LOGINAfter 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
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
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. "D
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
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 co
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 hi
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
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
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
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







