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

Email – jbalancier9@yahoo.com

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