Date: Sun, 12 Oct 2008 00:50:36 -0400 From: chris james Subject: The Trees Have Eyes- 2 Dear Reader: this is an adult tale, a fictional account and yet if you are under the age of 18 you are not permitted here. A small tale of obsession. The characters are all fictional, but we can dream. My newspaper is delivered by an elderly woman who tosses it from her car window on the end of my driveway. It's so impersonal, but then so is the news. Your comments welcome. drmeta4@gmail.com The Trees Have Eyes-2 (M/B) (More adventures with Dusty) I slammed my return back across the net, tipping the inside foul line and scoring the point. Mr. Fowler, my tennis coach, ran up to the net with his tongue hanging out. He was a pretty nice guy, just a little out of shape to be playing with high school boys. I was also pretty sure tennis wasn't the only game Fowler wanted to play. The buzz around the locker room was that he had come on to several boys on the senior team last year. I suppose tennis jocks were a little more liberal than say, the football team. Fowler would have gotten his ass kicked if he'd pursued a footballer. Maybe he had considered that and chosen tennis as a safer playground. Either way, I wasn't interested in him, but he sure was in me. With practice matches over, the team walked back to the locker room. A dozen boys, each with their own style and grace. I knew that Steve Parks was gay, why didn't Fowler check him out? Not that Parks and I have ever done anything but it takes one to know one. The team showers after a practice and Fowler is right in there with us. He always stands down at the end of the shower room where he can watch the cocks swing. He's discreet but I know his eyes are on me. Parks is like that too, only he always manages to stand next to me so he can eyeball my crotch. I still have blonde hair to my shoulders, its been that way since seventh grade. Parks has made several comments about how it must be so hard to manage. Shit, I imagine he would just love to run his fingers through it. I like Parks but I won't go out with him. No, there is only one guy I'd ever let ravish my sweet little ass?and he doesn't seem to know I exist. John Stuart, I can never get enough of saying that man's name. He is probably about thirty-two years old and the handsomest man I know. I've been watching him from afar for several years now. OK, I've been spying on him. He has been my recurring fantasy during endless bouts of masturbation. I imagine him kissing me with his sweet lips as I run my fingers through his dark wavy hair. Staring up into his deep green eyes, my legs wrapped around his waist as he plunges his long cock up my boyish ass. Dreams, nothing but fantasies guaranteed to make me blow my wad every time. The reality of it was that I still deliver his morning paper. My favorite moments with him have occurred on Saturday mornings when he isn't working. I sit on my bike and watch him wash his pickup truck. He likes to wear these skimpy little cutoff shorts that show off his tight buns. Oh, his ass is to die for. As he runs a soapy rag down the side panels I stare at his shirtless torso and that incredibly beautiful ass, the whole time my stiff cock presses into the folds of my newspaper bag. Oh, it isn't like I didn't know the most intimate details about the man. I've watched him screw his lover a dozen times or so. For two years I've climbed the tree behind his house and watched through the window as John plowed his boyfriend a new asshole. Oh yeah, I know a whole lot about John and so far it has gotten me absolutely nowhere. My fantasies about doing away with his lover have come to naught. The guy's name is actually Brian. I suppose that short of murder I have no clue how to unseat Brian and slide into his place. I've even stopped climbing the tree and watching them make love, it's just too torturous? Besides I took lots of video during the early months of my observations. All right, I guess this sounds like I am stalking the man, but I'm not. I took the videos so I could study his methods of lovemaking. John is truly awesome in bed, he can fuck forever without busting a nut. But all this talk of John is giving me a stiffie and I have to hit the showers with two perverts watching my every move. Fowler passed out the towels and retreated to his office to undress. For some reason Parks wasn't around either as I moved towards my locker. A small piece of folded paper lay on the floor next to Parks' locker, so I stooped to pick it up. It's a piece of lined notebook paper and I begin to read the words written in purple crayon. " I've loved you from the first moment I saw you. The curve of your neck, the shape of your thighs, the perfection of your beautiful cock. Meet me, ten o'clock on Saturday morning at the bell tower outside the mall. Love,S." Shit, I looked around but the other guys were undressing, seemingly unaware of the bombshell I held in my hands. S...who? Damn, was it Samuel Fowler? Where was Parks anyway? I stuffed the note in my pants pocket and stripped for the shower. Once under the hot spray I started thinking. It couldn't be Fowler, that would be insane. Leaving a love note to a student might cost him his job. But had it been for Parks or me? One by one the team finished showering, dressed and left the locker room. I was the last one out and still no sign of Parks or Fowler. I glanced at the office door as I left, it was firmly shut. I was halfway to the parking lot before I remembered it was Friday and I needed to wash my uniform. I descended the stairs to the locker room doors only to find that they were now locked. I put my ear to the crack and heard the distinct sound of water running in the showers, something odd was going on here. I hurried down the hall to the laundry room and pushed open the small hatchway to the towel room. It was a tight fit but I wriggled through and landed in a bin of wet towels. Cracking open the door to the locker room I heard someone giggle down the hall in the showers. I knew that voice, it was Parks. I hugged the wall and slowly approached the entrance to the showers. Somewhere I remembered that if you didn't want to be seen looking around a corner that you had to lie on the floor. Lying on my chest I scooted my body forward until I could peek around the corner. Parks was naked and draped across a wooden chair under the spray of a dozen showerheads. His round little bottom was in the air while Fowler was on his knees and very busy eating that little asshole for all he was worth. Holy shit, look at the size of that man's cock. Parks moaned loudly as Fowler stopped licking his butt hole and stood to insert his huge cock up the boy's ass. How the hell was he going to fit that thing into Parks? From where I lay I could see Fowlers butt cheeks tighten as he pushed into Parks' ass, his huge balls swinging back and forth. Parks gasped and looked like he was trying to pull away but Fowler held onto the boy's slender hips and drove himself in to the hilt. Parks cried out that it hurt but Fowler reached a hand around and began jerking the boy's cock. Parks began to moan but I couldn't tell if it was from pain or pleasure. That big cock was steadily pumping up his butt, better him than me. Suddenly Fowler pulled out and I saw his cock begin to spray his spermy juices all over the boy's back and get washed away down the drain. Parks groaned with delight as the coach's hand kept up the steady pull on his cock bringing the boy to a blasting orgasm. My cock was about ready to blow but I knew it was time to duck out before they discovered me. I stopped in the towel room just long enough to pump my load into the wet towel hamper before climbing back through the hatchway. On the drive home it occurred to me that these two had probably been developing this for a while. If this was true then they had been very careful about it. Damn, I was envious. Hell, I even knew they were going to meet the following morning. I wondered where they would go to have sex again? Sitting at the dining room table with my folks and my two younger sisters I kept having flashbacks of that shower room scene. I went to bed early and played back my favorite video of John and his lover going at it, comparing it to the shower scene. I wanted to know what it was like to have a big cock up my ass and so far all my plans had been frustrated. I looked at the note again. Why couldn't someone have written this to me? And what if I had received something like this out of the blue? Would I have gone to the rendezvous? Maybe I would but I sure would be scared, what if it was all a cruel joke? Hell, I didn't even know anyone I could talk to about this? Then the thought hit me like a ton of bricks. I did know someone and his name was John Stuart. Of course, this was the perfect way to tell him I was gay and see how he reacted. But what of Brian, he would probably be jealous of some young gay kid coming out to his lover, I know I would. But I had to try. This infatuation had been going on too damn long without results. If John rejected me then I would have to dump the whole thing and find another man. I watched John's face and body on the television screen. No, it had to work, he was just so perfect. The picture jumped around a little and for the umpteenth time I realized that the tree had been shaking as I masturbated to the scene of John and Brian screwing. Pretty soon I hoped this would all be history, John would be plowing my asshole instead. I ended my night with an eight inch dildo up my ass and a towel soaked in my cum. I was one frustrated little boy. My alarm went off at four-thirty, giving me time for a quick shower before cycling down to the corner to pick up my newspapers for delivery. The folded note was burning a hole in my pocket but I kept a slow pace on my route, no sense in finishing before John as up and about. I wheeled through the townhouse development so I could get a glimpse of John's place. I noticed that Brian's car was gone and that put a smile on my face. I hung out at the top of the court where I could see John's pickup parked in its slot. Where was he? It was just before eight, time for John to wash his truck...but no John. Oh God, what if he had left with Brian? I had to find out. My knees shook a little as I walked up to his door and rang the bell, too late to back out now. There was only silence from inside. Shit,he was gone. I turned to walk away when I heard the deadbolt snap on the door. John peered out and shook the sleep from his eyes. I had awakened him. "Oh,hello, Dusty," he said," What time is it?" "Oh,uh, I'm sorry Mr. Stuart, it's eight o'clock." "Stayed up too late last night. I'm sorry, come on in." John turned away from the door and I noticed that he was clad only in a pair of blue boxers. I watched his tight ass as he lead me into the kitchen were he plopped down at the table. "I didn't mean to wake you, Mr. Stuart," I began. "It's ok. I overslept, want some coffee?" "Uhh, sure, can I make it for you?" I asked. "Yeah,that would be nice. The coffee is on the counter and the filters are in that little cupboard beside the refrigerator. Thank you, kiddo, it's been a bad week for me." I busied myself with making the coffee and wondered what he meant by a bad week, I didn't dare ask. Maybe this wouldn't be a good time to show him the note and play my little seduction game. But with a cup of coffee in front of him, John seemed to come alive. I sat across from him and studied his face covered with a few days stubble. He needed a shave and a shower real bad. Not that I found his odor unappealing, to the contrary. In his present state I found that I just wanted to lick his nipples and slurp up the sweat from his armpits. God, he was turning me on. "So, Dusty, what brings you here this morning, am I late on my payments?" "Oh no, sir...I just..." Oh shit, I was losing my courage, this wasn't going to work. But somehow I had the note in my hand and I unfolded it and handed it across the table. John looked down at the paper, his eyes traversing the lines of printed crayon and then he looked up at me. "My, my, this girl sure seems to have a thing for you. Congratulations," John said. He smiled at me and handed back the note. The ball was coming over the net at me, I had to return it with style. "Uh, see?it's not a girl, it's a guy. And, uh, I don't know what to do," I stammered. "A guy?" John said, "Now that's unusual." He stared at me, the silence hanging around us like a shroud, then he smiled. "So why are you showing this to me, Dusty?" "Well, I think...see, I know this guy and I'm not interested in him." John sipped his coffee slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. Oh man, say something, help me out here I wanted to scream. He set the cup down on the table and leaned back in his chair. "All right, let's stop playing games, shall we?" John said. "You obviously know I'm gay and you think I might be able to help you, is that where this is going?" "Yes," I gasped, we were making progress. "Or maybe I've been wrong about the charming lad who delivers my paper every morning. Maybe the paper boy has been checking me out for some time and finally found an excuse to walk into my life." "Uh, yes...maybe," I murmured. "I see. Well you sure chose an interesting time to do it," John said. "I'm flattered, Dusty, I really am. But it seems you've come at the wrong time. My boyfriend for the past four years just packed his bags and left me this week. Gone off to the big city to discover himself he said. Personally, I think he's just gone away to play the slut and will come crawling back in a few months." "And will you take him back?" I asked. "Would you?" John replied. "No, I think Brian needs to see what happens to the unfaithful in this day and age...they get shunned. I won't have him back, he may be infected by then and I'm not going to risk my own life for a slut." "Didn't you love him?" I asked. John stared at me and I began to see tears form in his eyes. I was sorry to have asked at all. "I suppose I did, we shared a lot more than the bedroom. But he must have needed something I couldn't give him. I'm sorry, Dusty, we shouldn't be talking about this." "I...I love you, John," I said. He smiled. "And how many men have you said that to?" "None, honest," I said. "I've been looking at you since I was in ninth grade. There have been no others." "Oh, I guess I should feel honored. But, Dusty, you need a relationship with a boy your own age. You need to discover the wonders of love slowly and explore the feelings for yourself. Young guys with older men never seems to work out these days, we have so little in common. Hell, look at me, I'm a mess right now." "I don't care. I think you're wonderful just the way you are, the handsomest man I know." "And so I guess you're the one who's been leaving me those presents under my windshield wipers?" I blushed at the mention of my small tokens of affection. I'd forgotten about leaving him those little plastic bags of my ejaculate to ponder over every time I spied upon his lovemaking. Damn, he must think I'm a fool. "I think it was sweet, although maybe a little reckless," John said. "I'm sorry, maybe I should just go." "No, why don't you stay and have breakfast with me," John said. "Besides, we haven't settled the issue of this note you showed me." "I'm sorry about that too. It's a fake, it wasn't meant for me at all." While he made us some French toast, I told John all about Parks and Fowler. We laughed at the image of the shower room sex and the secret relationship that these two had to maintain. If only John would accept me ours wouldn't have to be secret at all, I had been legal now for two months. I carried the dishes to the sink and rinsed them off. John put his arm on my shoulder and kissed me on the cheek. I turned to him and hugged his bare chest. "I could be real good for you right now," I said. "Won't you even give me a chance?" "And why would you take a chance with me?" he asked. "It seems we both need to know a lot more about each other before saying yes to anything serious." "I'll wait however long it takes, it can't be any worse than all the waiting I've already done," I said. Part of me was heartbroken that this wasn't going to happen right now, but I finally had hope, someday it just might. John leaned over and kissed my lips, I clutched him tighter still. The kiss was meant to be brief but he lingered, savoring the feelings he had so recently lost. My head became dizzy with excitement and my cock rose to the occasion. I could feel John's hardness pressing against me, he had to feel me pressing back. He pushed on my shoulders and we stood apart. He glanced down at the bulge in my shorts and I stared at his face, not daring to look down at his boxers. I hungered to see his cock sticking out at me, but I didn't dare. John swallowed hard. "I suppose that must cause you some pain. Oh, man, Dusty. You're such a beautiful boy, I can't help myself." "Then don't say no, take me to bed and fuck me, John. Please." I could see the leaves in the tree outside the window of his bedroom. The dream had finally come true; I was here with the man I had worshiped for so very long. I felt his hands caress my bare thighs and reach under to lift my bottom off the bedcovers. His lips met my stomach and he kissed me tenderly before taking my cock in his mouth. The warmth of his tongue brought shudders of delight as he swept it down my shaft and engulfed me whole. I had wanted to ravage him but John had denied me that, telling me that he wanted to prove what loving him would mean. I couldn't tell him I already had all his most intimate secrets stored on videotape hidden away in my closet wall. I let my mind blank out those images. I wanted to feel them as if each precious touch was a new and unknown quantity. His mouth encased my balls and he lifted me higher, spreading my legs and rasping his tongue across my virgin hole. Oh yes, I had never given it to anyone and now it was his for the asking. My mind reveled at the thought of the pain his intrusion would cause, I trembled in anticipation. John's tongue pushed against that soft yielding flesh and plunged into me. The sensation was electric, firing the ends of every nerve in my rectum. He was preparing me...I was going to get fucked. I opened myself to him and John's tongue was replaced by the tip of his cock pressing into me, sliding into the heat of my body. I gasped and moaned, clasping his arms as he leaned into me, his cock pushed ever deeper as if testing my mettle. Oh the pain was exquisite, so sharp, allowing my mind to feel every inch he invested in the depths of my bottom. John was slow but deliberate; I saw none of the roughness I had witnessed with his other lover. I already knew he had incredible staying power; he could plow a row for miles before blasting a load. He picked up the pace and I locked my ankles behind his back. I could feel his fingers entwined in my long hair and I tossed my head to feel the pain of his grip. There were no words exchanged between us, just the passionate lock of our eyes and the heavy sucking of breath between our kisses. The squishing sound of his latex covered cock pounding in my ass was accompanied by my groans of delight. A veritable fucking symphony of lovemaking. My own cock had long since shrunk into oblivion, overpowered by the slamming action of John's cock in my ass. I began to smell the funk of his unwashed body and leaned my nose up to his armpits to inhale the essence of his sweat. I licked his nipples and tongued the beads of moisture off his chest hairs, he growled with delight. I began to feel his cock swell inside me, the cum laden moment was fast approaching and I didn't want to miss anything. "Pull out and come on me," I begged him. John gasped several times and quickly withdrew his cock. I felt the void like a slap across the face. He roughly pulled the condom off his cock and stroked himself furiously. I leaned forward towards the swollen head, opening my mouth to receive his gift and he came. His sperm sprayed in my mouth and across my face before my lips could leap the distance and seal themselves around th head of his cock. He filled my mouth and I swallowed, gulping his juice, savoring the smell and taste of his thick creamy essence. He grasped my withered cock and pulled it towards his mouth, as his tongue brought it slowly back to life. He sucked my cock and squeezed my balls and within seconds I shot my load down his throat. My body was on fire, my ass quivered and my balls ached. It had been a spectacular fuck. Our first...but hopefully not the last. * * * * * The tree service arrived just this morning and I watched them cut down that lovely maple behind the townhouse. John and I lived together now, loved together, and no one was ever going to spy on us through that bedroom window. Dreams can come true.