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A Night With John
? I’m not sure where to begin. I entered the coffee shop and spotted this young man. I tried my best not to stare, and went to order my coffee, but, I could not help turning my head to glance at him…more than once. About the fourth or fifth time I tried to sneak a peak, he was looking at me and smiling.
My order was ready and I took my coffee and then sat down at an empty table. Trying not to look in his direction I kept my head down…wishing I had brought something to read.
All of a sudden a chair moved and someone sat down…it was him. “Hi,” he said, “my name is John.” Startled, I extended my hand and said, “I’m Michael.” His hand was soft, almost like silk. He was beautiful. “I was wondering why you were looking at me so often,” he said…and then gave a soft laugh. Unable to find an acceptable answer…I mean I was looking at a total stranger, what was I going to say, I think you are gorgeous? I said something like “I was looking at the picture behind where you were sitting.” He looked over in that direction, I then looked in the same direction…and luckily there was a picture behind where he was sitting…but it was an everyday landscape print. “Oh,” he replied, “that is some serious art.”
“Listen,” he said, “if you are interested in me just say so.” I thought I would die! He noticed my face getting red, and he told me that I was blushing. I did not know what to do…except to acknowledge that he was correct, I was interested. I didn’t tell him that my dick was so full of blood it was about to explode and cause a serious mess in the coffee shop.
“Well,” he said, “my name is John like I told you and this is my number,” he then wrote down his telephone number on a napkin. “Okay,” I said, “I am interested in you…but for purely sexual reasons…and, besides, I am much older than you.” “I am legal and I like sex,” he told me…in a voice loud enough for others to hear, then, he leaned close and, in a much softer voice, said, “and, I not only like sex but I also older men. And, I think you are not too bad yourself.” I could almost feel my dick coming apart at the seams and blood gushing out. He had a full head of light auburn hair that hung to his shoulders and the most hypnotizing hazel eyes…full lips…and a very slight rosy tint to his cheeks. He looked very young…he looked too young. “How are are you?”, I asked. He replied, “I told you I was legal…but for you, I am 19.” I was tempted to ask for an ID, but I didn’t want to blow it…I wanted to blow him!
On that note, he walked away…then turned and said aloud, “Call me.”
Well, I didn’t call…I was a bit freaked out about the whole thing, but that didn’t keep me from jerking-off numerous times with him on my mind! I thought about him often…his soft features, those hazel eyes, his very slight build…his beautiful tiny self. I couldn’t get him out of my mind…or my hormones.
One day while at the market shopping, in the produce section, no less…who would approach from behind holding a cucumber and say to me, “I think you might like something that looks like this.” I was pleasantly surprised to see him and the sheepish look on his face made me laugh. “Something like that, eh? Do you mean a vegetable that resembles that cucumber?” He smiled and said, “Sort of, I mean a pickle, my pickle…or, dickle, if you like.”
I could feel my face flushing and told him I didn’t live far away would he like to come over. “Now?” he asked. without skipping a beat I said yes, now…right now. We walked out of the market leaving the cart where it was.
When we arrived at my house I opened the door and took him by the hand and led him to my bedroom and gently pushed him back onto my bed…he went down softly and willingly…with a wry smile on his face. I lay beside him and kissed him, then again, and then he kissed me long and deep. We both began thrusting and grinding our groins against the other. I could feel his dick against my dick. We kissed and kissed and rubbed against each other…stopping only when he cried out he was about to cum.
I slowly got up and undressed him…first his shirt, then his trousers, then slowly…very slowly his underwear. As his shorts went down they snagged on his hard dick…I lifted them up to take them off when his hard cock jumped out. Not very long and not very thick, uncut with an ample amount of foreskin, but the head of his dick was the best…the place on the back if the head was separated by about a quarter inch and his pee hole was unusual and delightfully large. I could almost French kiss his dick hole. I laid down again and kissed him more. His lips were incredibly soft, wide, and thick, and his tongue was so very soft, moist, and long. I never remembered kissing anyone like I kissed him…and he kissed me.
I could not take it any longer…I wanted inside me…both in my mouth and in my ass…and I wanted him to cum in both. “Can you spend the night?,” I asked. He looked sheepishly at me and softly said, “Yes.” I immediately leaned over and took his dick in my hand and then started to lick his balls…slowly moving upward to the head of his dick…then he began to moan louder again. I did this about four times before I slipped his dick into my mouth. The softness of his cock, then full skin covering the head of his cock…I then slipped my tongue under that foreskin and licked around the head. It felt delicious to my tongue and he began to thrust, moan, and demand I such his dick. “Suck me, suck my cock,” he cried out. With that lovely command I went down on him and began to suck him harder…and with each stroke of my mouth I became more turned on. It did not, however, last that long…within a couple of minutes of my blowing him, he began moaning and thrusting and then said: “I’m gonna cum…I’m gonna cum!” And did he cum! He came a lot. He came enough to damn near drown…or choke me…I couldn’t swallow it all as fast as it shot out…there was cum everywhere.
I began to lick his balls and gently lifted his ass…and I slowly started to lick his boy pussy. As he moaned and trusted his hips upward and began to stick my tongue into his hole as I spread his cheeks far apart. “Oh, god,” he panted, “please fuck me…fuck me now.”
I took the lube and put some on his hole and slid my finger into his ass…”Oh-hh,” he said, “put your dick in me.” With that, I got between his thin feminine legs and put the head of my dick against the hole and slowly pushed it forward. His hole was tight and as my dick went inside he cried out a lustful groan, “Yes, put it in me.” I pushed harder and my dick suddenly popped inside of him. “Oh, yes, fuck me,” he then cried out. I was engulfed in waves of ecstasy as my hard cock pumped his tight ass. “Faster…deeper,” he cried,
fuck me hard.” I was happy to oblige and I began thrusting quick and deep. He moaned and cried out that he was loving it.
It was only 5 or 6 minutes after we started to fuck that I could not resist cumming. As I came he cried out, “Yes, yes, cum in me…yes-s-ss, it feels so good.”
We laid on the bed panting for a good 5 minutes then we began to gently kiss one another and feel each other’s body. I took hold of his limp dick and began to gently stroke it…and that led to more kissing…which led to my going down and sucking his cock once more. He became hard, then harder, then the hardest I’ve felt in a long time. “Will you fuck me, will you put your hard cock inside me?,” I asked…more like begged. Without uttering a word, he smiled and he moved to my feet, he spread my legs, and lifted them high, he maneuvered between by uplifted legs and began rubbing his dick against my hole. With each stroke, I could feel the delight.
I could feel the pressure against my hole then, “Pop,” it went in…and he then slid his hard dick inside of me. In it went, deeper and deeper. and slowly it went in. “Oh, my god,” he moaned, “you are so tight.” I could not say a word I was so breathless at the feel of him fucking me. When I was able to say anything it was to call out his name. He thrust quickly and fast…he had me moaning…then, as quick as he slid his cock into me, he began to push it in and out slowly. I still moaned.
He would lean over and kiss me and his tongue against my tongue made the feeling of him fucking me all the more intense. I could feel him getting harder if that was even possible, but I could feel it. I could feel him pushing deep inside of me and as he pulled back I could feel the intense pleasure in, on, and around my hole.
“Can I cum in you?” he asked in an out-of-breath voice. “Yes, cum in my…cum in me.” With that, he exploded. I could feel the throbbing of his cock as he shot load after load deep inside of me.
He stayed inside me for a couple of minutes while I caught my breath and savored the feeling of being fucked.
Afterward, we lay next to each other caressing and kissing. “Are you happy we met?” he asked as he looked at me with those beautiful eyes. “Yes,” I told him, “and, I am very happy and happy that you came up to me in the market.
We laid there kissing and touching and feeling until we fell asleep.
When I awoke he was gone. I looked around and wondered if it was only a dream brought on my fantasizing about him. I got up and went to make coffee and there on the counter was a note: “No, I was really here. Had an early class. See you soon!?? That is if you call me!” He had drawn a cartoon image of a cock and wrote his name under.
Will I call him? I don’t know. I thoroughly enjoyed being with him…I had a fantastic time. But…..