The Institute’s Gay Finder

Sweeping the floors at the Institute had never been very rewarding, but it was virtually stress-free, and provided a fantasy land for Mark, the teen gay finder. In the various labs he could explore the intricacies of the universe and the mysteries of life from behind his mop bucket. Every evening, new adventure would unfold, making the work shift speed by and his lonely trip back to the center a pleasant one. Mark had been psychologically challenged since birth, his addicted Mother insensitive to the forming life in her womb. At birth, he had been condemned to life of therapy; but with raw determination, and a caring counselor, Mark broke the bonds of mental restrictions, and progressed much further than ever thought possible and then afterwards becoming a gay. He now worked independently, and remained at the center only for observation. He was well-loved by his associates at the Institute, and was often included in late night discussions when the scientists were on the verge of a breakthrough even though they all know he is a gay. Although he could not understand the discussion, he was always a positive influence, and would often supply coffee and pastries when they were most needed.

It was during one particularly stormy night when a young guy appeared to him. He had been studying the scribbles on a blackboard easily identified as Prof. Steins’ work by their graceful symmetry, when the power failed, and he stood alone in the dark. Occasionally, the room was briefly illuminated by a flash of lightning to reveal Mark still in the same position, impervious to the storms’ anger or the brilliant beam of light that heralded his arrival. Mark knew he was not alone, but knew it was best to remain in place until the power was restored. Unimpaired by the darkened room, he strolled over to blackboard and changed some of the equations, using the same writing style as the originator. After reviewing the entire formula, he returned to the position from whence he had arrived. It was then he first spotted Mark, clinging to the mop knob while unmoving at the reports of the tempest. He stopped fingering the small box attached to his waistband, and slowly approached his firm form.

He followed his approach with his eyes, but dared not move for fear the lightning might see him and strike him outright. Sensing his fears, he gently reached out to touch his arm, but he cringed and withdrew. Analyzing his reactions quickly, he once again reached out and touched his arm gently, yet firmly. He did not remove this time, and between the flashes of lightning, he let his eyes meet his. He was radiant; his dark brown eyes were pools of endless compassion, his shiny black hair was so delicate that it would stir at a whisper, and his thin immaculate face set off his small upturned nose and thick full lips with an angelic eminence. His long thin neck accented his slight frame much as his long slender legs emphasized his slim hips bringing his entire figure into a perfect blend of poise and beauty. His olive complexion, tiny hands and feet, and small upturned chest were partially concealed by the seamless elastic material that shimmered around his form when the lightning flashed.

Mark couldn’t help but stare at his flawless handsomeness, and when the power was restored moments later to allow him a complete appraisal, he sank to his knees in awe. He helped him back up to his feet where he kept his eyes fixed. With a gentle touch he raised his face to meet his, and an eternity passed as their eyes revealed everything one could ever hope to learn. Without a sound, he unfastened his shirt and jeans, and gently guided the attire from his muscular frame leaving him naked and trembling. His eyes slowly followed the contours of his frame, from his gentle eyes to his manly chest to his stately legs. He extended his delicate hands and touched his trembling face with one hand, and grasped his other hand and placed it upon his firm chest with erect nipples. At first he froze, never having touched a young guy in this manner before only to find out that he is indeed the young teen gay he had been looking for, but the desire in his eyes encouraged him to gamble further into his treasures and soon he was caressing the firm globes with the hands of an experienced lover. His eyes closed as his free hand touched the small box on his waistband and his suit immediately vanished.

They both stepped back and savored each others’ attributes. His mouth was dry, and Mark was sweating as they met in their first embrace. Their touch was thrilling and their connection immediate as they held each another in a blind and sensual embrace. They couldn’t feel enough of one another, as their barriers collapsed and their bodies responded. As his erection grew, it inched between his delicious asshole and, as if by instinct, surged to touch his moist ass now alive with anticipation. His delicate fingers slid through his hair, and unconsciously pulled his face to his small raised nipple, where his lips automatically began to draw the dark flesh towards his tongue. His free hand explored the curve of his spine and the firm rounds of his subsequent, while his hands moved freely over his soft flawless skin, awakening every stoma.

Now fully aroused they separated from one another, and he gently pulled him to him as he lay with his back on the hardwood floor. Mark gently raised himself on his strong arms, and let his manhood seek his masculine unaided. Once the erect glands passed the slight tuft of hair and the tiny trembling hard-on cock, he rolled his hips upward and poised his moist opening over his throbbing glands. With their eyes fixed on each other, he slowly eased his manhood into the warm moist folds of his most intimate being, savoring his size and spontaneous muscle contractions. He knew that he was in virgin territory, when he halted his forward progress by applying gently pressure to his abdomen with his soft fingertips and released several short breaths. His asshole muscles began to constrict rhythmically, and he soon found his organ drawn fully into his deepest recess, pressed against his quivering hard-on cock. Their pubic bones met, and amidst the tangles of pubic hair, his swollen bud received the type of pressure it had hungered for. Maintaining full contact with his ass, he began a gentle rocking motion, and his tiny feet locked behind the small of his back, while his arms pulled his muscular chest to crush his silky smooth chest and rosy nipples.

Still savoring the intense sensations for the first time, he felt his muscle constrict violently as his hips raised to push his cock forcefully into his pubic bone. He released a tiny squeal and pulled his body so tightly to his that his breath became a struggle. He continued his passionate embrace; his hips continuing to grind against his pubic and the muscles of his teen gay manhood constricting so tightly that Mark was experiencing pain. Just as his muscles began to relax, his back would arch and his legs would tighten with another orgasm. The scenario repeated itself until, with one desperate embrace that brought stars to Marks vision, he squealed and collapsed with Marks manhood locked in a tight embrace. The feel of Mark’s hard-on cock on his asshole feels so great. And in just a matter of seconds, Mark’s exploded his full cum into the unknown teen-gay asshole.

He awoke a short time later with a start and Marks organ was instantly released. He ran his fingers through his feather fine hair and gazed lovingly into his eyes but he pushed him away in disgust and fingered the box. A brilliant light filled the room for an instant, and he was gone. He lay on his back, naked, and stared at the ceiling for hours, until the first rays of the morning sun entered the room. When he stood up and began to dress himself, he studied the formula. After slipping on his boots, he walked over to the blackboard, and changed the punctuation on two of the phrases, then grabbed the handle of the bucket and carried it down the hall to the janitor’s room. As he emptied the dirty water, he thought to himself that it was time for a change, and deliberately walked past the center on his way to the unemployment office. Later that afternoon, Prof. Stein informed the NSA that he had formulated time travel.