Out of the Shadows

Book 1:  The Student  -  Chapter 3


Like most young men his age, Brian had started to question his parents about anything and everything. Their opinions counted for nothing and he constantly challenged them. 

How much studying he should do; how much TV he should watch: how late he should stay out at night. And Jack and Joan were wondering for how much longer were they going to be able to keep Brian’s destiny a secret. They couldn’t let him get too out of hand to the point where pulling him back would prove difficult and painful; choosing instead to trust their son to know in his heart what was best.

And although most of Brian’s attitude could be put down to normal teenage moodiness, he was wrestling with something else. How much longer could he keep the fact that he was knew he was gay a secret from his parents? He didn’t want to hurt them; they loved him and he loved them and he hoped in time they would grow to understand.

The only close friend he had was Michael, who knowing the education Brian was receiving had guessed he was from a pretty rich family, but had never questioned him about it and Brian never volunteered any information. Money had never been in plentiful supply at the Novotny’s; Debbie was a single Mom and the only other person in the household was her brother Vic who was also gay and who was very soon moving away to New York. But Debbie worked hard to provide for her son as much as she could; using Michael’s friendship with Brian as a means to gain access to his family’s money would never be an issue.

In all the time they’d known each other, Brian had never taken his friend home and when he and Michael weren’t at the diner, Brian would often spend time at the Novotny’s. Debbie was always welcoming but never slow to chastise Brian or pick him up on something if he smart-mouthed her; though whatever he said was generally done so with tongue very firmly stuck in cheek. 

Despite Brian’s background, he obviously felt at home with them, Debbie concluded; otherwise he wouldn’t feel comfortable enough to backchat her and she had the feeling he would never speak to his own Mother this way; but she wouldn’t let it go too far and he normally showed her a high level of respect and listened to what she had to say.

With their son now spending so much time outside of the family home, Jack and Joan were becoming concerned for his safety; fearing influences beyond their control and although they trusted him had decided to instigate a little searching of their own to be sure. 

The Kinney’s had contacted Jonathan; who had decided after all to continue his studies rather than return to Zonan and he’d agreed to investigate whether Brian was in any danger. As someone Brian didn’t remember, he was able to watch him from a discrete distance and Jonathan reported back to the Kinney’s that their son would appear to be spending time in the company of a family who posed no threat: who seemed to be unaware of the sum of Brian’s wealth and that the son was someone with whom Brian appeared to be forging a firm friendship.

The Kinney’s decided to take no action; accepting after all that Brian would need a friend and that they had to learn to trust their son’s judgement. If he was wrong in his choice of friend, the lesson would be a painful one, but one learnt well.

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Brian knew he was spending more time with Michael than his parents wanted him to and it was obvious they were worried about him. Though it grieved him, he cut back on the time he spent with Mikey a little and, as promised, buckled down to school. It was worth the effort and Brian attained excellent grades and would soon be starting at Carnegie-Mellon. Michael hadn’t been quite so fortunate and was off to Community College.

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Over the months, Jack and Joan watched proudly as their son continued to develop into an extremely attractive and confident young man and Jack bought Brian a car of his own as a reward for his hard work and to make life easier for getting to college. But Brian’s parents also knew that no doubt, Brian would very soon start to talk about wanting to leave home and make his own way. They would have to start making plans.

For the moment, Brian was content to still live at home and picking a dirty tee up off the floor of his bedroom to take to the laundry one morning, Joan noticed something hidden under the bed and she realised just how much Brian had indeed grown up when she found the gay magazine.

Joan knew then that they would have to talk to him sooner than expected, though it had always been difficult to determine exactly when this time might arrive.

His Mother feared that if Brian was trying to deal with his awakened sexuality, then he was probably going through a troubled time, trying to work out how to tell them he was gay. Jack and Joan, of course, had known all along; this was part of Brian’s destiny.

They contacted the Elders for advice; Brian was maturing fast and they wanted confirmation that his teachings should soon begin. The Elders asked them to delay; that there were obviously other areas of Brian’s education to be considered and that it wasn’t just the wisdom and powers of his parents that would be passed on to him; Not if Brian was to become the most complete homosexual he could possibly be.

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Many of the guys that came in to the diner were incredibly hot and Brian was soon receiving more than his fair share of admiring looks and compliments and his natural confidence was beginning to shine through, much to Michael’s disappointment.

Since their first meeting, which Michael often thought about, he frequently placed Brian in his imagination as his hero; his knight in shining armour; or someone shrouded in a cape who would swoop down and save him from his tormentors and his feelings for him were growing beyond that of friendship.

After a few weeks, Michael realised that Community College wasn’t for him and instead left and managed to get a job at the Big Q. Brian was continuing to make good strides at College and was soon on the soccer team.

Michael realised he was probably going to have to work hard if he wanted to hang on to Brian, with all the new people and interests his friend was now coming into contact with. He suggested that if Brian wanted somewhere quiet to study, or if he just wanted to hang out, then they could go back to his place; giving him an opportunity to have Brian entirely to himself. Brian didn’t always agree however, he was quite happy to continue having fun hanging out at the diner, but when he did go back to his friend’s, it was becoming clear what Michael’s motives were.

At first, Brian didn’t realise how much he was teasing his friend; with the prospect that their relationship might turn into something more, but as time went on Michael’s feelings were becoming clearer. Brian knew that turning Michael down flat might leave him without any real friends at all; something he didn’t want to risk, even though it meant deceiving him and nothing was said between them.

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It was Friday night and instead of hanging out at Michael’s and having take-out or watching a video together, Brian suggested they go out. Michael’s initial reluctance confused him, but Brian was determined.

Brian’s needs and curiosity were growing stronger every day; no longer was he content with jerking off in the shower or in bed. He wanted to know what it was like to be with a man: to sample the exquisite pleasures he was sure were awaiting him and if Michael didn’t want to venture out with him, then he would go alone.

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It had been raining and stepping off the kerb into the puddle as they crossed Liberty Avenue, Brian’s heart was beginning to pound in his chest. Michael was chatting nervously to him, but Brian didn’t hear a word he was saying; this was the first time they’d ventured here after dark and the street took on a totally different personality.

The place was teeming and the music was deafening. It had taken a little organising and several weeks of Brian’s allowance, but false ID’s provided by one of the kids from college would enable them to take out membership of the hottest dance club in the gay community: Babylon. Obviously, Brian’s college acquaintances had contacts of the highest order, with a many of them frequenting the local bars even though still legally under age: but not, of course, in this part of town.

They checked-in their jackets and made their way to the bar and sticking with beers, they picked their drinks up off the counter and pushed their way through the throng of hot young men; taking the stairs up to the gallery so they could look down onto the dance floor.

They’d heard about this place from the diner and it didn’t get passed Debbie the interest they were showing in finally discovering what was on offer down the street from where she worked. 

Earlier, Brian had turned up at Michael’s just before 11:00 and they’d thought they were going to get away undetected. But Debbie had heard the whispered voices downstairs and had gone to investigate.

Seeing Brian standing there in his tight jeans and figure-hugging tee; his leather jacket over his arm, even Debbie had to admit he looked hot; something that hadn’t gone unnoticed by her son. 

Having long ago got over his soccer coach’s indifference to him, Brian had decided to pay him no attention: to continue with his sport and let the man see what he was missing and he continued with soccer once in college. Obviously, all that exercise paid off; he wasn’t over muscular, but his slim frame was nicely defined under the thin fabric.

Debbie had seen the looks Michael was giving his friend and not for the first time and it was obvious to her that her son wanted more from Brian than just friendship. But though Brian had often hugged Michael and would even, from time to time kiss him, the look on his face and in his eyes told her everything she needed to know. She knew in her heart that Brian would never be able to give Michael what her son was beginning to yearn for; something she hoped he would realise before his heart was broken.

And now, on this Friday night as Michael was grabbing his jacket, his Mother called him back and, going to her purse, she pulled out a handful of condoms.

“Here … you kids be sure to use these …” and she passed some to them both: ignoring the shocked look on Michael’s face. Brian didn’t say anything but just took them and smiled. He’d already thought that far ahead and made sure he had a supply in his pocket.

“MOM!” Michael couldn’t hide his embarrassment, but his Mother waved his discomfort aside. “Michael … it’s obvious where you two are headed … and I was wondering when you were going to get around to it … but you have to be careful … and don’t tell me you don’t know what I’m talking about … okay?”

Shoving the packets into his pocket, Michael moved towards his Mother and gave her a hug: wondering just how many other Mom’s would be so understanding of their sons.

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The good-looking, well-built man, who appeared to be in his late twenties, had been studying the two of them up on the gallery for some while and saw especially how nervous the smaller one appeared to be. He smiled to himself; they had no idea that he’d followed them into the club.

He smiled up at the good-looking taller of the two and caught his eye and beckoned to him to come down and join him on the dance floor. Brian’s heart missed a beat and he swallowed and looked at Michael. “He’s old … but he is hot …” admitted his friend and Brian grinned and to Michael’s disappointment, he was left standing on the gallery, watching as Brian made his way down the stairs.

Michael saw how the man got close and said something into Brian’s ear and how Brian smiled at him in return and before long the two were dancing closely together; the older, slightly taller man with his arms around Brian’s waist and Brian’s hand’s linked behind the man’s neck.

Brian stared at the larger man; his confidence growing as they gyrated to the music together. The man was hot, but it was obvious that he thought Brian was too and as the younger man’s heart started to beat faster and the tingling sensation in his groin was growing more difficult to ignore, he wondered where this encounter would lead.

Brian had noticed how couples would disappear off the dance floor and not always in the direction of the bar. He’d heard about the famous back room at the club where guys fucked openly and was wondering when the man, now behind him; holding him close and grinding into him; would suggest they go there.

It wasn’t too long before the expected invitation was issued with just a smile and an inclination of the head and not wanting the man to know just how inexperienced he was, Brian had nodded and hesitated only briefly to glance up in Michael’s direction before he proceeded. And now, trying not to look at all apprehensive, Brian followed the man down the dark narrow corridor. 

Seeing his friend disappear, Michael initially had felt a little concerned about him and then a growing feeling of annoyance set in. They had come to the club together, but now Brian had deserted him and Michael went to get another drink from the bar while he waited for Brian to return.

Moans of pleasure met Brian’s ears and the smell of hot sweaty bodies engaged in various sexual activities surprised him, but he was determined to appear far more casual and experienced than his years belied.

Suddenly, the man stopped and turned around; he took Brian by the shoulders and stood him up against the wall. He ran his fingers down Brian’s chest and over his stomach to the bulge that was now becoming obvious and slowly, he unzipped Brian’s jeans. Carefully, he parted the folds of the material and then his fingers closed around Brian’s cock; tugging him a few times until he got the reaction he was looking for.

Initially, he’d been concerned about the age of the young man and the wisdom of what he was doing. But dancing with him, it soon became obvious how assertive he was; indeed how masculine and that he would never be an automatic bottom. But the man did wonder if the good-looking kid with the hazel eyes was as confident as he was trying to appear.

Brian was holding the man’s gaze; forcing all doubts about himself from his mind and it seemed to have the desired effect and the man smiled; knowing exactly what he had to do.

This time, he would service the kid’s cock, but once he’d got him on his own he would find out what it was like to be fucked out of his head senseless and left panting for more.

Brian’s eyes opened wide and his lips parted as the man got down on his knees in front of him and pulled down his jeans and shorts. Brian had jerked off dozens; probably hundreds of times, but this was an entirely new sensation and as the man’s mouth enclosed around him, he realised what had happened all that time ago in the shower with his soccer coach. 

Now it was Brian’s turn to lose control; something that sent a sudden heart-wrenching fear coursing through him, but that was soon replaced by a feeling of pleasure he’d never before experienced. 

With the blood pounding in his ears, Brian moaned softly as the man licked down his shaft and then sucked hard: hands now stroking Brian’s thighs as he reached behind the younger man and he started to slowly caress Brian’s ass. 

Glancing up at Brian, he saw the pleasure on his face and he parted the young man’s buttocks; his fingers stroking the most sensitive of flesh and Brian moaned louder as the man explored him and, for a moment, was totally lost; nothing else was capable of entering his head. His thoughts only of what this man was doing to him and how good it made him feel.

Afterwards, he realised how it had scared him: this feeling of not being in control of the situation. He hadn’t been in command of his own body, but taken over by a force so strong it threatened to consume him and when he came; his climax sending him over the edge of the precipice, he felt he was falling and indeed he almost did: the stronger man supporting him as Brian fought to regain his senses.

“Whoa … steady. What’s your name kid?” the man asked him at last as Brian tried to bring his shallow breathing back under control.

“Brian … and I’m not a kid” and he kept the man’s gaze as he dressed himself; attempting to assert himself as an equal in the man’s opinion of him. 

The man smiled at him. “No … I guess you’re not.”

“You got any plans?” he asked him and Brian shook his head. 

“You have now,” he told him.

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The man introduced himself as Stephen O’Donnell as he drove away from Babylon with Brian by his side.

After they’d left the back room and gone back out onto the dance floor, Brian had tried to search for Michael, but he was no where to be seen. Maybe he’d got lucky and had hooked up with someone, and for a moment, Brian felt a little guilty at having left his friend on his own. But then Stephen had said how about the two of them go back to his place and suddenly, all thoughts of Mikey went completely out of Brian’s head.

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Stephen’s home was stylish and expensively furnished and in an upmarket part of town.

“Well … are you coming in?” he asked and he threw his jacket onto the sofa and moved to the refrigerator in the kitchen area of the open-plan apartment. Brian had hesitated in the doorway, but now he took a deep breath and he smiled and closed the door behind him; he looked around.

“This is a nice place … “ said the younger man by way of trying to make some sort of conversation and Stephen nodded. 

“Do you wanna drink?” asked Stephen, opening up the refrigerator and he helped himself to a beer, which he opened.

“No thanks”, replied Brian standing just inside the door and Stephen studied him as he took a swallow from the bottle. After his initial doubts, he realised the time was right; that Brian was ready for what was about to begin. Yes, he was young, but he was a confident and beautiful young man and would be an ideal student who right now was only just a little unsure of what to do next.

“Why don’t you come a little closer?” and Stephen took another drink from the bottle and placed it on the counter

Brian swallowed and walked towards him; his heart pounding at every step. Stephen reached out and slowly pushed Brian’s jacket off his shoulders and it fell to the floor. Placing his fingers beneath the younger man’s chin, he tilted Brian’s face upwards and moved in.

The force of the kiss crushed Brian’s lips, but he didn’t care. Stephan’s breath was hot and tasted of beer and his tongue sort entry into Brian’s mouth; it wasn’t denied. Pulling Brian in even closer, Stephen deepened the kiss. Brian had placed his arms around Stephen’s neck and stretched up: matching the strength of the man’s onslaught: Kissing him in return just as much as he was being kissed.

When eventually the need to breathe brought proceedings to a close, Stephen started slowly to withdraw and nipped Brian lightly on the bottom lip as he did so. Then, swiftly, he pulled Brian’s tee out from his jeans and took hold of the hem and, in one movement, pulled it up over his head and discarded it.

They moved to the bedroom and gently, Stephen pushed Brian down onto the bed. Taking off Brian’s shoes and socks he then reached out and undid the young man’s jeans; pulling them and his shorts off his body.

Stephen removed his own clothing and knelt on the bed beside Brian. Slowly, he took Brian’s hands in his own and then, moving quickly and without warning, he pushed them up above Brian’s head; a knee now either side of the young man’s body and he pinned him to the bed. 

Brian gasped as Stephen kissed him again and then licked along his jaw, down his neck and into his throat. Releasing Brian’s hands, he moved downwards; licking Brian’s chest; Brian’s body arching up to meet him; his hands in Stephen’s hair. 

Stephen straightened up and again without warning, grabbed Brian’s wrists and the larger man forced him back down onto the mattress; leaning over him.

“Tell me …” he asked him; his face just a few inches away from Brian’s. “How did it feel … when I was sucking you off … so hard you probably couldn’t even remember your own name?” Brian blinked and swallowed, but was unable to answer him.

Stephen smiled. “It’s scary, isn’t it?” he continued. “Not to be completely in control of your own body … your own responses … and something tells me that maybe you weren’t expecting that”.

“When you’re in control,” Stephen whispered. “The thrill … it’s electric. It’s like … it’s like you can do anything you want to whoever you’re fucking … and they can’t do a thing about it … and knowing you’ve taken them there … it’s incredible.”

“Well, I’m going to teach you everything you need to know in order to feel that way … but first you need to know just how it feels to lose control … completely … to have someone else possess you totally.”

“You think you were powerless before … you have no idea …”

Brian’s head was spinning and his breathing becoming shallow; his initial confidence had disappeared. The man’s effect on him was hypnotic and he realised fearfully, that indeed he was powerless to stop what was happening; his heart beating quickly in anticipation of what the man would do to him.

Letting go of his hands, Stephen reached above Brian and pulled one of the pillows out from under the younger man’s head. “Lift up.” Brian raised his hips and Stephen placed the pillow under him: raising him up a little and then reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out condoms and lube. Tearing open the packet, he rolled the condom onto his cock and then squeezed out the lube onto his fingers and coated himself liberally.

Lifting Brian’s slender legs onto his shoulders, Stephen parted Brian’s buttocks and began to apply the lube, gently pushing into Brian’s hole: Brian gasped. “It’s cold” and Stephen smiled down at him. “It’ll heat up”.

Positioning himself between Brian’s legs, he watched the younger man’s face as he began to enter him. Brian closed his eyes and clung to the sheet. It hurt; Fuck why did it have to hurt so much? But there was no way he was going to ask him to stop. No way he was going to let Stephen think he couldn’t take it.

Stephen saw the discomfort on Brian’s face and hesitated: but only barely. He wanted him on the edge; he wanted him just this side of sanity; for the moment.

He lent down and as he did so, Brian opened his eyes and Stephen fleetingly saw the fear: fear of the unknown and he kissed him.

“You’ll be okay,” he said quietly: reassuringly. “But you have to trust me and don’t fight me … let me take you somewhere wonderful … to a place where it’s only you and me …”

Brian had no idea about the place he was being taken to, but he didn’t possess the will to stop it and now pushing in further, with Brian’s body barely having adjusted to the penetration, Stephen began the slow strokes; paying particular attention to the prostate and pushing Brian’s reasoning to the limits and then beyond. Slowing; hesitating and then beginning once more and leaving nothing unexplored: Brian’s nerves tingling with every stroke.

Again and again, Brian was taken to the edge of the precipice: to the welcoming blackness. And then, though desperate for release, he was brought back. He could hear the moans, but unable to determine that the sound was coming from his own throat: from deep down within his very soul.

Eventually, Stephen started to quicken his thrusts: barely withdrawing before pushing in again: deeper and deeper. He filled him; a connection made that possessed Brian utterly and completely; his body, mind and soul: His very being. And the pain, that sweet, exquisite, beautiful pain, became almost too much for Brian to bear. But how he didn’t want it to stop.

And now, to further enhance Brian’s pleasure, if that were possible, Stephen reached down between them and took Brian’s cock in his hand; stroking it; tugging it, in rhythm with his own thrusts.

Brian was barely conscious; lost totally in the pleasures that Stephen was showing him and was no longer in possession of his own body or indeed, spirit. He had the overwhelming sensation of being outside of his body: of looking down at himself and being owned by the man taking him to that beautiful place he never knew existed; until tonight.

It would seem that Stephen could maintain an erection as long as he desired and after time impossible for Brian to measure, release was finally allowed and the younger man climaxed: sending spurts of cum over both of them.

Stephen had felt Brian tighten around him as he came; heightening his own orgasm, which followed only moments after the younger man’s as with a few final pushes he climaxed.

Breathing heavily, Stephen eventually withdrew and Brian moaned at the sensation and also at the loss of contact between them. He felt intoxicated; his head spinning and the blood pounding in his ears and it was some time before he regained his senses.

Stephen was leaning over him and smiling; the man’s own pleasure in what Brian had experienced evident on his face. He traced Brian’s jaw line with his finger and gently, he lent over and kissed him. 

“Lesson number 1,” he whispered and everything finally came back into focus for the younger man shivering under Stephen’s touch.

Hardly able to move, Brian eventually forced himself up off the bed. Stephen had suggested he shower before he would drive him home and though sore and unsteady, Brian had made his way to the bathroom.

Stephen didn’t follow him; he would shower after him. He wanted Brian to be alone; to try and take in what had happened: to try and understand it. 

Soaping himself in the shower: his mind still in turmoil, Brian realised how scared he’d been. Stephen could have done anything to him; hurt him badly or even fatally and he would have been powerless to prevent it. But oh how good had that place been that Stephen had taken him to and he’d felt in Stephen’s kiss just how much the man had enjoyed taking him there. 

Over many weeks, Brian would become a willing pupil, learning how it felt to be taken to the extremes of pleasure: what it was like to lose control and have the ultimate trust in the man taking him on that journey.

He would also learn how to give the pleasure he’d experienced; to know how to possess another man’s body; to command another man’s will.

But that lesson had still to be learnt and it would be many sessions such as these before Stephen showed Brian that ultimate trust and allowed him to be finally in control.

For just when Brian thought no new experience was possible, Stephen introduced him to yet another way to be pleasured; one where Brian was fully conscious of what was happening.

Brian was kneeling on the bed; down on all fours when Stephen entered him. The older man reached out and threaded his fingers through Brian’s hair and began to fuck him; the force of his thrusts moving Brian further and further up the bed until the younger man was forced to reach out his hand to brace himself against the wall; to prevent himself from being slammed into the brickwork. 

Which meant that every time Stephen thrust into him; with the larger man’s strength greater than his own, Brian was forced to push back; to push himself further: deeper onto Stephen’s cock.

This time, Brian had to maintain his wits; his strength in preventing himself from hitting the wall, but the pleasure was intense and as he thrust back onto Stephen, eventually, without even touching his own cock, Brian’s orgasm coursed through his body like a firecracker going off inside him.

They collapsed in a heap together; Stephen climaxing virtually at the same moment and the older man knew it was time to trust Brian; to allow him the pleasures he’d felt when entering the younger man’s body; knowing how it felt to possess him.

Despite his tender years, with Stephen’s expert tuition, Brian learnt how to prolong his erection: to learn the techniques necessary to give the utmost pleasure possible and how wonderful it felt to take someone else to that magical place. 

This mysterious place; now discovered and revered, was somewhere that allowed everything else to be forgotten; where nothing else could touch him as he took possession of his lover’s body; leaving the man incapable of all rational thought; rendering him powerless in Brian’s hands. 

But it wasn’t just the sex act itself that Stephen concentrated on. He also taught Brian how to be a gentle lover: a considerate lover and to explore his sensuality and to use all his senses. He showed him where to stroke and caress and where to exert light pressure. He instructed where to kiss: where to lick and where to suck; sensations that Brian never imagined were possible to either give or to receive.

And then Brian had finally experienced that immeasurable pleasure and understood what it was like to be both giver and beneficiary of the ultimate in enjoyment and gratification; to relinquish and earn the trust that would take him and his lover to a previously unknown level of ecstasy. And then Brian understood how it felt to be totally and utterly in control.

Brian didn’t know it yet of course, but there would come a time when sex would be his only way of forgetting his heartache; allowing him to ignore, if only for a short time, the pain that would consume him.