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Stand By Me 14
And more Valentine's Day fun!
Please enjoy this story along with a lovely hand made truffle--mm! the creamy centers are to die for!
Whitney knew things had changed dramatically for Clark and himself. This whole thing was less of a lark, a ‘let’s see what I can get him to do’ kind of thing, it was becoming an obsession. He thought about Clark all the time now, he felt him under his skin all the time, he couldn’t look at Lana and not think of Clark—he *had*to think of Clark to come…and sometimes it made him mad—he felt like it was Clarks fault.
More and more Lana began to irritate him, and that wasn’t good, not part of his plan. Going to college, taking over the store, becoming another Woolworth and putting his footprints all over the world, that was his plan. And Lana was the perfect wife to be at his side—Pretty, compliant and remarkably dense. All good virtues in a woman. He wandered into the drug store and over to the soda fountain and sat. He ordered a cherry coke and sank back into his thoughts.
Clark was getting a thing for that Luthor guy, and that should make him happy but it didn’t. There was something about him that worried him, and that preacher father of his—he was a rotten egg, for sure. Grabby mitts that one, I can see it on him, no mistaking. Could have some fun with that, he thought and ran his straw across the bottom of his glass, sucking up the sweet syrup that settled there.
Lex was going to be a problem, he could feel it. He wasn’t sure if Lex was the problem or was just dragging it behind him.
When Whitney looked at him, he saw himself being sucked into a dark cloud around Lex, he could see Clark in it too and it bothered him more than it should. It wasn’t normal for him to worry about anyone else.
Clark. What the hell was it with him? He hadn’t even gotten his cock sucked yet, not a suck, not a lick--nothing! That boy was doing a number on him, no mistake. Whitney shook his head, marveling at his own stupidity.
He watched the kid behind the fountain bend over to get more napkins from under the counter and got an eyeful. Good looking kid…he swung his stool around idly, and spotted some giggling bimbos in one of the booths against the shop window. Oh yeah. Fucked her. Fucked that one’s sister. He sighed. He was bored. Clark was off playing with his little nigger friend and Lana was doing something stupid with Nell. He was bored with the ones he knew would put out and too lazy to find out who might with the right sweet talk and sheep eyes, just that extra little nudge in his direction…he looked at the soda jerk again and wondered if he could get him to come out in back of the store with him.
He slid off the stool and walked out instead. Later. I’ve got time…
He strolled around town thinking about nothing in particular which meant his thoughts circled around to Clark again and again.
Looking up he found he’d walked in a big circle around town, it brought him to the church at the far end of town, the one Luthor was pastor of. He stopped and felt a little flash of interest and smiled.
Alexander Luthor was pulling up to the church—alone. Whitney watched him get out of the car with a box stuffed with papers and walk towards the rear of the building. He shrugged. Haven’t been to church in a while, what the heck! Let’s go see what fascinates Clark so much.
He could hear the soft buzz of a desk fan trying to cool the air in the small office. Whitney thought it was strange that the man had the smallest office, it was cramped and crowded, barely seemed possible to turn around without bumping into the towering stacks of papers and books piled here and there, he thought. Looks like a rats nest—one person can fit in barely fit in that mess, let alone two . He must have made some noise because Alexander whirled around and looked at him—fear shifted over and disappeared quickly from his face. He stood, shoved his hands in his pockets. He tossed his hair back from his eyes and smirked. “Yes? Can I help you…?”
Whitney had to admit, he wasn’t bad looking. Nice build. He introduced himself, “Whitney. Fordman. My dad has the store down town.”
“Ah? How nice for you,” he said and sat again. “Again, how can I help you? I don’t believe I’ve seen you in church?”
Whitney grinned. “I don’t think you really give a shit about that.” He grinned at Alexander’s startled laugh, and came around to sit on the edge of the desk. Alexander looked at him with shining eyes. He snorted, thoroughly amused at Whitney’s nerve.
“You’re awfully sure of yourself, aren’t you?”
Whitney nodded, “yes, I am. If I want something, I go for it-–most times it works out for me. So—Alexander—Alex?” Lex shook his head no.
“You can call me Lex—your friend does.”
Whitney grinned. “Ah, my friend? Well, whatever’s good for my friend is good for me. Lex it is then. Tell me Lex,” He leaned back a little bit. “Does the door to this office lock?” He asked and Lex flushed. “Yes.” he replied —and he didn’t waste time asking why –he just got up and locked the door.
Whitney liked that.No wasting time on stupid questions, smart fellla. He stood up and tucked his thumbs under his suspenders and pulled them down his shoulders, pulled his t-shirt over his head. He looked at Lex, watching him as he fingered the top button on his pants. “You going to help?”
And Lex was on his knees, unbuttoning his fly, pulling open his trousers, taking him out. He pumped him roughly, watching his hand jerk over his cock. He raised his eyes to Whit’s and Whit pressed his head forward.
“Go ahead, then. Suck me.”
Lex’s eyes closed and he took him in, deep, quick, instantly setting a fast pace; it was rough and aggressive. Whitney was surprised and excited by the ferocity. Lex reached up, grabbed his hands and pressed them against his head until Whitney grabbed handfuls of hair. Lex pushed him hard against the edge of the desk, spread his legs far apart as they could go, and in seconds Whitney was panting and moaning, his head dropped and he stared at Lex and shuddered… Lex’s hands were moving all over him, cradling his balls, scratching his thighs and Whit felt a hand slide back, cup his ass and then a finger jabbed at him–oh no! Un-unh—don’t--”
“Shhh!” Lex hushed him, “Relax, relax,” he sucked him back in and the finger sliding in his cleft worked slower now, softer, around and around the place were no one else had ever touched, it slid into the ring of muscle, stroked shallow teasing little rings and Whitney felt himself coming undone bit by bit, melting around the teasing finger--it felt good, and with Lex working him with tongue and lips, it was magic. Lex moved his finger and suddenly sparks flew through his body, Lex sucked him into his throat and swallowed and Whitney froze and when Lex’s finger plunged in and out, and in again, Whitney shouted and came. He bent backward, gripping the desk edge like it was all that kept him from flying away, jerking his hips so hard it almost hurt and Lex never let go, held him until he was soft again.
When Whit could think again he figured he might as well find out what the price for that bit of fun was.
“My turn now?” He didn’t mind, that was a good blowjob; best he’d had, actually. He owed this Lex guy.
“Turn around, bend over.”
Whit stared at him, frowning, thinking.
Lex wasn’t trying to convince him, he sure didn’t look—desperate or begging--- he stood there stroking himself, in fact he looked pretty damn sure of himself and Whit thought for the first time, nice cock—actually looked at it, and wanted it, and it was a strange feeling to desire like that… “Okay,” he shrugged, “but if it hurts…”
“It’s going to hurt a little. But you can take it.”
Whit nodded and thought he must be seven kinds of fool but turned and bent and…waited.
He felt a soft wet touch, warm, insistent, it nudged against his hole and nudged and Whitney found himself laying on the desk with his legs wide and Lex’s s tongue in his ass, and then Lex’s fingers and just when he thought it was going to kill him with not enough, Lex’s cock was in—it did hurt. It was a quick spear of pain that sank right into his bones, pain that filled him and became pleasure, he could feel something slick sliding over his skin, Lex’s hands gripping him, moving him and Lex angled his hips, thrust and groaned, but it was drowned out by Whit’s yelp of surprise and harsh gasps as Lex began fucking him just like he’d fuck a girl—“oh-oh god—god!” He couldn’t close his mouth and he was babbling like a nut and he thought cover your mouth, but his hands were busy trying to find the edges of Lex’s desk—oh fuck--I just threw everything on the floor. The sound of glass shattering and the slap of books and papers hitting the floor didn’t cover the sound of Lex laughing and cursing, “My lamp! Shit!”…
Whitney pictured Clark walking in and finding them like this, him spread and moaning over Lex’s desk, Lex in him and curled over him, ankle deep in all this stupid paper and Clark dropping behind Lex, pulling him open to kiss and taste Lex the way Lex had done to him—“Ah, ah--Fuck!” An orgasm tore through him like nothing he’d ever felt before-he heard himself stuttering and mewling like a baby—Lex –fuck him—Lex was laughing again, but he was coming now, and groaning like he was in pain—
He dropped onto Whitney’s back, panting and wet and but silent now as he bit and licked at Whitney’s back.
Onward--ever onward!
ETA: I keep screwing up the cuts! Poot!
Please enjoy this story along with a lovely hand made truffle--mm! the creamy centers are to die for!
Whitney knew things had changed dramatically for Clark and himself. This whole thing was less of a lark, a ‘let’s see what I can get him to do’ kind of thing, it was becoming an obsession. He thought about Clark all the time now, he felt him under his skin all the time, he couldn’t look at Lana and not think of Clark—he *had*to think of Clark to come…and sometimes it made him mad—he felt like it was Clarks fault.
More and more Lana began to irritate him, and that wasn’t good, not part of his plan. Going to college, taking over the store, becoming another Woolworth and putting his footprints all over the world, that was his plan. And Lana was the perfect wife to be at his side—Pretty, compliant and remarkably dense. All good virtues in a woman. He wandered into the drug store and over to the soda fountain and sat. He ordered a cherry coke and sank back into his thoughts.
Clark was getting a thing for that Luthor guy, and that should make him happy but it didn’t. There was something about him that worried him, and that preacher father of his—he was a rotten egg, for sure. Grabby mitts that one, I can see it on him, no mistaking. Could have some fun with that, he thought and ran his straw across the bottom of his glass, sucking up the sweet syrup that settled there.
Lex was going to be a problem, he could feel it. He wasn’t sure if Lex was the problem or was just dragging it behind him.
When Whitney looked at him, he saw himself being sucked into a dark cloud around Lex, he could see Clark in it too and it bothered him more than it should. It wasn’t normal for him to worry about anyone else.
Clark. What the hell was it with him? He hadn’t even gotten his cock sucked yet, not a suck, not a lick--nothing! That boy was doing a number on him, no mistake. Whitney shook his head, marveling at his own stupidity.
He watched the kid behind the fountain bend over to get more napkins from under the counter and got an eyeful. Good looking kid…he swung his stool around idly, and spotted some giggling bimbos in one of the booths against the shop window. Oh yeah. Fucked her. Fucked that one’s sister. He sighed. He was bored. Clark was off playing with his little nigger friend and Lana was doing something stupid with Nell. He was bored with the ones he knew would put out and too lazy to find out who might with the right sweet talk and sheep eyes, just that extra little nudge in his direction…he looked at the soda jerk again and wondered if he could get him to come out in back of the store with him.
He slid off the stool and walked out instead. Later. I’ve got time…
He strolled around town thinking about nothing in particular which meant his thoughts circled around to Clark again and again.
Looking up he found he’d walked in a big circle around town, it brought him to the church at the far end of town, the one Luthor was pastor of. He stopped and felt a little flash of interest and smiled.
Alexander Luthor was pulling up to the church—alone. Whitney watched him get out of the car with a box stuffed with papers and walk towards the rear of the building. He shrugged. Haven’t been to church in a while, what the heck! Let’s go see what fascinates Clark so much.
He could hear the soft buzz of a desk fan trying to cool the air in the small office. Whitney thought it was strange that the man had the smallest office, it was cramped and crowded, barely seemed possible to turn around without bumping into the towering stacks of papers and books piled here and there, he thought. Looks like a rats nest—one person can fit in barely fit in that mess, let alone two . He must have made some noise because Alexander whirled around and looked at him—fear shifted over and disappeared quickly from his face. He stood, shoved his hands in his pockets. He tossed his hair back from his eyes and smirked. “Yes? Can I help you…?”
Whitney had to admit, he wasn’t bad looking. Nice build. He introduced himself, “Whitney. Fordman. My dad has the store down town.”
“Ah? How nice for you,” he said and sat again. “Again, how can I help you? I don’t believe I’ve seen you in church?”
Whitney grinned. “I don’t think you really give a shit about that.” He grinned at Alexander’s startled laugh, and came around to sit on the edge of the desk. Alexander looked at him with shining eyes. He snorted, thoroughly amused at Whitney’s nerve.
“You’re awfully sure of yourself, aren’t you?”
Whitney nodded, “yes, I am. If I want something, I go for it-–most times it works out for me. So—Alexander—Alex?” Lex shook his head no.
“You can call me Lex—your friend does.”
Whitney grinned. “Ah, my friend? Well, whatever’s good for my friend is good for me. Lex it is then. Tell me Lex,” He leaned back a little bit. “Does the door to this office lock?” He asked and Lex flushed. “Yes.” he replied —and he didn’t waste time asking why –he just got up and locked the door.
Whitney liked that.No wasting time on stupid questions, smart fellla. He stood up and tucked his thumbs under his suspenders and pulled them down his shoulders, pulled his t-shirt over his head. He looked at Lex, watching him as he fingered the top button on his pants. “You going to help?”
And Lex was on his knees, unbuttoning his fly, pulling open his trousers, taking him out. He pumped him roughly, watching his hand jerk over his cock. He raised his eyes to Whit’s and Whit pressed his head forward.
“Go ahead, then. Suck me.”
Lex’s eyes closed and he took him in, deep, quick, instantly setting a fast pace; it was rough and aggressive. Whitney was surprised and excited by the ferocity. Lex reached up, grabbed his hands and pressed them against his head until Whitney grabbed handfuls of hair. Lex pushed him hard against the edge of the desk, spread his legs far apart as they could go, and in seconds Whitney was panting and moaning, his head dropped and he stared at Lex and shuddered… Lex’s hands were moving all over him, cradling his balls, scratching his thighs and Whit felt a hand slide back, cup his ass and then a finger jabbed at him–oh no! Un-unh—don’t--”
“Shhh!” Lex hushed him, “Relax, relax,” he sucked him back in and the finger sliding in his cleft worked slower now, softer, around and around the place were no one else had ever touched, it slid into the ring of muscle, stroked shallow teasing little rings and Whitney felt himself coming undone bit by bit, melting around the teasing finger--it felt good, and with Lex working him with tongue and lips, it was magic. Lex moved his finger and suddenly sparks flew through his body, Lex sucked him into his throat and swallowed and Whitney froze and when Lex’s finger plunged in and out, and in again, Whitney shouted and came. He bent backward, gripping the desk edge like it was all that kept him from flying away, jerking his hips so hard it almost hurt and Lex never let go, held him until he was soft again.
When Whit could think again he figured he might as well find out what the price for that bit of fun was.
“My turn now?” He didn’t mind, that was a good blowjob; best he’d had, actually. He owed this Lex guy.
“Turn around, bend over.”
Whit stared at him, frowning, thinking.
Lex wasn’t trying to convince him, he sure didn’t look—desperate or begging--- he stood there stroking himself, in fact he looked pretty damn sure of himself and Whit thought for the first time, nice cock—actually looked at it, and wanted it, and it was a strange feeling to desire like that… “Okay,” he shrugged, “but if it hurts…”
“It’s going to hurt a little. But you can take it.”
Whit nodded and thought he must be seven kinds of fool but turned and bent and…waited.
He felt a soft wet touch, warm, insistent, it nudged against his hole and nudged and Whitney found himself laying on the desk with his legs wide and Lex’s s tongue in his ass, and then Lex’s fingers and just when he thought it was going to kill him with not enough, Lex’s cock was in—it did hurt. It was a quick spear of pain that sank right into his bones, pain that filled him and became pleasure, he could feel something slick sliding over his skin, Lex’s hands gripping him, moving him and Lex angled his hips, thrust and groaned, but it was drowned out by Whit’s yelp of surprise and harsh gasps as Lex began fucking him just like he’d fuck a girl—“oh-oh god—god!” He couldn’t close his mouth and he was babbling like a nut and he thought cover your mouth, but his hands were busy trying to find the edges of Lex’s desk—oh fuck--I just threw everything on the floor. The sound of glass shattering and the slap of books and papers hitting the floor didn’t cover the sound of Lex laughing and cursing, “My lamp! Shit!”…
Whitney pictured Clark walking in and finding them like this, him spread and moaning over Lex’s desk, Lex in him and curled over him, ankle deep in all this stupid paper and Clark dropping behind Lex, pulling him open to kiss and taste Lex the way Lex had done to him—“Ah, ah--Fuck!” An orgasm tore through him like nothing he’d ever felt before-he heard himself stuttering and mewling like a baby—Lex –fuck him—Lex was laughing again, but he was coming now, and groaning like he was in pain—
He dropped onto Whitney’s back, panting and wet and but silent now as he bit and licked at Whitney’s back.
Onward--ever onward!
ETA: I keep screwing up the cuts! Poot!
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And did I just read the word "threesome" up there in a previous comment! I can't wait to read it!
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OMG--that's just so sexy!
Oh, oh yeah--threesome, soonish...
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We can share it until you get your own. ;-)
Here the bigger version if you are interested.
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I'm delight that you loved the view!
It's so great that you share the Whitney love!