Date: Tue, 3 Aug 1999 22:22:00 -0400 From: SoQueer Subject: Shadows This is a work of fiction. I wrote it nearly two years ago just to see if I could write a story. As always, this story is intended for an adult audience interested in Gay erotic literature. If you are not of legal age--that's eighteen in the US--or are offended by depictions of homosexuality or what homosexuals do when you're not around, then I strongly request that you find another place to surf. This story remains the property of the author and may not be reprinted in part or in whole without my permission. If you'd like to write me about this or any of my other stories, I'd love to hear from you. You can email me at soqueer@hotmail.com Love and a wet kiss, SoQueer.. Shadows by Andrew Deyo Tom took another drag on his cigarette as he stared out the window. He knew that to anyone in the darkness he'd be just a faint glowing ember in the distance. His eyes trailed over the house across the street: it's angles and ornamentation crated odd shadows, some dark, others half there. In one of the fainter shadows he could just make out a bit of movement... He took another drag on the cigarette and strained his eyes to make out the details. Some one was there alright -- maybe even TWO someones. Tom was tempted to go dig out the floodlight. "That's give `em a hell of a scare," he mumbled to himself. Just then the full moon came out from behind the clouds. Tom could tell now that there were definitely two of them, only one was real short, unless... "I'll be damned!" he whispered. He cupped his hands around his eyes to cut the glare. Sure enough, there were two men there, and one of them was going down on the other one. Tom felt a familiar fullness spreading in his boxers. He reached down to adjust himself, but his hand refused to let go. As if with a will of its own, his hand began massaging the growing lump. Across the way things were picking up between the two men. The standing man held his partner by the head and he was pounding his pelvis in the kneeling man's face. Without giving it a thought Tom pulled off his boxers. His hard-on was standing at raging attention. He rapped his fingers tightly around the pulsing shaft, adjusting his grip to assure himself the maximum pleasure. The pressure in the dark room began mounting as quickly as it was across the street. Tom could feel the tension rising -- the yarning for release was driving him on now, and no force on earth could stop the explosion from happening. The standing man suddenly clutched the head of his blower, pulling the sucking lips even closer to him, and driving his cock deep into the other man's throat as he shot his wad. It was to much for him. Tom's cum blasted out, shooting through the screen and out onto the porch. Again and again, the spasms ran through his muscles. Sweat poured down his back and down the crack of his ass. He breathing was deep and quick, and still he came. Across the street the two men made their way off into the darkness. Only plain grey shadows and Tom's cum-stained screens testified to their ever having been there. And then Tom noticed the faint glow of a cigarette two doors down...and Tom swore there were streaks running down his screen door, too...