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as you enjoy tonight's show. So tonight we have a
little male or male fantasy. I haven't done one of
these in a while, so it's way past time. Jake
is returning for his high school reunion, back to the
small town he left so many years ago, Back to
the town he turned his back on, back to the
man who showed him what sex was all about. But
what awaits him when he gets back there. He has
avoided this for so long. Other reasons he left still valid.
It had taken Jake months to convince himself to return home.
For his high school reunion. The old place had so
many bittersweet memories, moments of absolute joy and ecstasy, and
some of the darkest memories of his life, moments where
he just wanted his grave to open up and take
him now. Although no one else probably remembered, many times
he relived these darkest moments, they shaped his world. They
were the reason he left, the reason he had never
returned until now. His hands itched incredibly as they made
the last call for the flight. They had been calling
it for the past thirty minutes or so, and he
sat not twenty feet away from the boarding desk, yet
struggled to stand, struggled to pull his boarding pass from
his travel wallet, fought like hell with himself to pass
it to the young lady smiling at him across the desk.
Every step onto the plane was a battle, and once
he was actually in his seat, he fastened his seat
belt in the hope that it would stop him leaving.
He had to do this. It's funny how the journey
back seemed to traverse time so easily. This journey couldn't
be measured in miles, only in years, twenty to be precise,
twenty years since he turned his back on the demons
that lived in the backwaters of this town, hidden behind
mass of faux smiles and support, a town full of
demons and hell. The roar of the plane shattered his
stroll down memory lane, the feeling in Jake's gut spreading
as gravity pressed down on him, the pressure of his
past making him feel sick. As he closed his eyes,
determined to benefit from the three hour flight, his past returned,
determined and vicious. For all the good memories he had,
they led to that one moment, his future overshadowed by
such a short period of time. Here he was flying
straight back into that darkness? Was he mad? Was his
pure insanity? Why could he not just let it go? Dark?
Visions flickered through his mind as he attempted sleep that house,
the jetty that night, returning to his mind again and again.
The closer he came to his destination, the more it
raised in his mind. Ominous and dark. There was a sound,
a noise, the feeling of dropping, and then the gentle
screech of wills as the plan landed at the airport. Determinedly,
Jake refused to open his eyes. If he didn't open them,
it wasn't real, right, right, he wouldn't be here. The
damn pilot announced over the tunney that they had arrived.
He even told them the fucking weather so much that
idea the plane lights flickered on. It was still four
am and dark outside. Jake had planned to arrive when
there was no one else around. He could travel to
the hotel quietly, sleep for a few hours before he
revisited some of his past, and then, of course, there
was a reunion itself tonight. He would bury this for
once and for all. The journey through the airport was brief,
the uber journey to the hotel even briefer. This town
was just not that big, certainly not that big to
cast this larger shadow over his life. In a zombie
like state, he checked into the hotel, collected his key card,
found his room, and dumped his bags on the sofa
before collapsing on the bed. And then and then he
breathed out, not really recalling when he'd actually breathed in.
His eyes closed as sleep gripped him, dragging him into slumber,
not affording him the chance to shower or change. The
sound of traffic shook him awake. It had been so
long since he'd been woken by traffic so close to
his bed. Damn, you had forgotten how intrusive that was.
It honestly felt like it was in the room with him.
His eyes shot open and he stared at the ceiling fan,
worring slowly. God, it felt like the same room all
over again. He could almost feel Marcus next to him again,
their hands meshed tightly together. A zenna has trembled. There
was no doubt about the attraction. They had both noticed it.
It had to be their secret. Though they were both
in the football team, both their families were well respected
members of the church. They both had girls who everyone
assumed they would marry. There is only so long you
can deny yourself, though, so long you can deny your desires,
your passions, your love. That night in the hotel room
wasn't only about letting them denial go. It wasn't only
about lifting their inhibitions. It was about becoming the men
they should be. Jake turned on his side, his fingertips
brushing over Marcus's chest through his shirt. Marcus moaned gently
as his nail circled that erec nub that stood proud
against the material and Jake pulled it tightly, Marks his
hips lifting in response to the electristic pulsing through its body.
Jake watched in fascination as a beautiful response consumed Marks
his body. Something ached in him as he watched, more
than the burning sensation in his stiff cock, more than
the fire that burned in his already tight balls. He
could only describe it as a need for satisfaction, not
just to come or to spill his seed, but to
share their energy, to melt into each other, to become
as one. Slipping his fingers through the buttons, Jake popped
each one slowly, his cock throbbing harder each time. As
Marks his chest became more exposed to his lustful gaze.
Sliding the shirt to one side, Marcus invited him further,
wanting the sensation of his lips over his aching pink nipples,
his breath taunting his desire. Running his fingers through Jake's hair,
he pulled his lips tight against his chest, his tongue
voraciously exploring that burning numb of lustful electricity. Marcus's hips
pushed against his pelvis with a desperate need, the heat
of his throbbing cock burning through his denim connected with
Jason sent a wild pulse of pleasure through his whole body. Desperately,
his hand pushed over the ripple of Markus's stomach, Finding
the buttons of his genes, he released each one. Finally,
his erection pushed beyond the denim. Jake's hand caressed it,
felt every nerve as it trembled to his touch. The
blood pulsing inside it synchronized with the beat of his
own heart. The gentle thudding sensation pulsing into shakes bulls
every pulse, forcing his cock to swell that bit further,
to burn that a little bit more. Standing up lust
forced him to pull marx His jeans off and throw
them across the room, quickly followed by his own. As
he lay himself over Marx, his naked body pressing his
tense thigh between Marx's legs, he gyrated his hips over Marx,
his firm thighs, rubbing his cock up and down his
leg the sensation of the rough skin burning at the
sensitive head of his cock. Tensing the muscles of his
own thighs, he pressed them along Marxy's erection, feeling it
tremble against him, sent electricity through his body marchis pushed
his hips up, meeting the ever increasingly urgent thrust. Movement
for movement, thrust for thrust. They shared the passion between them,
their bodies sliding so easily over each other, until, with
one thrust, their cots met for the first time, pressing
along each other. The sensations moving through each of them
were excruciatingly beautiful. Their bodies raptured in pleasure as their
fingers dug into each other's asses, desperately pulling at the
soft flesh, forcing their bodies tighter against each other, their
hips bucking in perfect time as their eyes met, holding
their gazes. The passion spreading between them was undeniable, planting
their lips together, the hunger in their breath burning along
their tongues as they entwined. Jake could feel it marks
his orgasm swelling in his cock. The sensation trembled into
his own cock, forcing his orgasm to rise. The warm
caress of their moved between them as they erupted in sinchronity,
spreading their come over their stomachs, Panting gently, their gazes
held while they enjoyed the afterca of pleasure, A gentle
throbbing the cocoon their bodies as they melted into one.
Jake's eyes opened as his cock irrupted in the tight
embrace of his fingers, his cum spilling over his stomach
as he lost himself in the intensity of the memory,
squeezing the last pulses have come from his cock. His
body writhed gently under his touch. He watched the movement
of the ceiling fan, just as he had all those
years ago, wondering what next, the pleasure moving through him
proving beyond doubt there was no going back. Things had
changed forever he had changed. Jade didn't know how long
he lay, therefore, it might have been an hour, maybe three.
Eventually he found his way to the shower, cleansed himself
of everything before he dressed and left the hotel. The
house he was raised in was only a few blocks away,
and with time to kill before the reunion, this was
another demon he could well do with burying while he
was here. He'd like to say the old house hadn't changed,
but much like the relationship between him and his parents,
the house had deteriorated to the point of collapse. He
knew his parents had passed a few years ago. He
never went to their funeral. They had cut it out
completely before he left, not willing to acknowledge he was
still breathing. It was strange, but looking at the house,
he felt absolutely no emotion. He thought he might care
or be upset. As it was, he felt empty and
hollow just looking at the building. His old bedroom still
seemed to be painted in the same color as when
he had left, probably even had his old posters on,
But yet he felt nothing. Continuing to walk through the town,
he eventually found the old Boathouse. Well, that's what they
had called it when they were teenagers. It was a
house that backed onto the river that passed through the town,
and it had its own jetty, which wasn't that unusual.
It harkened back to a time when this town had money,
when this town had success. However, this particular house happened
to be empty and derelict. Like many other houses in
the town would become. This one's better days were far
behind it. The town had been built on iron, but
as a manufacturer of cars had declined, it did nothing
but rust. Many families ending up in equity traps. Couldn't
leave to get another job, couldn't afford to stay the
houses they owned, not worth the debt of the bank,
and with little work in the town, it had become
a haven for the forgotten minority. God was the currency,
and everyone subscribed to that, praying for a better day,
a richer day. It was exactly that closed mind attitude
that made him leave in the first place. Bigots, every
single one of them. The old jetty still extended out
into the river. The fragrance of the salt sea air
danced around him as he walked over the creaking timbers,
the smell and the sound flooding his mind with so
many memories. His eyes scanned the jetty. The old lobster
cage still hung from the wood, perfect for cooling beer
in the water on a summer's day. The long summer's
afternoon had drifted away beautifully. Here, music dancing through the air,
the laughter of friends, and that warm sun has seemed
to scorch your skin. When he rose out of the
water from a swim, Jade loved that river. So many
summer afternoons had been spent drifting on it with a raft,
swimming across it, or just messing about in it. The
fact was, when he left, it was about the only
thing he missed, especially after everything that had happened here.
He truly fell that most of his growing up had
been done at this jetty, the first time he touched
the girl, intimately the first time he tried weed, drank beer.
He was right here that he saw Marcus for the
first time. He didn't know he was gay until that moment,
until he saw him rise from the river, the water
dripping from his body in the afternoon sun. His cock
teasing against his way at shorts sent a wave of
fantasies moving through him. He never even knew he had
desire that sent fireworks exploding in his mind as he
watched him move on to the jetty. God, he wanted him.
He had believed he was straight. He had believed he
was straight and things would get better as he and
Claire got to know each other. He had spent that
night with Claire. They had fucked until the morning, something
they never did. His cock had been so damn hard
and all night while he was inside Claire pounding her
innocent pussy, all he could think of was being inside Marcus.
He could almost look down and see him right there.
At one point in the night, he had rolled Claire
over and taken her from behind. His gaze watched her
ass as he hammered inside her, her body trembling under
the pounding of his cock, And all he could see
was Marcus's ass, trembling as he floated. It got. He
came so hard that night, so many times, Claire could
barely walk the next morning, when she looked at him,
cock eyed, he tried to remember what he had said.
His mind had been awashed with thoughts of Marcus, so
there was no guarantee he didn't say something stupid. But
even now his cock throbbed at the thought. His body
had been filled with the passion, a passion that would
never leave him, a passion that would not be satisfied.
Watching the sun dip over the wide river, the breeze
carried the strong fragrance of the sea air, somehow made
stronger by the dusk, the salty around the circle, Jake
embraced him in those memories, sealed them in. Leaving the
river behind him, Jake was aware he was procrastinating. Now
he was gone seven and the reunion had already started.
He had come all this way, He had to finish it.
The walk to the reunion was only five minutes Nothing
was ever far in this town, not far enough as
far as Jake was concerned. Music pumped through the walls
of the old schoolhouse. As he walked up the drive.
The shingle crackled under his feet. Eventually he approached the
old wooden doors. Light flickered around the frame, somehow, making
it pulse with life, as if the schoolhouse itself throbbed
with life. He had no intention of being here long.
Deliver the message and go, he reminded himself. Pushing the
doors open, light flooded the path, engulfing Jake as he
walked into the hall. The music seemed to mark every
step of his feet, as if it were announcing his arrival.
Some of the faces stared, recognizing Jake from all those
years ago, from that night when everything changed. The crowds,
such as it was, parted as he walked toward the stage.
They would have an awards ceremony this evening, what for
it was twenty years ago. At least the ones that
deserved the awards for leaving this god forsaken place would
not be here. This lot was just trying to make
themselves feel better that they had screwed their lives up
by staying Within minutes, he was transported back twenty years.
He stood before Marcus, who seemed smaller, slighter than he
was all that time ago. Although his long, dark hair
had been cut back and he was graying, he looked attractive.
He still made Jake's cock go hard at the sight
of him. Jake cursed his body for its own weakness.
He couldn't deliver the message here, not now, not with
an erection pushing at his pants. He would hardly have
the same effect with a damn hard on pressing on
his jeans. Marcus turned and saw Jake for the first time.
His faded eyes lit up as if genuinely happy to
see him. He grinned from ear to ear and opened
his arms wide, inviting him into a hug. Jake could
remember that chest, and how comforting it felt, how tempting
it was just to step forward and collapse into his arms,
to be his pathetic little Jake again. He just couldn't
do it. He wouldn't do it. That sacrifice had cost
him everything all those years ago. It would never cost
him another penny. The fire burned between them as their
gaze is locked, electricity burning in the air as attention
from all those years ago sprung to life. Jake couldn't
help it, despite everything that had been His eyes drifted
lower and settled firmly on Marcus, his swollen cock, the
bulge in his pants as impressive now as it was
then as life changing. Why on earth did he command
so much attention from Jake? It made no sense. He
literally felt on the edge of coming just watching him,
just being stood in his presence. He came here to
put his demons to bed, and all they were doing
was running ragged over him. This was not going to plan.
He took a determined stepped forward, holding his breath, he
simply whispered the jetty ten minutes. They held each other's
gazes for long moments, the tension burning between them twenty
years echoed through the hall. Twenty years held everyone's breath
in the hall, watching, waiting. Their lips seemed to tremble,
as if there were something they needed to do, but
both were restrained. Both men looked, unsure of their position.
Jake turned and walked out of the room, deliberately not
looking back, deliberately ignoring this burning sinners between his thighs,
the damn fucking ache that would just not go the
cold night air, bit welcomingly at his body, clearing his mind.
Although the ache was still there, Although he was more
than aware of his erection pushing at his pants, he
had it at least under control. His thoughts were his
own again and not dictated by his lust filled cock.
Looking up at the moon that hung idly in the sky,
Jake began to doubt the wisdom of this whole plan.
Why the hell was he doing this? Because it has
screwed up your life ever since, a voice replied from
deep within his mind. Walking through the empty streets back
to the boat house, the dim street lights doing little
to improve his mood. Approaching the front yard to the
old house, it suddenly seemed a lot gloomier the memories
of parties life. In truth, it was a broken shell
of a house that happened to back onto the river.
The gentle sounds of the river kissing the jetty posts
drifted through the air. An old ship's bell chimed. No
one had ever managed to find it. That said, no
one had ever had enough enthusiasm to have a really
good look. The moon kissed the river as he walked
along the jetty, the timbers creaking somehow louder in the
dark of the night, squeezing his hands tightly and then
releasing them to let go of some of the tension.
He took a deep breath of the salt laden air.
It smelled exactly the same as it had the night
he left, The night he stood on this very jetty
and confronted Marcus. The night he was never told the truth.
Tonight he would get the truth that he would make
sure of. The timbers creaked behind him. Without turning, he
could sense Marcus's arrival. His cock grew rigid at his
very presence. Fuck, he wanted more control than this turning.
The moon glistened in their eyes. The fire kindled that
had been simmering for twenty years. Jake tensed and released
his hands, slowly preparing to speak. So what will happen
between Jake and Marcus? How will this tension play out
between them? Well, you're just going to have to tune
in next week to discover more. So until then, and
always with your pleasure in mind, this is Devil and
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