley flooded my tunnel. Spasm after spasm wracked his manhood as he blasted forth his man-cream. Ripley continued to fuck me, smearing his love juice over the walls of my a
ss, continually pumping the hot liquid into me. I could feel it blasting all hot and thick and creamy.

Moments after Ripley delivered his present I brought forth a fountain of my own. My member, hard and sensitive as it was after being rubbed forcefully against the coarse cloth of my habit, erupted, spewing my cum all over my groin and soaking the cloth.

Ripley leaned over me; the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest, and the panting of his breath in my ear enough to remind me of the pleasure my body had caused this man. I smiled as he whispered, “Did you enjoy that, Brother?”

“Yes,” I panted, totally exhausted.

That was three days ago. Since then my mind has thought of nothing else. The way he made me feel so good; the coupling and what went on afterward will stay with me for the rest of my days.

But unfortunately, I have seriously sinned to the highest degree yet again. Without doubt, my soul is now lost for all eternity. Surely, there is no way possible for me to now ascend to the kingdom in the sky and take my place in the celestial house of God? God loves a sinner come back to the path of righteousness I know, but this is beyond all reasoning. I am beyond redemption.

And in fact, I have no wish to be redeemed. Reliving the events, I realize I have nothing to feel guilty about. I may have broken my vows for a second time, but what are they but man-made rules. Who says I want to return to the path of righteousness? At present, even though I have sinned grievously, I am happy and content with Ripley. I have Confession this afternoon but I shan’t be divulging anything that happened three days ago.

In fact, immediately after Confession, I have to check on progress at the Batstock Grange – and I am sincerely looking forward to it.

Logan Zachary ([email protected]) lives in Minneapolis, MN. His new book
Calendar Boys
is out, and his stories can be found in dozens of anthologies.

“Last summer at band camp
…” How I hated those words. Ever since that stupid teen sex comedy and all of its sequels, each June when I pack for music camp, I cringe. But this year, I’ve been asked to help teach the students and assist the faculty. This was a huge honor for such a new teacher. Usually I would get odd jobs for the summer painting houses, doing yard work or home repairs to add to the income. So when this job offer came, I jumped on it. My big question was: Who knew me well enough to hire me for the summer?

As I arrived at Camp Allegro, I juggled my three suitcases through the dorm’s doorway. My cut-off shorts and
T-shirt clung to my skin as I walked down the hot, humid hallway to my room. Each camp was a week long. Eight weeks of students, pimple faced music geeks from seventh grade to junior years in high school who wanted to improve their musical skills.

My mind flashed back to my weeks at camp. “Alex Peters, adjust your embouchure like this,” Mr. Brad Ramsey, pressed on my mouth to form my lips into the correct position. His touch burned my skin, and I was instantly hard. He massaged my cheek muscles into a perfect seal on the saxophone’s mouthpiece, how I longed for that seal somewhere else. He puckered up his beautiful mouth in such a way that all I wanted to do was kiss him. How many times had I dreamed about how those luscious lips would feel on mine?

I inhaled and still smelled his cologne, English Leather and him. I licked my lips as I remembered my favorite teacher, Mr. Ramsey. He was my first real schoolboy crush. How many times had I jacked off under the covers thinking of that tuft of hair that would peek out over his open shirt collar? Growing up in a small Minnesota town didn’t allow for a lot of gay exposure.

Inhaling deeply, I swore I could smell him. As if conjuring him from my daydreams, Mr. Brad Ramsey walked out of a dorm room next to mine and stood in front of me. “Alex, you’re here.” His eyes lit up as soon as he saw me. He wore sandals, jean shorts, and a loose necked
T-shirt that showed his furry chest. Gray hair dotted his beautiful pelt, but it looked as soft and thick as I remember.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, setting the suitcases down with a thump. Sweat dripped down my forehead and burned my eyes. I wiped it away and squinted to look at my idol.

“I’ve always taught summer music, don’t you remember? How many years did I teach you?”

“I attended three years of band camp.” I pulled the dorm room key out of my pocket and inserted into the slot.

“See, I knew you’d remember.” Mr. Ramsey pointed to the door. “You’re staying next to me all summer. The dorms are hot some days, but they promised the A/C was new this year, and it would keep these rooms cold all summer. Here, let me help you.” His hairy hand brushed mine as we both reached for the same suitcase.

My hand burned where his skin touched me. I let go of the case and picked up the other two. I pushed the heavy door open and entered my new home. The stale humid air hung in the room.

Mr. Ramsey followed close behind and set the suitcase down on the bed. He flipped a switch on the wall and turned the dial to cold. The A/C fan whirled into life and a cool breeze of air circulated in the cinderblock room.

“Thanks,” I said.

“The showers and the restroom are down the hall two doors from my room. Did you have anything else to carry in?”

“I have one more trip, but I was going to bring that in after supper. I pulled my damp shirt away from body. “I need to unpack and then hit the shower.”

“Need any help?”

Images of him in the shower flooded my mind, of water running over his hairy, naked body, his hands washing me, and my hands washing him. I could feel the erection start to grow as I started to unpack.

“I think I got it; it shouldn’t take too long. I didn’t bring much.”

Mr. Ramsey smiled and stepped back to the door. “Well, I need to hit the shower before supper
, too. Where are you eating? Maybe we can meet up? Catch up on life and grab a pizza and a few beers?”

“Cool, I should be ready in an hour? Is that too long?”

He shook his head, “Perfect, knock on my door when you’re ready to go.”

“Okay,” I said, as he left my room. I ripped open the suitcases and jammed all my clothes and stuff into the dresser’s drawers. I wanted to shower next to him. I frantically looked for my towel. “Shit, shit, shit.” I left my sheets and towels at home.

I kicked the door between our rooms. I’m sure during the school year the door could open up for a student suite if needed.

“Alex? Is everything okay?” Mr. Ramsey’s called from the other side of the double door.

I heard him unlock his side and open his door. I closed my eyes and shook my head, as I walked to my door. I unlocked and opened it. I forced a smile.

“Is something wrong?” concern came into his voice.

“I forgot my towels and sheets.”

Mr. Ramsey turned and opened his closet. He pulled out two towels, a hand towel, a wash cloth, and a set of blue cotton twin sheets. He handed me the pile. “Will this help?”

The scent of English Leather rose from the linens, as I savored each deep breath I took. My eyes stared at the tuft of graying hair that escaped from his collar, my hands didn’t register how soft and thick the cotton towels were. All I noticed was his smell and his tuft of hair.

“I can’t …”

“Just use them until you get yours. It’s not a problem. I have extra.”

“Thanks,” I said, stepping back into my room. I closed the door and just inhaled over and over again, his scent. I doubted I’d get any sleep in these sheets to night. I kicked off my sneakers and pulled off my damp socks. I pulled off the rest of my clothing and dropped them into a pile in the closet. I wrapped the cotton towel around my body and felt my hard
-on swell to full length.

I hated to get the clean towel dirty with my sweat, but I needed a fix of Mr. Ramsey. The soft cotton rubbed against my sensitive cock
, and I was afraid I’d shoot a load. I stroked myself as I pressed one end of the towel into my mouth. The scent of Mr. Ramsey curled up my nose making all of my nerve endings tingle. I flopped down on the bare mattress and felt the cool air blow over my damp body. I stroked my cock up and down. The other hand reached between my legs and grabbed my low hanging balls. I rolled them like dice in my hand. One finger extended and brushed against my hole.

My head fell back on the bed and rubbed the cotton towel all over me. My balls rose
, and I knew this wasn’t going to take long. My finger touched my tight opening as my other hand worked the wet swollen tip of my cock. The explosion hit my chin, and I ripped the towel away before any more cum streaked across it. Wave after wave came out of me. I squeezed the head and milked out all the rest. My cock was too tender to touch and still fully erect. I waited a few minutes for my body to return to normal. I wrapped the towel around my waist and grabbed my shampoo bottle.

As I entered the rest room, I heard a shower turn off. I found an open stall and jumped inside. I threw the towel over the bar and turned the water on as hot as it would go. The cold spray turned hot in a few seconds. I stepped under the spray and rinsed everything down the drain. Shampoo foamed and flowed over me, as I washed.

A shadow walked past my stall, and it looked like Mr. Ramsey’s silhouette. Peeking from behind the curtain, I saw it was Mr. Ramsey. He had a towel slung around his hips. The fabric clung to his ass and slipped into his crease. His stocky, hairy legs showed powerful muscles. He had a little extra around the middle, but not bad for a middle aged man.

I finished rinsing the soap off my body. I turned off the water and grabbed the towel. I dried quickly to be able to join Mr. Ramsey at the sinks. Pushing the curtain back, the metal loops sounded over the metal bar.

Ramsey looked over his shoulder and saw me standing there. “Nothing feels better than a good hot shower.” He looked at me as I approached. He looked down at my towel. “I was looking for you, because I … ah … need to cancel supper tonight. Sorry.” He looked down at my towel and stepped back. “I’ll catch you later.”

I watched as Mr. Ramsey collected his things and headed back to his room. I savored the sight of his ass as he walked away. My arousal returned quickly, and I turned to look into the mirror. That was when I noticed the streak of cum across my lap, the line of cum that clung to the towel. Had Mr. Ramsey seen that? How could he have missed it? No wonder he canceled supper.

Classes started at eight o’clock Monday morning. I stared in the low brass room, but ended up being assigned to work in the woodwind’s room and help the students. Mr. Ramsey ran in and out, teaching and lecturing, helping students with the flute and saxophone. I floated around the room coaching the section leaders, answering questions, and demonstrating techniques.

The week flew by
, and the Friday afternoon event was the concert for the students to show all that they have learned. After the concert, the parents took their children home, and the staff had the weekend off until Sunday afternoon, when the new batch of students arrived. And the whole week started all over again.

Despite having a room next to Mr. Ramsey, after the first day together, I didn’t see much of him. The first weekend went by quickly
, and I didn’t have time to be bored. The second week flew by, and after the last student left the building, I returned to my room. Should I go out or call it an early night? I didn’t know what sounded better as I unlocked the door. Flipping the lights on, I saw something on my bed.

A cream colored envelope rested on top of a big box. The paper was thick and carried a fancy watermark. Alexander Peters was inscribed in gold on the envelope in Old English letters.

I picked it up and turned it over. My finger flipped the back flap open, and I pulled out a formal invitation.

Mr. Alexander Peters

Your presence is requested for The Masked Ball

10:00 P.M. Friday Night in Room 213 Verdi Hall

Formal attire provided and required.

On the back of the invitation, I noticed something handwritten. “Alex, Wear only the items in the box. Do not add any extra items.” I opened the box. A black leather mask sat in the center of a carefully folded black hooded robe. A small, black G-string rested on the bottom.

I picked up the satin material and rubbed it between my fingers. What did this mean? I could feel my body respond. My cock started to swell, as my balls rolled in my shorts. A mask, a robe, a G-string, and nothing else. What kind of Masked Ball was this? Like Verdi’s opera, The Masked Ball, or something else. From my body’s response, I figured it was something else.

I glanced at my watch and saw that I had a few hours before the ball began. I went out for supper, but found I was too excited to eat. I picked at my food, returned to the dorm, took a shower and waited. Time seemed to drag on forever. In my concern and nervousness, I had to take a second shower before ten. Finally, it was quarter to ten; I figured I could get ready. I slipped out of my sweats and slipped on the G-string, I was instantly hard as the satin pouch cupped my junk. The string rode between my ass cheeks
, and I had to adjust it so it didn’t cut into me.

The A/C worked well and Goosebumps rose over my body as I donned the robe. I figured sandals would be okay to add to the outfit, since I didn’t want to go barefoot, but they would be easy to remove if needed. I slipped the leather mask on my face and flipped the hood down over my head. I doubted anyone would know who I was if they saw me walking across a vacant campus in the dark. I took the invitation with me as if I needed it as a ticket for admission.

The walk across campus was creepy, shadows danced around the lights that lit the walkways, the gentle night wind rustled the robe, and my almost naked state made me vulnerable.

The door was unlocked as I pulled on the handle
, and I walked up the marble steps to the second floor. My footfalls echoed in the dim hallways. No one was around. As I neared Room 213, panic threatened to take over, but my cock was still hard, excited to see what was happening.

A red ribbon was tied to the door handle, and I pulled it open. The door opened silently as I entered. I walked down the aisle and saw a single spotlight shining down from the ceiling to the center of the stage. I saw a red ribbon tied to the railing of the staircase on the side of the stage.

As I walked to the stage, I didn’t see anyone in the audience. All the seats were empty. I stood at the edge of the stage and saw a chair was just outside the circle of light. I looked around and still didn’t see anyone. Another red ribbon dangled from the chair. I took that to mean come up on the stage. I headed up the stairs and stepped into the darkness at the side of the stage.

Still no one appeared. I slipped out of my sandals, stepped into the center light, and felt the warmth of the beam. I stood there facing the audience and waited.

Nothing.

Maybe I was supposed to sit down. I stepped back to the chair and set the invitation on it. Was I supposed to play something? Clarinet? Flute? I walked around the chair, looking for an instrument, for any clue of what I was supposed to do.