Date: Fri, 31 Dec 2010 16:04:35 -0800 (PST) From: Trent Studemeier Subject: The Last of the Chasers part 1 Disclaimer: This is a completely fictitious work of fantasy that contains adult relations between consenting adult men. It is not intended to be viewed by minors. If you are under the age of 18 or if it is not legal to view this in your area, and then please, leave now. STD protection is not always depicted, but in real life it should always be used. Copyright (c) 2010 is to me the author, Trent Studemeier. Permission is granted to freely post or distribute this content where it is legal to do so. Questions, comments, and criticisms are welcomed and can be sent to trent.studemeier@yahoo.com The Last of the Chasers Chapter 1 The Wait My heart was beginning to noticeably palpitate as I nervously peered through the front window. He wasn't due to arrive for another 15 minutes, but my anxiousness got the better of me. I still questioned my decision to have him come out to here...that is if he even shows. My step-father and mother were at a weeklong symposium in Maine. Originally, I had been looking forward to a whole week on my own out in the country. After moving up here nearly a year ago I hadn't had much time to myself. The house was the only one on the street and contained over forty acres of mostly forest; an urban area was merely a twenty minute drive away. Unfortunately, despite being capable, I had no driver's license yet, so I had planned to use this time to simply be alone with myself. Plus, after having dedicated this summer to hiking, swimming, and jogging, I was in need of a complete break. Then plans changed. Now Ethan was coming. For six months, I had opened myself to a modern day pen pal. Initially, during our first contact in the chat room I had him pegged as a Creeper. I teased him and pretended at the beginning to be interested, all while planning to completely dismiss him after a couple of days. Usually, when this technique was used, the Creeper would give up and disappear. This way I could live out my fantasies while not worrying about actually getting caught. To my surprise, after the first week, he was still contacting me albeit in a cleaner fashion. Maybe he wasn't a Creeper after all, either way I assumed that he got his kicks from other young chatters rather than from me because our conversations came to resemble that of two confidants, instead of a hormone induced fantasy. As was normal, it was nearly impossible to determine his Creeper status. I knew that the internet had thousands of them. So, about three months ago, I tried to engage him in a well worded conversation designed to catch inconsistencies in his stories. Chatting under an alias was how I attempted to probe for answers, but I was immediately brushed off after being told that he was falling for someone else. This I thought was interesting. In July, I finally spoke with him over the phone. This was rare, and I knew that I had to be careful about everything that I said incase my gut feeling that he was not a Creeper happened to be incorrect. His deep confident voice gave me chills, which was completely unexpected. Our correspondence was still primarily being carried out over the internet, and yet I hadn't felt like I had known anyone as well as Ethan. In mid July I told him that my parents would be away for a whole week at their symposium in the middle of August. After divulging this, I got an immediate pang of fear. Secretly, I had hoped that he would want to visit me in person, and yet if he didn't I would feel rejected. At the same time I knew deep down that he could be anyone and that I could have been played this whole time by an expert Creeper who knows how to bide his time. After three minutes of remaining incommunicado, he typed, "I have two weeks of vacation left. Do you want me to visit you?" I knew that I had initiated it, and part of me wished that I hadn't because now I felt obligated to say yes. So I resorted to, "I'm scared to say, 'Yes',". He told that it was fine that we didn't have to meet in person, but that he really wanted too. My next message to him was the address and the date. As I hit the send button my face winced knowing that I had impulsively put everything on the line. It was stupid to attempt a meeting of this nature, especially these days, and I knew better. His response was a smiley face, which at least gave me some partial relief, but the fear that he was not the Ethan that I had come to know was still very real. Two days before his arrival he managed to insert into a conversation, "Would it be prudent to bring, teaching materials?" Now, we hadn't had a conversation of this nature in nearly six months so it was a bit awkward, and at the same time a cleverly disguised proposition. I paused; excited that he still had interest but not knowing how to respond. He quickly typed back that his last comment was stupid and to forget about it. I typed to him that I would really like for him to be my first if he didn't mind being an understanding teacher. "Really?" he typed. "Yes", I said, "Bring whatever teaching aids you will need." I hated having to speak in quasi code, but of course I didn't dare use any words that could ever be explicitly incriminating. "You will never forget August," he said. This final comment had an ominous feel to it, falling directly between a positive and a negative connotation. Regardless, it would tough to back out now. The day before his arrival, he called me to confirm everything. He said, "You have no idea how excited I am. I could barely sleep last night. I trust you, Trey, and for a long time I thought that you might not be real; that you might be someone just trying to play me and get me into trouble. Please....I need to hear it from your voice, not a chat, that this is real." "This is real. And I know that I can't prove it, but I was a little terrified of the exact same thing," I said. He paused then typed, "Well, technically I'm about to put my life into your hands," I responded, "I could say the same thing." "I know. So this is what faith is....oh my gosh, what am I saying? I know I can trust you. I don't want to imagine a human who could have spent six months talking with someone and lying the whole time." "You're right. I too need to push the fear away and just be excited." "It's a deal...Anyway, I'm gonna hit the sack. I'll give you a call early tomorrow when I'm on my way." True to his word, he did call about three hours prior to his scheduled mid afternoon arrival. He said that he had lots of goodies and that he would be here shortly. I was just waking up and didn't make much small talk but did my best to sound energized despite being sleep sluggish. Now wide awake and frenetic, I couldn't stop pacing. After reordering the coffee table books and straightening some knick knacks, I took one last look at his profile, trying to assure myself that he was real and coming. His away message mentioned a vacation, which was good. Early on in our relationship he allowed me to create a nondescript alias profile to friend him with on Facebook as a trust offering. I clicked on his various friends. Most were in their mid to late 30s, normal law abiding citizens with tons of family photos uploaded. For being 37, Ethan was certainly very attractive and well built in contrast to his friends. In group portraits, he stood out. It was no wonder that he was constantly questioned regarding his bachelor status. I couldn't believe that he is even interested in someone like me, which was why there was still a distant lingering feeling that he still may be a Creeper. I looked at his whole network, baffled as to why he was willing to risk it all with this liaison. I turned off the computer and decided to smoke a cigarette. It was a habit that I had recently picked up due to my step-dad's chain smoking. He of course bought cartons and never knew that packs went missing. I nervously inhaled the first puff. Ethan smoked too and I wondered if my acquiring of the habit wasn't slightly related to this fact. He was now ten minutes late and my hopes began to wane. I told myself that I would allow five more minutes to pass and then I would call him. Staring at the grain in the wood of the back deck, I depressingly finished my cigarette all while suppressing the urge to pace frantically. As I picked up my phone to check that the ringer was not on silent; the phone rang. I held my breath expecting the inevitable cancellation. The Arrival "I'm parked at the entrance to your road. I've got cold feet," was all that he said in a regretful tone that contrasted with his usual confidence. I sighed. "What can I say?" "I don't know." "Hold on a sec." I walked from the back porch all the way around to the drive way and up to the road. I told him to just drive by the house, and that if he still had cold feet he could continue driving. As he slowly drove into view, in a brilliant act of haphazard stupidity, I stepped out in front of his truck forcing him to come to an immediate halt. My split second impulsive decision making had me run to the passenger door and open it. I hopped in and said, "Well if this is a law enforcement operation. Then I'd be the dumbest actor ever." He smiled and let out a deep breath. "Trey, I was literally shaking," he said still breathing heavily. He pulled into the long drive way, stopped the truck, and leaned over for a hug. We embraced and he said in my ear, "I'm so happy that this is working out as I hoped and not as I had feared. It's so wonderful to finally see you in person," He released his grip and leaned back while eying me from head to toe. "You are even cuter in person." "Thank you", I replied blushing, "I still can't wrap my head around the fact that someone of your attractiveness level would ever be interested in me." "Well. I think that you are very special and a wise soul. Let's just leave it at that." I stepped out of the truck which was more of a jump for someone that is only five and a half feet tall. Ethan's taller than six foot frame nimbly exited the cab. "You need help carrying stuff?" I asked. "Yeah, I've got three suitcases, and a plethora of interesting brews in the cooler." I grabbed the two heavy suitcases from the truck's covered bed figuring it would be easier for him to carry the large cooler and remaining suitcase. I took them up to my bedroom and came back down to the kitchen where he was unloading the cooler into the fridge. When finished, he stood up, stretched his arms and cracked his back "Ahh... Alright come over here and give me a real hug." He wrapped me in his arms and tenderly rubbed my back before releasing. "So," he said, "It's two in the afternoon. Do you have anything planned?" "We could go for a hike so that you can stretch out a bit more," I said in chipper tone. "Sounds perfect." As we approached the trail into the woods, he grabbed my hand and gingerly held it. He did it in such a sweet manner with a modest yet bubbly smile on his face that I couldn't help but turn a bit pink. Sadly, he released my hand once the terrain got a bit more difficult to navigate. We fell into conversation mostly regarding our relief that everything was progressing as we had hoped. He told me that in his heart he knew that I wasn't setting him up but that his brain wanted to override it. I told him that I was convinced that I had been the one being setup. We chuckled about this, but we also both knew that being stalked by a Creeper was a very real scenario. I also mentioned that I was irritated that school would be starting in two weeks and that it served as a reminder that I'm not yet in his world. He told me not to worry about growing up to fast, and continued, "Once you're in your 30s you will look back and wish that your teens hadn't slipped away. You have no idea how hostile it is nowadays and the risks that are involved." I felt the last comment was a bit unfair considering the circumstances but decided to let it slide. If his stories were true, then he had been in several tight spots in the past as well as ones that he refused to mention. At the midpoint of the trail, as it opened to a bit of a clearing, he once again gripped my hand, but this time he stopped and pulled me up to his lips. First it was a peck and then his lips opened and it became highly sensual. He slowly pulled away with his strong confident smile now regained. We turned to walk the remainder of the trail and I softly leaned my head against his upper arm; completely tingled by my very first kiss. Back at the house, I asked him if he needed to unpack. "Lets go outside for a cigarette first." I had him follow me out onto the back deck. After the door characteristically creaked as it shut, Ethan remarked, "This is such a stunning property...surrounded by trees and fresh air, which may be counter to the smoking, but hey fresh air and smoke are better than smog and smoke, right?" he remarked. I laughed, "Yep. Sure is. Plus the privacy is amazing. After living in suburbia for my whole life, I certainly now have an appreciation for this type of environment. You can do anything out here and no one could care less...Well almost anything." "Ever walk around without clothes?" "No, not really. You know I have modesty issues with that. Besides usually my step dad is around." "Well maybe this week we can work on that," Ethan said with a sly smile. He stubbed out his cigarette in the ash tray and said that he wanted to show me all of the stuff that he brought. Back through the door we went and wove through the house to the bedroom. He lifted the largest of the three suitcases onto the bed and asked if I was ready to see the goods. "I guess. Should I be excited or scared?" "Excited. But I can see how some of the things may scare you. But don't worry. You'll get to choose what gets used." He unzipped the suitcase and flipped it open. My mouth opened a bit and my eyes widened. "Six days may not give us enough time," I said hesitatingly. The Game Inside the bag, I saw about fifteen different Euro games, a bunch of films that I had yet to see, and several different types of card games. "I thought that this suitcase would be the full of the other toys," I said. "No. They are hidden for obvious reasons and will be used as needed on a surprise-only basis," Ethan chuckled. "Well, what do you have in the other two suitcases? I mean you're only here for six days." "I like to feel prepared. It's mostly clothes. See," he opened the second suitcase showing that it was indeed jammed full of different outfits. "Okay. I won't interrogate you any further. I'll let you follow through with your little surprise agenda," I replied while squinting my eyes in mawkish suspicion. "Good, now pick a couple games that you want to play and go wait for me out on the deck. I'll go grab us some drinks." I selected two of my favorites, ones that I knew I could win and a couple that I had been meaning to try. Grabbing my small portable stereo, I wound back toward the deck with the games precariously teetering and nearly blocking my view. Once outside and at the table, I smiled to myself and stared out into the yard. The slight breeze enhanced my overall satisfied feeling. Hearing the old door's signature screech, I turned to see Ethan with a six pack composed of a variety of "Magic Maine Brew" bottles. As he handed me my first beverage of the day, he asked, "So which one are we playing first?" "I think we'll play "Word Find" as our inaugural game." "I have a feeling that you will crush me," he smiled. I returned it with a teasing smile of my own. With his large hand he cracked open the bottle in front of him and effortlessly guzzled the first third of its liquid. I was a much slower drinker apparently and hoped that alcohol wouldn't be a problem later in the evening. In my own life, I had seen awful consequences from an out of control drunk. This reignited some of the nerves from before. Did I really know what I was getting into? As I was setting up the game while sipping on my drink, Ethan asked, "So should we try to make these games slightly more interesting?" "How do you mean?" I replied in a slightly cautious tone. "Well...You know, something like the loser has to remove an article of clothing." "That seems a little ridiculous." "You're just scared of taking your clothes off in front of someone, even me," he taunted. "No...Well maybe, but so what. I just figured that the first time would be in complete darkness." "No no. This will be a good way for you to do it; as a matter of principle because I know that you won't want to back out of a bet. It will be like ripping off a band-aid," "OK, Fine. I just won't lose." Ethan smiled, shook his head and said, "Oh this will be fun. I like that you're now being a little bit feisty." We began the first game. Quickly, I took the lead, which I maintained through to the end. Ethan remarked that it was only the first win and that he would be picking the next game. He pulled off his shirt and threw it to the ground in mock anger. Unfortunately, he was wearing a tight fitting A-shirt underneath. I felt duped knowing that I only was wearing a cut off, shorts and underwear. He had started out with a four to three advantage. Ethan chose "Jump the Check" as the next game, which was one that I had never played and as a result he was victorious. "Looks like your 'never lose' plan has already fallen apart," he teased. "Yeah, well it's only a shirt, and it will be my only loss," I countered. As I was about to slide out of my cutoff, Ethan stopped me, "Wait. Come over here. I want to take it off of you," I walked around to his side of the table. He stood up, and now face to face with the smell of hoppy breath lingering between us, he grabbed the bottom of my shirt and slowly began to lift. As he raised my shirt he allowed his hands to graze my stomach and chest ever so slightly. I don't know if it was his penetrating stare or the physical touch, but it prompted immediate awakening from me, which I then felt the need to hide with my hands after my shirt was fully removed. I quickly seated myself. He told me that I should embrace my body because from what he could see it was very hot. I shrugged the comment due to a modest amount of embarrassment and selected the next game. I won and Ethan lost his undershirt. Ethan's second pick was happily one of my secret favorites and I won for the second time in a row. He was now down to his boxer shorts. I knew that he lifted regularly, but in person his muscled torso looked so much larger. The even distribution of neatly trimmed body hair all over his stomach and chest had a very masculine effect, and caused me to grow a bit. My gaming confidence now reaching new heights, I selected a game that I liked, Mosaic, which was one that I didn't always dominate while playing. This haughty decision of course ended in a loss for me. "OK. Come back over here. It's time to lose the shorts," he smiled. I instead froze. The oscillating phases of excitement had caused pre fluid to accumulate on the front of my briefs, which sans shorts would be very noticeable. I wasn't ready for someone to see this side of me. Plus the nerves, excitement, and anxiety of working my way toward full disrobement had left me more than partially engorged. "Oh come on," he said, "You told me about your all of your fears and first timer worries over the last six months. You know I won't judge." "OK", I sighed. This time I slowly stood and maneuvered to his side. He stayed seated, with his eyes right above my navel. Taking his time, he undid the button. I was full-on excited now. He unzipped me and pulled my shorts down while letting his fingers slide from my back side to my ankles. As this happened, his head lowered such that his face ended in front of my now highly restrained package. He looked up to me and said, "You weren't kidding about the fluid." Before I could blush, he added, "I like it. I like it a lot. And despite not being in full view, I feel confident that you were not lying about the size. Very nice and not fully expected; after seeing how short you were." "Thanks. I would say the same to you but your boxers are hiding everything." He sat there and continued with his wide grin not saying anything in response. "Oh jeez you have no idea how uncomfortable this makes me," I finally blurted. "Yes, I do, and I love it because it makes you even more adorable. Now, relax. You'll love it soon." At three drinks into the evening, Ethan chose "Battle Minion". "This is an important win," he said, "All remaining clothing is on the line." "All right. You won last. So now you go first." The lead alternated throughout the game and it looked like it was going to be a draw. In the end, I took the win by one bonus point. "You lucked out." He said as he stood up, "Well here's to not having any neighbors," and with that he slid off his checkered boxer shorts. Now taking him in for the first time fully, I could see that being without clothes was not as arousing for him as it was for me, but he had way more experience than I. Even so in an unexcited state he was large and supple. "I was certain that you had exaggerated by two inches like nearly everyone else online. Now I have a feeling that you were not," I slowly stated. "No. If I did that it would be obscene and no one would believe it," he replied in confidence. I could see that he was certainly proud of himself with absolutely no self-esteem issues. "So there you have it. Now how can you be embarrassed when it's your turn?" he asked. "Oh I think I'll still manage to find a way to be embarrassed." Halfway through the next game it was looking like I was about to lose when I stopped and said, "OK I can't stand the anxiety. I'm taking the briefs off." "Oh no, you're not." He quickly rose and approached me. "I'm taking them off for you." He pulled me to a standing position and got down on his knees. Now he himself was beginning to stiffen to a generous size. He curled his fingers under the elastic at my lower abdominal V-line and gently pulled downward step by step exposing me to him and the August air. I sprang outward as the waistband's last grip was released. He dropped the briefs and looked up as they fell to my feet. Pulsing just inches from his face he said one word, "Beautiful" and stood up. He then angled his head down toward me and put his right hand behind my neck. We locked lips and mouths, and our tongues followed. His hands went wherever they could reach and mine began their first-ever exploration of an unknown male form. His large tool produced a surprising amount of heat which pleased me as I gripped him softly. I didn't linger in that region for long as I wanted to truly feel all of him. He had avoided that area on me. I sensed that he was saving it for last. He ended the kiss and pulled his head back slightly so that he could see my face as he moved both hands to my member. He gently squeezed and my eyes closed. The feeling was jolting yet soothing, an amicable electric shock that only causes one to shudder with pleasure while feeling no pain. Ethan suddenly spoke, "I'm going to bring you over the edge as quickly as possible. You're fear was that you wouldn't be able to hold out for very long the first time. So this way you won't even have to worry about holding out." "You could get me to agree to anything right now." "Fair enough," he whispered. He then knelt down and methodically took me into his mouth. I had never felt anything as physically pleasurable in my whole life. The soft warm feeling of his tongue and mouth slowly sliding back and forth brought me to new levels of awareness. Within two minutes my eyes widened and I tapped him on the shoulder, panting nearly unintelligibly, the words, "I'm coming. Oh my god. I'm coming. You have to stop." He refused to release himself and instead gripping my rear, he pulled me into him even tighter. At that moment, I burst. My hot fluid filled his mouth and I could feel his swallowing action commence. I continued to pulse for another thirty seconds. The entire time he maintained a firm seal over me. When I finally stopped, he slowly released me while keeping his lips tight to my skin all the way past the tip. He then straightened to a standing position and grabbed the back of my head with both of his big hands. He pulled me to his face where a passionate exchange of my own essence took place from tongue to tongue and mouth to mouth. The event was so short and yet the magnitude of the feelings that went through me made it seem like it went on for days. Ethan spoke first, "Now in about a half hour we can do it for real." He returned to his seat and nonchalantly finished off his fourth beer. I still remained standing next to the table with my mouth agape, frozen in time. Ethan laughed, "That was nothing. I hope you don't think that I'm acting like a jerk, but wait until later this week when intense things happen." Still glued to the spot, my deadpan reply was, "Holy Crap." It was all I could manage to come up with at the time. I smiled and finished my thought, "I just can't imagine it being more intense." "Oh, it will be," Ethan replied, "I'm gonna go grab another six-pack. Why don't you sit down and relax for a bit." I complied and happily watched his pale, svelte body retreat into house. "Wow," I thought to myself, "Here I am; outside with no clothes on, drinking beer with another guy who just serviced me mere hours after meeting me in person." The thought left me somewhat giddy. All that nonsense that I had conjured about Creepers slipped permanently from my mind. I felt that nothing could really go wrong at that point because everything had being going so smoothly. Only later would I realize how wrong I was. To Be Continued.... Comments and criticisms are appreciated. trent.studemeier@yahoo.com