by Sky Winters
The motorcycle stopped and he pulled up beside it to park. His hands gripped the wheel, pondering whether he should make a hasty retreat or take a chance. Then the biker was at the window, motioning for him to come on. Slowly, he opened his door and stepped out, still wondering if he was doing the right thing.
“It’s okay. I know it looks like someplace a massacre would take place, but I promise you it isn’t.”
“I would certainly hope not, but then again, if you were a crazed killer, you wouldn’t really tell me now would you?”
“No. I wouldn’t.”
A broad smile crossed his face. It was the first time Charlie had seen him smile since he’d approached him in the bar. There was nothing sinister or creepy about it. Instead, he found that it drew him in even closer. He followed him into the cabin, looking around at the modest décor. While the outside looked rather rough, he had done a very good job of achieving a sort of shabby chic look that was actually quite cozy looking on the inside.
“Make yourself comfortable on the sofa. Want another drink?”
“Sure. That would be great.”
“I’ve got a great bottle of Shiraz. A gift from an associate. That okay with you?”
“Sounds perfect.”
Charlie watched as he shed the leather jacket, his broad shoulders flexing to show off an impressive set of muscles and tattooed arms beneath his plain white tee shirt. He was fascinated by the way they rippled even while he did something as simple as removing the cork from the wine bottle on the table in front of him. Charlie felt like he was practically salivating as the biker walked toward him with the two glasses of wine and handed him one before sitting down on the sofa beside him.
“I’m glad you came home with me. I had noticed you even before you walked over to me at the bar.”
“Really? You didn’t seem to be very interested at first.”
“It wasn’t that. I just had a lot on my mind. You could say that I have some issues with my boss. I’ll get it sorted out eventually. Just affects my mood.”
“I can understand that. Do you want to talk about it?”
“No. I think what I’d rather do is just forget it for a while. How about we enjoy our wine and get to know one another a bit better?”
“I’d love that.”
Charlie was taken off guard as he leaned forward and kissed him. Despite his rugged good looks, his lips were soft, tender. His heart raced as he probed his mouth gently, exploring him deeply with his tongue. If he had any reservations about coming here with him, they melted away, along with any resistance. The wine was quickly set aside and replaced with passion as they began to hungrily devour one another.
“Wait. I have to say something,” Charlie gasped.
Tommy hesitated, pulling away from him and looking closely at his face. Charlie could see the longing in his eyes. It was the first time he had ever seen that from another man and it felt incredible. Charlie wasn’t quite a virgin, but he hadn’t been afforded a lot of opportunity to explore his sexuality with his parents watching his every move.
“What’s wrong?”
“I’m not very experienced.”
“Nothing wrong with that. We’ll take it slow.”
Charlie nodded, not sure what to say and feeling just a little embarrassed that he even mentioned it. Tommy began kissing him again. His mouth was hot, hungry but slow and sensuous as his tongue swirled lazily against Charlies. He could feel his body responding to his, eager for more of him. Things grew quickly more heated as he pulled back and stripped off his shirt, exposing his well-defined pecs and ribbed abs. Charlie noted the large tattoo of a bear’s claw trailing scratch marks on one side of his chest as he leaned forward and pulled my own shirt away.
It made him a bit self-conscious about his own lack of definition. While Tommy’s body was completely ripped, his was thinner, less defined. Charlie’s body was more that of a runner and cycler, his main two hobbies. He obviously spent some serious time in the gym working on his fitness. Charlie’s thoughts along that line were quickly discarded, overcome by the sensations he was creating with his touch. Their chests met as Tommy began kissing him again, his mouth drifting down the side of his neck and along his shoulder blade. He let out a loud gasp as his teeth sank into his skin and his hips ground into his own. His erection pressed against Charlie’s, driving him crazy with desire.
“God, you’re hot,” Tommy breathed against his skin.
He smiled, relaxing a bit with the knowledge that he wasn’t appalled by his thin, pale body. His hand slipped between them, sliding down into the front of Charlie’s pants and massaging his already rock hard cock as he continued to probe his mouth with his tongue. It felt like he would explode in his pants even though he struggled to hold back. Just when he thought he wasn’t going to be able to take anymore, he pulled away and stood in front of him, stripping off his pants and standing before him naked. Charlie tried not to gawk at the size of his cock. Though Charlie was well endowed, Tommy was thicker and rock hard.
Charlie stood and removed his own pants, kicking them to one side as they began kissing again. Their cocks swayed heavily against one another as things grew rapidly more aggressive. Reaching between them, Charlie began stroking his cock with one deft hand, while stroking his own with the other, rubbing the precum slickened heads together as they moaned into one another’s mouth. Suddenly, he found himself being twisted around by the shoulders, Tommy’s hand on his back pushing him forward across the sofa.
“Is this what you want, Charlie? You want me to fuck you like a little school boy?”
“Yes,” he groaned, his words half muffled against the overstuffed back of the sofa.
He felt his fingers, slick with his salvia, rubbing his asshole, preparing him for entry. He had only been fucked once before and it was by a guy he met at a party right after his high school graduation. He hadn’t lasted long and was considerably smaller, so Charlie wasn’t sure how he would handle someone like Tommy. Of course, he was so turned on that he wanted nothing but to feel him ripping him apart with his huge cock.
Charlie tensed involuntarily as he felt the head of his prick push against his tiny orifice. Tommy put a hand on his back and whispered to him.
“Relax. I’ll take it slow until you’re used to me.”
Charlie nodded, biting his lip as he anticipated him inside his ass. He tried to relax as much as he could so that he could enjoy what he was about to do to him rather than it hurting too much. Slowly, he began pushing into him, just a little a first. He barely see sawed against him, letting only the tip slip inside before pulling out. Then it was more, slipping further inside until the entire head was in. Charlie let out a deep breath as he pulled back and then slipped forward again. Each time, he was a little further inside of him until his entire cock was finally buried in his ass. It felt amazing to Charlie.
“Doing okay?”
“God, yes. You feel so good inside of me.”
“It feels good to be inside of you,” he replied, suddenly slipping almost free of him and then pushing all the way back in. Charlie moaned loudly as he began fucking him, slowly and deeply, grinding his hips forward so that he was buried completely inside of him each time he pushed forward.
Things escalated quickly as he began to pick up his pace. Charlie reached down and began stroking his own cock as Tommy increased his strokes, now slamming into him again and again, his body pushing his forward against the back of the sofa as he fucked him like a wild animal. His grunts filled the small cabin as he fucked him, his hands now digging into his ass, pulling his cheeks apart as he plowed into him repeatedly.
“Oh fuck, I’m going to come.”
“Yes, come inside of me,” Charlie begged, carried away by the moment and wanting to feel his hot juices shooting against his pink insides.
His answer came in the form of a stream of heavy cum filling his ass as he let out a loud cry of satisfaction. Turning him over, he knelt between his legs and took Charlie’s own
cock in his mouth. He was so close to the edge that he had barely begun sucking at the tip when Charlie felt himself pulsating with a pending explosion.
“God, I’m coming,” Charlie moaned.
He watched his beautiful head slip further down his cock, taking him all the way down the back of his throat as he spewed my load down his velvet throat. He drank every drop, coming up with a smile as he licked an escaping drop from the corner of his mouth. It might have well been the most beautiful thing Charlie had ever witnessed in his young adult life.
“Let’s go to bed,” he said, standing up and extending his hand.
“Are you sure? I don’t have to stay.”
“Of course you do. It’s too late to drive home and I’m not done with you yet.”
Charlie smiled at the thought of spending the entire night having sex with such an incredible creature. He found himself nodding in agreement as Tommy took his hand and led him to the bedroom. At first, they curled up and fell asleep together. That was something he certainly had never had the luxury of doing. His few encounters had been stolen moments that didn’t afford something like sleeping over.
Somewhere in the night, Charlie found himself being awakened by Tommy’s kisses as they trailed down the length of his body and back up. His perfect mouth surrounded his cock again, bobbing up and down the length of it until he was harder than granite. His hands squeezed his balls as he sucked his cock.
“I want to fuck you,” Charlie told him.
“I thought you’d never ask.”
Charlie watched as Tommy’s body, illuminated only by the rays of the nearly full moon shining through the window crawled toward the headboard and offered him his tight ass. He knelt behind him, circling the rim with his tongue before lapping through the center, getting him nice and wet. Charlie was nervous as he moved into position behind him and began slowly slipping inside of him. He could see his hands grasping the metal rungs of the cast iron bed as he eased further inside and began fucking him eagerly.
His hips pushed back towards Charlie’s as he fucked him, slowly at first, but then with increasingly harder strokes. He seemed to only want more as he continued to shove back against him, bucking against each stroke so that he was buried to the hilt inside of him.
“That’s it. Fuck me. Fuck me harder.”
Charlie loved listening to him beg for it and was more than happy to accommodate his request, shoving into him violently again and again until he could feel himself reaching a climax. Reaching around him, he began stroking his cock as he slowed his strokes to last a bit longer but it was too late. He found myself exploding inside him as he moaned in appreciation. Flipping him over, Charlie took his cock in his mouth to finish him off, licking and sucking his way up and down it as he fingered his cum filled asshole with a single finger.
“God, yes. Don’t stop. I’m going to come down your pretty little throat,” he groaned, jacking his hips forward suddenly and sending a hot load of jizz down the back of his mouth.
Collapsing back into the pillows, they fell asleep peacefully until morning. Charlie had an odd sensation when he awoke, but dismissed it as just being a bit sore. After all, he wasn’t used to the extended activity he had enjoyed with Tommy. He smiled a bit just thinking about it. Looking toward the other side of the bed, he realized he was already up and about. His clothes had been brought in and laid neatly over a chair in the bedroom, so he got dressed and went out to the living room.
“Good morning, Princess. Did you get enough sleep?” he teased from where he was standing in the kitchen.
“I slept quite well, yes.”
“Care for some breakfast then?”
“Smells great, but I have to get going. I’m going to be late for my first day of classes if I don’t get on my way.”
“Fair enough. I guess I’ll see you around then.”
“Yeah. Thanks for last night.”
He nodded as he turned back to the eggs he was cooking. Charlie took the opportunity to slip out, feeling a bit disappointed that he hadn’t tried to get his number or make arrangements to see him again. He guessed he would have to be a big boy and realize that it was just a one-night stand. It was too bad really, as he had really enjoyed being with him. He hurried out to his car and left, making quick time across town and getting a shower in his own apartment before heading out to class.
Sitting in his classes, he had a lot of trouble focusing on anything being said by the professors, and was glad it was just an easy day where they told them what they expected and what they would need for class. His mind kept drifting back to Tommy and their night together. He couldn’t get him off his mind. He wondered why he was obsessing so much over a guy that obviously had no further interest in him. To top it all off, he was beginning to feel incredibly nauseous. As the day went on, he found that it only increased. He managed to make it to all of his class orientations before going home.
Once there, he drank like a half bottle of Pepto Bismal and climbed into bed. Whatever this was didn’t show any signs of going away. He would have sworn it was food poisoning if he had eaten anything to have caused it. He was certain Tommy hadn’t given him anything in his drinks as he would have begun to feel the effects long before now. Whatever this was seemed to only get worse as the night progressed. By morning, he was bent over the toilet sweating and dry heaving. Once the initial round of illness subsided a bit, he leaned back against the tub and called to get the school clinic hours.
Sitting in the waiting room, Charlie could feel the sweat beading up on his body as his stomach threatened to churn over right there in the middle of all of the other students that were alongside him. He wasn’t sure that he wouldn’t pass out before he got in to see someone, but finally he was called back and put on a table for examination.
“I’m not sure what is going on here, Charlie, but you appear to have some sort of mass in your abdomen,” the doctor said.
“What sort of mass?” he asked, the fright in his voice apparent.
“I’m not sure. You haven’t noticed it before?”
“No. Not at all. I was fine until this morning.”
“It’s quite a large growth, Charlie. I mean, it is visible from the outside. Look in the mirror.”
Charlie stood up from the table and looked in the full length mirror that hung on one wall near the exam table. Much to his surprise, his stomach had an obviously rounded look as if he was bloated. It hadn’t been like that even as late as this morning.
“What do we do, Doctor Burns?”
“I’m going to send you down the hall for an ultra sound. If it has come up that fast, it is best that we figure out what it is right away. Go ahead and get dressed and I’ll call you down as soon as I can get a tech in there to do a scan.”
“Okay. Thanks, doctor.”
The doctor left the room, leaving Charlie sitting there feeling more scared than he had ever been of anything in his life. He slowly began to get dressed, feeling achy and tired. It didn’t help that he was feeling still so sick and that now it felt like something was moving around inside of him. This was all just unreal.
“Charlie, come on and let’s see what we can find out about this for you, son,” the doctor said as he opened the door and poked his head in. Charlie nodded at him and followed him down the hall, feeling like he was on his way to his own execution for some reason. Moments later, he was on another table with his pants unsnapped and his shirt pushed up.
“This is going to be a bit cold,” the tech told him as she smeared some weird blue gel on his stomach with what looked like a big microphone to him. She moved it around from place to place and looked at a screen by his bedside, a puzzled look on her face. He saw her eyes grow large and she seemed startled for a moment.
“What is it?” he asked.
“Um, I’m not sure. Hold on a minute. I need to get the doctor to look at this.”
“Please, just tell me,” Charlie pleaded as she ignored him and hurried out of the room. She returned only momen
ts later with the doctor and a nurse in tow. Resuming her position, she began moving the wand around again, pausing and pointing at something as the doctor looked at it puzzled.
“Charlie, were you perhaps a child of multiple birth?”
“Multiple birth?”
“You know, like twins, triplets, etc. Do you know if your mother took any fertility drugs?”
“No. Mom got pregnant the old fashioned way as far as I know and it was only me. Why?”
“Print that,” the doctor told the tech. She hit a button and a small printer whirred into action. The doctor reached for the printout and handed it to Charlie.
“What is it?”
“It’s an embryo.”
“I’m sorry. It’s a what?”
“A baby to be. I don’t know how, but you have a baby floating around your abdomen in some sort of pocket space that seems to have developed off of your stomach lining.”
“That’s impossible.”
“If I weren’t seeing it, I would say the same thing, but it’s definitely an embryo.”
“How? I mean, I don’t understand.”
“Perhaps there was a twin that didn’t quite separate and has been in there dormant all these years. Perhaps something sparked it into growth. I don’t know. What I do know is that you have an embryo growing against your stomach lining. That is why you are so sick.”
“What do we do?”
“All we can do is remove it. We will have to schedule you for surgery to have it taken out before it does any damage to other organs or your stomach lining.”
“Okay. When can we do that?”
“Let’s get you cleaned up and meet in my office. I’ll see about getting a surgeon to get you into an operating room right away.”
“Okay.”
Charlie waited while the tech cleaned the goo off his stomach and began to get redressed, finding that he already was no longer able to fasten the buttons on his jeans. He had been able to only moments ago, so this thing inside of him was growing fast. He was terrified. Following the nurse to the doctor’s office, he listened in a daze as the doctor told him they could get him into the operating room in a few days and that he would need to meet with the surgeon tomorrow to discuss what would be done further. He left even more frightened than when he had arrived.
