chance meeting

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chance meetingStrictly speaking this story should not be in the adult youth section. Butas what happened happened only because of “At school” I hope the Niftyarchivist, famed for his wisdom, will allow it to stand.The first chapter of “At school” had just appeared on Nifty and I received,along with several flames telling me where I was going to burn, half adozen very complimentary e- mails Never believe an author who isn’tthrilled by compliments is my guess. One of these was so enthusiastic,going into exuberant detail as to the state of his boxers on my reading mystory that I was led, on replying to him to say: “I’m really glad you likedit and only wish I had been there to share your enjoyment. Perhaps thebasis for another story.”His reply came two hours later: ” Might be fun. Where do you live? MeLondon N”Well indeed it might, but perhaps at this stage I should explain a littleabout my own sexuality. After my school years when I was as homosexual ascan be imagined, endless crushes, adventures too numerous to mention, Iwent to University and there found girls. They were great fun but harder tohave sex with (you had to talk to them, by and large with boys all you hadto do was show them your prick). So I mixed and matched, then to mysurprise fell hopelessly in love with a girl (suitably androgynous) and gotmarried.Fast forward twenty years and we are divorced and I am enjoying relativelyinfrequent heterosexual affairs. I haven’t felt a man’s cock for probablytwenty years, though I have found myself thinking about them more andmore. I would guess at least half my wanking concerned boys.I thought about Pocketrocket62’s response while I was writing the secondchapter and replied to him before posting it on Nifty. “Why not? I’m game-might be fun. I live in London too. About to post 2. If you are on don’tread it yet.Mark.”His reply was even quicker niğde escort bayan than before and he gave me his address ( a flatin Swiss Cottage) and a time that was suitable for him, 11.30 the nextmorning.I was at his front door on the dot, feeling as nervous as at anytime in mycourting days. When he opened the door I was immediately impress. Tom was,I would guess, in his mid-forties, well built, a charming smile and deepbrown eyes.” Hi,come in. are you sure that we are still on for this”” I think so. I’m the lucky one I don’t have to do anything. Just watch””Well, if you think so. I must say I’m looking forward to reading chapter2. So what do you want to do, or rather what do you want me to do?””Just behave as if I wasn’t there. I’ll sit nearby and just watch.”He shrugged his shoulders. “OK if that’s your bag” He led me into his studyand switched on the computer. “There’s a chair- or you can use that stoolif you want to be nearer the action. I chose the stool.He leant forward and signed in, before clicking on the Nifty symbol. “Thisis beginning to feel rather silly,”he said.”if you want to give it a miss.””No, let’s go for it.” He undid the catch on his chinos and slid themoff. Off too went the blue and white striped boxers . He sat at the deskand I looked at his penis, the first penis as a sexual organ, I had seenfor over twenty years. It was still flaccid, uncut with foreskin completelycovering his glans; perhaps five inches long and thicker even at this stagethan my own. His balls dangled over the edge of the chair. As he pressed onthe relevant section with his left hand his right pulled at his cockeliciting the first sign of interest in it. I felt my own prick rising inmy trousers as I watched him slowly wanking.At first I could tell he was nervous, what man wouldn’t be with another mansitting about afoot away from him at cock escort niğde level. Then suddenly ” Oh I likethat, I like your boy’s cock,” and he tugged at his prick pulling theforeskin over his glans so that I could see it in all its beauty . It wasdark red and beginning to swell as was his cock. Now six, maybe even seveninches, and strong. His hand moved rhythmically from root to tip, his thumbcircling over his shimmering glans. My own cock longed to be let free, justas I longed to hold Tom’s in my hand, suck it, kiss it.But that was not part of the deal.He read on, by now ostensibly oblivious to my presence. “The occasionalgroan or “yes, yes” showed that the story was having the desired effect. Hescrolled the mouse down the page and I could see that he was now comingclose to the climax of the episode. For a moment he sat back and releasedhis hand from his cock which now stood proudly up.”I’m Liking this,” he said, “and it’s weirdly great you being there.””I’m liking it too.”He went back to reading. When a third character entered the story I couldsee him squirm and I shifter my stool closer to him and watched in awe ashis hand dashed up and down his length.I was perhaps less than a foot away and saw his piss slit widen, opening asif to gulp in air. I saw his hand slow down and grip his shaft tightly. Hisglans tightened so that the skin seemed stretched even to burstingpoint. Hiss piss slit closed again and then, as he groaned once more agreat silver stream pumped out his cock, his beautiful, huge cock. Thefirst stream landed on my face, the second on my shirt, the third ,fourthand fifth who knows where. It seemed as if there no end to it. Each jerkwas accompanied by a low moan, until finally he was silent.”Wow, that was something else. I must always have an audience. Can you passme my boxers please.”I handed them to him and he wiped niğde escort the spunk off the table the chair and hisstomach.”I’m afraid you have some on you, sorry about that.””No problem, only too happy.” I took his boxers from him and wiped myface. “Can I keep these?” I asked. “A memento.”He laughed.Over a cup of coffee we discussed our pasts, as well as the feelings we hadenjoyed during his wank.”Do you think you will write about it?” he asked.”I’m sure I will. I’ve got other things to do first though.””Like what””Get home and have a fucking great wank.””I’m not surprised. Well, you’ve got my boxers for company. But why do youhave to wait till you get home. Have it here, could be the coup de grace ofthe story.”I couldn’t think of a reason why not and his mere suggestion had made mycock start to stir inside my trousers.”I suppose I could.””Feel free. I’ll leave you in peace.””Actually I would quite like it if you stayed.”I unzipped my trousers and pulled out my half hard cock.”Nice,” he said, ” do you want me to give you a hand?””No thanks, but I would like to see yours again.”He had put on a dressing gown after his wank and now he pulled it open toreveal his own prick that seemed to have recovered its hardness. I movedforward and, for the first time, held its wonderful warmth in my hand. Imoved my hand up and down the smooth shaft revealing again the glans penis.I wanked my own penis hard as I asked him:” Can I suck it please?””I wish you would.” I brought the head closer to my lips felt it push mylips apart and as it did so I recalled all the delights of my youth. Thesweet, salty warmth of his glans poured into my mouth and my mind bringingback the countless penises I had enjoyed since c***dhood. I felt him pushinside me and as he did so caught the taste of the spunk he had ejaculatedearlier. I wanted all of him as I wanted him to know how much pleasure hewas giving me. I pulled harder at my cock, remembering his cock eruptingonly a short time before, his cock covering me with his juices, his perfectessence.I felt the ripples rising up my shaft and I knew I was home again.

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