Date: Tue, 31 Oct 2017 05:16:21 +0000 (UTC)
From: Justin Balancier <jbalancier9@yahoo.com>
Subject: Me and My Shadow

"Me and My Shadow"
By – Justin Balancier

Email - jbalancier9@yahoo.com

The house was a bit on the chilly side but after all it was December in the
North East Snow Belt. Jake grew up in this New England country house.  As a
small child, he played hide and seek in the bay window and always got his
way. The window seat lifted up to store fire place wood and that is where
Jake would hide mostly from his mother until she caught on.

The years, growing up, had been kind to Jake. He was a man now in his early
thirties and terribly spoiled from childhood. His parents divorced when he
was twelve years old and he lived with his mother until three years ago.
His mom had been besieged with breast cancer and passed away, leaving the
property, a healthy bank account, and a life time of memories for him to
deal with in his solitude.

Jake was a good looking man with plain features. He wasn't terribly
handsome or bright in some people's opinion, but nevertheless had magnetic
appeal. He was a man who could act like a drama queen or a full blooded
stud. And he did just that whenever the spirit moved him. But it was his
sweetness and willingness to fool around with strangers that drew the moths
to the flame.

Jake depended on his personality and his lanky well-defined body to make
friends and even some enemies. The friends were not really friends as much
as the foes that made jest of him. It forced him to stand tall and be
strong.

These people, the jesters, whom he considered the enemy, had no respect for
his grasp on life. But did Jake care? You bet he cared, at first, before
discovering how to handle people who thought this way.

He endured closeness with `so called' enemies who were willing to fool
round with him. And there were several of them.  Jake pleasured their
bodies with erotic games of his choosing. It was a case of use or be
used. It didn't matter, friend or foe. He mastered people by using sex.

You see, Jake wasn't lost, but actually quite bright. He was conniving and
could outwit, to his advantage, most of the kangaroos he considered
enemies. He loved watching the Godfather, and it defined who he was
becoming.  He kept his friends close and his enemies closer.

This is how Jake performed at his best. He competed zealously with people
he found unpleasant, until a dark haired, green eyed Irish package named
Gavin, became his shadow. In the beginning, this Irish wonder, was someone
he merely tolerated.  Jake quickly realized the shrewdest thing for him to
do, was to go with the flow and be agreeable.


It was December and ice had gathered on the glass of the bay window during
the night, but the afternoon sun was melting it away.

Jake, sipping a cup of tea, watched as a truck leaving the house, swayed a
curve in the driveway and disappeared through the blinding sun incinerating
a blanket of ice on the ground.

Steam rose form the hot cup on his knee supported by his left hand.
Subconscious in thought, his cell vibrated in his shirt pocket. He
recognized the number. It was Gavin

Gavin was Irish, not terribly huge in structure, but moved like a Celtic
tiger and smelled like Irish Cream. There was a glow of the Emerald Isle
about him. He had satirical wit when he spoke and an uninhibited body when
he walked. Gavin was the combination of good and naughty, something that
Jake liked a lot in a man.

They were companions, each with desires feeding off one another's
sarcasm... They would exasperate bedroom games, trying to outdo one
another. Since they were significantly alike when it came to erotic
gratification, it was the best of times for romping, and they took
advantage of it.

They (Gavin and Jake), accidentally stumbled across one another and
continued collectively desires of the flesh doing anything that felt
good. Everything sexual in nature was practiced safely, and that's the way
they wanted it.

Gavin loved to have his body eaten, licked, drilled, you name it. It was
the erotic stuff he really liked doing, and would try anything except being
rope tied or handcuffed. Oddly enough, Jake was the same way. Insane play
was not their game plan. They played together for pleasure and not pain.

Jake mastered the art of sexual gratification by keeping Gavin close.
Whatever dirty deed they did, worked well for these two screwed up
individuals. This may be overdramatizing their play time, but nothing was
left unexplored, when it came to their bodies, every drop of sin was licked
away clean, only to start anew.

Gavin was a self-employed computer programmer working independently and
moved around New England a lot. He was well educated when it came to
software. He was too much like Jake to be his lover or housemate. But he
craved to be near him.

Gavin rented a furnished month by month studio apartment close by. They
slept together a lot, but always went their separate ways never becoming
romantically involved. For the mainstream gay couple, this agreement is
rough.  For them however, it worked perfectly.

Their conversation continued over the phone...

 "I saw the big white pickup, a few minutes ago, coming from your
house...you didn't?"

"Didn't what – make a pig of myself?" – Of course I did. I need to
keep up my strength.  I'm a bit worked over right now, but I'll survive. I
always do." He replied

Joe, who drove the big white pickup truck, came to work for Jake's mother
handling mostly yard work. She loved gardening but was becoming ill and no
longer wanted to work outside. Joe answered a help wanted ad, and after
working there for a while, became nonjudgmental about gays and secretly
became involved with Jake.  He (Jake) slobbered over him like a cheap whore
dishing out boundless blow jobs that Joe took advantage of eagerly, giving
nothing in return.

On a snowy December day; Joe, a married man forty two years old, was lying
naked in Jake's bedroom, with his legs in the air and resting on his
back. He advanced his butt against Jake's face to get tongue fucked, eaten,
fingered and licked. Joe's knees, pressed against Jake's naked shoulders
then worked around his neck locking him into a cock suckers grasp for
rimming. This was something Joe would never get at home. He used Jake like
a pig to get what felt good to him. It was Jake however, who was the real
aggressor and took Joe's body simply because he could. It was a common and
ridiculous ploy, benefiting the both of them.

Jake worked with a passion licking the crack of his ass to taste as much
man butt as he possibly could.  Joe eventually would come in Jake's mouth,
get dressed and leave. It didn't matter to Jake as long as he got what he
wanted.  It was a well-practiced routine, but never boring.

There was little bedroom respect between them. To Joe, it was sex with a
faggot so it didn't count.  Joe didn't consider Jake as wife cheating since
he was a guy.  Jake however, believed he got the best of the bargain and
probably did.

Jake continued speaking with Gavin on his cell.

"I had a captivating shower after doing Joe.  He's left and now I'm having
tea to warm my bones looking at the snow."

"How adorable, a snow princess on call. Did you save me anything?""

"Yeah, I suppose so...Drag your bones over here and see, I'm lonely and
bring me a present."

"Anything special?"

"Surprise me. But if you have a bottle of gin - just sayin..." mumbled
Jake.

"Hum, that's a tall order. What can you do for me?" asked Gavin.

"Cum like a stud horse, spread like an eagle, lick like a puppy, fuck like
a rabbit, swallow like a slut. Should I go on?"

"You're impossible with that tongue.  I thought you were worn out." Gavin
uttered

"Could be, I'll check my throat for stains...Nope, I'm good."

"That's disgusting, and funny. I'm coming over." Gavin said and clicked
off.

The sun disappeared behind a cloud, or wherever the sun goes when it wants
to hide.

It began to snow again and huge flakes came down heavy for a few
minutes. Then they turned into a fine steady snow coating the ground once
more. The ground looked like smooth white linen void of footprints and
tracks across the driveway, it was a lovely sight.

Gavin disliked being in snow, so Jake thought not to expect him.  That was
okay with him. He was tattered thin from working on Joe, but didn't want to
admit it. Tho worn to a frazzle, he still had time for Gavin. It's who he
was.

Jake dropped the phone back into his shirt pocket. He moved to a
comfortable winged chair in the heated sun porch, overlooking the garden
covered with a blanket of snow.  Stretching his legs over a large red
hassock and resting his hand on his crotch, he closed his eyes just for a
moment.

He wiggled until he felt comfortable in the Victorian chair. He reminisced
how he met Gavin, and it excited him every time to the point of dumping a
load that leaked gently between his thighs.

The meeting...

It was summer time, actually July. Jake was lying face down on an old Army
blanket, he carried in the trunk of his car. He was sleeping naked on a
nude beach in Massachusetts. He had a good body with sexy long legs, that's
a given, and a marvelous butt and that's for sure.  It was sculptured
round, firm and with just enough black hair lining his crack to wet ones
appetite.  It was definitely a warm dark place to hide a stiff body part.

"Hey there, sleeping beauty – you sleeping?" Asked Gavin.

Not stirring or looking around – Jake replied. "No, I'm waiting for a
bus – fuck off."

"Jesus, give the grouch a big hand, what a bitch." Gavin barked back at
him.

Jake rolled over and leaned up on one elbow and looked at Gavin. "Would it
help if I said Sorry – you surprised me."

"Oh, then you're not a bitch?" Gavin asked

"Yeah, I am pretty much – I wasn't really sleeping."

"I know you weren't sleeping - you were advertising. You have a hot looking
butt among other things, but I'm sure you know that.  Now me, for example,
I have a great personality, `a-hem' among other nice things. My name is
Gavin.

"So peddle it elsewhere. I don't care what your name is. I'm Jake...you're
irritating."

"Well at least, I know your name.  C'mon Jake, I'm fascinating. – c'mon
Am I right?"

"Yup. Right as rain. You fascinate me?"  Gavin replied, making fun of his
words.

"I didn't expect you to agree. Everyone has a story and mine's not boring."
Gavin replied, with his hands in his pockets and pushing his hips forward
so Jake could see a hefty bulge in his pants. He exhibited a fine packed
body. Gavin stretched his arms over his head like a model for Playgirl
magazine – made a gruff sound in his throat and walked away. It happened
as quickly as that...he just walked away...

Jake's cock stiffened ever so slightly, watching Gavin disappeared from
sight. "Hum, that's nice". He had a cool walk about him, almost a western
stroll.  "If that showoff, with his cowboy walk, thinks I'm going to chase
after him, it's not going to happen. He's already in second place" Jake
said to himself.

This was the way Jake played his game assuming that people who approached
him were enemies.  Yet in this case, maybe not.  Gavin was a jerk in Jakes
mind, but could be a stimulating player. He certainly had the toys to play
with.

Later, as it was getting dark, Jake walked on to the beach and sat on a
rock near the water's edge. Early evening the beach was scant with
cruisers, but by 2:00 am, it became a meat rack of slurpies and sand
fucking queers.

Jake had no problem meeting men to hook up with and did that
constantly. Yes, even early morning on the beach. The sex was usually good
and sometimes the sex was mediocre.

He looked for fire, wildness and brimstone in a partner. He wanted to be
alive swallowed up in the lust of life swimming in whatever faggots
flounder in for contentment.  He kept everybody he liked and disliked close
to him. The truly repugnant high queens, he tossed aside like rubbish. They
were annoying to him and of no value.

"We meet again sleeping beauty" said a man who had walked so close to
Jake's chest, he swore he could hear his heart beating. They were alone on
the beach.  His white shorts were unzipped au natural, and his crotch was
in front of Jake's face.

It was Gavin. For sure, they had met again.  Jake, without asking, put his
hand through the open zipper and a warm cock came sneaking out. It was
swollen but not rock hard.

Jake was not bashful. He would touch most anyone who looked or acted
aroused in a gay moment. Not a word was uttered and without hesitation,
Jake covered it with his moist lips and licked it like ice cream... It was
a normal cock with a lot of taste to it. The crotch tang and the moisture
from his balls were precisely what Jake liked. Gavin tasted like he had
been with a man. It was good.

He got to suck him for about ten minutes before he came. His cum was mild,
creamy and slippery warm as it ran down Jake's throat. The flavor was nice;
nothing salty or pungent like one reads about in gay stories.  He kept
coming and Jake gulped not to miss anything. The words that Gavin uttered
as Jake was swallowing were "take me" "eat me" or something demanding like
that.

"I told you I had something good beside my personality," Gavin said

"I remember - Yes, you did." - "Okay, I wanted it."

"You took it like you needed it. Do you still want me to leave, and fuck
off?"  Gavin asked

"It doesn't matter much, what you do"

"I see I have some work to do here, if we are going to be friends.

"Friends?  Naw - I'll pass." Jake responded.

"Awe, suck em and leave them, huh?"

"Something like that."

C'mon, I'm going to get us something to eat.  Real food...well, c'mon, my
treat." Gavin insisted.

"I'll pass," Jake replied gently brushing sand off his pants.

"You didn't pass on a dick in your face."

Jake cracked a grin for the first time exposing nice teeth and a warm
look. He finished brushing specks of sand from his shoes. "That is true, I
didn't."  He replied looking almost angelic.

"Well then?"

"Okay, I'm coming, but I warn you, I don't make for a quality companion."

"Well I don't either, so shut the fuck up" Gavin replied adjusting his cock
back into place.

Now they were both smiling at one another.  It was nice.

This meeting began a rock-solid relationship built on sex. It was amazing
how much alike they were when their naked bodies came together. They were
both mouth masters and their lips went everyplace one could imagine.  They
tore into each other like freaks and it mattered not who was top and who
was bottom. Raw hungry sex and they did it to be slutty, powerful and feel
great.

They were not romantically in love, but they were a team.  No crotch was
left untouched, no liquid was wasted and no flavor or smell was ruined with
soap and water.  Actually, it was pretty pathetic, but regardless of what
others thought - it was their game and the object was to win by pleasing
themselves.

They juggled their emotions into a slide of hot lava that transported them
back to childhood imagination. Jake's thoughts traverse from school
hallways to the memories of his darkest fears of being gay. Those days were
behind him now.  As a man, he absorbed his fears like a sponge, and lived
as he damn well pleased.

This was a sport of ingenuity for Gavin, using his personality and body
skill to conquer what confronted him.  He remembered moments of chaos as
his body developed into manhood and moved beyond that. He too, did as he
pleased.

Jake stirred in the chair and Gavin's face floated through his mind. The
head of his dick began to moisten with a small drop of precum. In his
dreams, he relived sex with Gavin over and over, and each time with more
erotic imagination. It was the surprises that kept them close.

They exchanged stories about their hook ups, and used other people for
their recreation. Both would sleep with good looking men. And some men, not
so popular but hot. Good looks didn't matter that much. It was the neck
down that held their interest. In spite of everything, they always returned
to the sheets together rubbing two bodies into one, doing what was
necessary for their kind of erotic pleasure.

Getting each other off was the highlight of the day. From time to time, a
third and even a fourth dude would join them. Without regrets, they were
obviously pathetic.

Winter melted away like it always does and buds appeared on the lilacs
trees. Like a parade of spring flowers in the town park, tulips were
popping out of the ground.

Joe, the handyman, was still helping with lawn and gardens just like he did
for his Jake's mother. Jake worked 9 to 5 in retailing at a local mall, so
he hired done what was necessary to keep the property looking nice. He
depended on Joe and kept him close.

Before Joe came to work on Saturday, he asked to bring a younger black man
as a helper. His name was Leon, who turned out to be chocolate eye candy,
but not available for the game that Gavin wanted to play. Jake felt
comfortable around Leon and didn't make a play for him. Although he
certainly wanted too.

Leon knew that Jake was gay. He wasn't gay himself, but it didn't faze him
that Jake was a faggot. He liked him. Jake's business was not his flow.

Just the same, Jake had all he could do to keep his hands to himself.  His
devious mind worked overtime thinking about licking chocolate. He discussed
Leon with Gavin which was normal for him to do. Jake told Gavin that he
could see himself getting fucked by this hot black stud.

Gavin wanted Leon too, which surprised nobody. Gavin fancied Leon's thick
full lips and could envision them around his robust cock milking him
dry. It was a wild thought, but that was Gavin. "There should be some way
to get Leon." he said to Jake.

"Of course, you would say that...well good luck with that one." was Jake's
reply.

Joe, the handyman, knew that Jake was a gay man. He knew about Gavin too,
but, who they were, didn't concern him.

Jake, one day aching to suck dick, propositioned Joe for sex, on a cloudy
Tuesday afternoon.  At first, he said no, and it was friendly.  But he
changed his mind after thinking about it for several days.  Joe wanted a
blow job badly and asked Jake if he still wanted to do it.

It led to a regular routine between them.  Eventually the sex got hotter
and yes; a little dirtier. Joe was getting his butt rimmed and his cock
sucked as a fringe benefit. It surely wasn't the daffodils that kept him
coming back.  He was getting his nuts emptied on a regular basis by
Jake. He liked how Jake treated him sexually by licking him all over. He
was no queer, but he was available.

Jake tried to share Joe with Gavin, but it didn't work. Joe knew that Gavin
and Jake had sex together and that was their business, but he wasn't about
to sandwich himself between two faggots, as he called them. He didn't have
faith in Gavin that much, but believed that Jake was honorable and with Joe
that counted for something.

It was springtime.  Joe and Leon were working at Jake's house raking dead
foliage from the Hosta bed, Gavin stopped by to drop off a laptop he
repaired for Jake. He paused in the driveway to talk. Gavin was rather
forward and one never knew what was coming out of his mouth or his pants
for that matter. He was talking to Leon.

Gavin brought the laptop, along with a 6 pack of beer, into the house. He
placed the laptop on a kitchen chair and the beer in the fridge.

"What were you saying to Leon?" Jake asked

"Not much, he's not that talkative. I offered him and Joe a beer before
they leave. I said to come in and get a couple of cold ones from the
fridge. That was it"

"Mighty decent of you"

"I thought so."

Jake poured a mug of coffee. He leaned over pouring the coffee and Gavin;
playfully bit him on the ass.

Gavin pressed Jake's body, pinning him against the kitchen counter. He
kissed his lips with a gentle nibble using his teeth and some tongue for
wetness.

Jake kissed him back running his tongue over his lips and blending spit
together. He grabbed the cheeks of his ass pulling him in closer to
him. Jake could feel Dylan's hard tool pressing into his crotch.  He felt
hungry.

Gavin unbuckled his pants letting them fall to his ankles. He was bare butt
with his balls resting in an Irish forest of black crotch hair. Without
delay Jake's hand found the warm flesh that was so familiar to him. He
worshipped Gavin's generous highland cock. He loved holding it, stroking
it, and especially licking it.  It brought back memories of their encounter
on the beach when he first, smelled Gavin between his legs, sucked and
swallowed his warm cum. He loved his taste and his crotchy odor. He just
loved it.

"I have a knock-out load, if you can take it." Said Gavin

"You always do and I always can.  I' de like to get Leon between us tho,
but he's not a player."

"I'm not so sure about that. He's a player if the time is right." Said
Gavin

"I don't see it." Leon doesn't even like you. He does like me however."

"Don't kid yourself Jake, he doesn't like you either. He tolerates you
because he's working here in the garden and getting paid."

"Am I supposed to be alarmed over Leon's likes or dislikes?

"Nope, not at all." replied Gavin. "I'm just sayin..."

"Okay, I know what you're saying. He's not a player, but could be at the
right time."

"Something like that." Gavin answered.

"I think any man is available at the right time with the right person."

"Pretty much, but that counts Leon out, `cause he's straight."

"Yeah, damn it"

"That's right, yeah - fuckin pussy lover."

Jake pulled off his shirt leaving himself naked from the waist up. His tan
golden chest was a trip just observing it.  Gavin knew what quality he had
being with Jake.

Jake stroked Gavin's hefty cock and it was hard as nails but smooth and
moist. Gavin hoped this would be more than just a blow job. Jake was a
keeper and he knew what to do.  He always got carried away and left nothing
to chance.  Jake was the best 5 star maniac with cock and body that one
could imagine.

He drew Gavin's Celtic meat to the back of his throat and held it there on
his tongue until he began to willingly choke. Gavin's cock got a wet sleigh
ride in his mouth, warming the juice in his balls to a bubbling load of
sticky cum determined to shoot free.

Gavin fucked his face until tears ran down his cheek, but he never
complained and let him do whatever he wanted.

The mug fell to the floor and hot coffee ran across the tile and under the
table, but no one cared. They saw it, but ignored it.

The kitchen door opened unexpectedly and there stood Leon. He slowly pushed
the door closed behind him looking at the two of them touching and sweating
against the counter. "What the fuck?" he started to say but stopped short
and just stared at the two of them saying nothing.

Jake didn't resist Gavin's cock in his throat. He told him to `take it
all.' Now there were commands, which made the scene very intense.

Leon watched him doing his best work ever. Jake snuggled into Gavin's
crotch, smelling his balls and squeezing his butt cheeks with both hands.
They loved an audience, as long as it was the right kind of audience. Leon
was their type of onlooker and so far, so good. As the moaning and commands
continued; Leon, with both hands camouflaging his zipper, was becoming
aroused.

"Mutherfucker, this is what you crazy white queers wants me to see? Telling
me to walk right in for some dumb beer.  Leon blurted out. "Damn" he
continued to mutter, moving closer to the counter looking at Jake half
naked, with his face buried between a man's legs, smelling his balls. This
shit is fucked up." Leon said.

"Damn, that's nasty, you hittin that dick – doin this shit."  His
expression showed he was uncomfortable being there. He certainly wasn't at
ease watching two men lick each other. But he made no effort to leave.

Gavin slid his cock back into Jakes mouth and let go with a load of warm
cum, holding Jake by his ears and talking spiteful to him like he always
did. "Take it man – take it- fuckin fag." Gavin said breathing fast and
convincingly fucking Jake's face.

Leon was intrigued by the way Jake could swallow cock. He watched as Jake
gulped cum, and opened his mouth again, so he could take more of Gavin's
sticky nutt.

Finally they stopped their animal recreation that Leon called nasty. It was
a matter of minutes and the two of them were once again clothed and looking
orderly like nothing had taken place...

"You did that shit on purpose, didn't you?" said Leon

"Did what?" asked Gavin.

"Look, I ain't stupid. You wanted me to see you doin queer shit. like I
don't know what queers do. I ain't stupid." Leon raved on getting a little
touchy but still being civil.

"Nobody thinks you're stupid." Said Jake.

"Okay, but why show me? That ain't my flow. My girl sucks cock too, but not
like that. It was fuckin hot, I'll give you that." He said, acting more at
ease.

"You saw it. Nobody showed you. What can I say besides; it's just sex Leon
– just sex."

"Yeah, I know what it is and that shit is your business, who you be lickin
on.  It's cool."

Leon opened the door to leave.  "I have to help clean up and put the tools
away. I'm supposed to be here on Monday.  Am I okay to come back to work?"
Leon asked surprisingly speaking improved English.

"Now, what do you think? Of course Leon, work is work. Here wait – take
some beer with you, and I'll see you on Monday."  Said Jake

"Okay"

"Sure, be cool." Gavin added

"Okay, I be trying." He mumbled.

Leon cracked a hint of a smile and went back outside caring the beer. He
was relaxed and at ease.

Joe had already picked up the shovels and didn't need any help with clean
up. Leon handed him a beer and the two of them sat on the stone wall with
their feet dangling, drinking, smiling and talking to each other.

"What do you think they are talking about?  Asked Jake"

"He's probably telling Joe, what a good cock sucker you are."

"I wouldn't doubt it. – He looked long enough to write a research paper.

"Leon's gonna be a player, I just feel it.  Did you see the package rise in
his jeans when you kept swallowing cum?  He liked that. He wasn't turned
off, he smiled." Gavin said.

"I'm certain he wouldn't have smiled, closing the door, if he was mad. He
would slam it shut.

He's impressive for sure, in those tight jeans.  Phew, Imagine how he looks
bare ass?  My cock is getting excited just thinking about that delicious
black booty. He's built for eating."  Jake continued.

"You mean, `fucking' Gavin replied

"Oh yeah, that too."

*********************************************** Part 2 – Leon

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