Date: Wed, 6 Jun 2018 23:59:39 +0000 (GMT)
From: ovote@unseen.is
Subject: Discoveries - Chapter 3

This set of stories is going to be a series of stand alone episodes about
discovering the sexuality in all of us. The first realisation there is much
more to know about the grown up world than you ever knew, the different
ways the first stirrings of puberty intruded on childhood. I did intend
that all stories would be completely fictional, although this episode is
100% factual. You will understand why I'm including it when you have read
it. It is also of a slightly different theme from discovering.

One of them will be most certainly be my own story, although I won't be
giving any indication which it will be. Sit back and enjoy. Show your
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Thank you for reading, and thank you to all who took the time to write
about my other nifty stories.

ovote@unseen.is

Discoveries - Chapter 3

A beautiful June day, not a cloud in the sky and nothing urgent to
do. There's nothing I like better than jumping on my bike and just riding
for pleasure. Well there is one thing I like equally as well but twinks are
thin on the ground around these parts. So it makes sense to combine my two
loves and go hunting around for willing young cock. With a full tank of
fuel and a coolbag full of freezing cold cans in the top box I can do
anything up to 100 miles without thinking twice. A full face helmet with
tinted visor also helps, and you get the benefit of looking without being
caught looking.

I don't seriously expect to hit gold with the twink side of it, but what
the hell I've still enjoyed myself. Every so often I'll stop and check
Grindr to let it refresh in a different area. It's suprising how many times
I find myself within waving distance of someone else at a known cruising
site. Even with the guarded responses I can read between the lines of some
of the chats and know someone is looking for the same as I am. I don't mess
about though, if someone isn't what I'm looking for we have a little chat
and I say straight out I'm into twinks, and it's pretty much safe to say
that because, after all, you are supposed to be of legal age to even use
the app, so a twink on there is 18 or more. After a few hours I was some
distance from home and feeling a bit peckish, so with no ulterior motive I
headed for the nearest KFC. Yes I know Maccie D is boy heaven, but I can't
stand their shit food. I usually only go in there for a Mac piss then leave
without buying. Bumping up on to the wide pavement I pulled the bike up on
the centre stand and swapped my helmet for a bb cap and wandered in. The
place was set out with a smallish seating area to the right of the shop
area, so after ordering I went to dump my helmet and backpack at a
table. As I walked into the tabled area I was met with the sight of two
boys about 13 or 14, both absolutely stunning, sitting there with their
food. Both were in the usual pose ignoring everything around them and
engrossed in their smartphones. I grabbed the table opposite theirs, put
down my things and headed back to get my tray. There was only them and a
middle aged woman at the very front table in there, and she was reading her
newspaper with her back to the boys.

The boy I was most taken with was a dead ringer for a young Beiber. Yes I
know, sad isn't it, but is there any of us that wouldn't have crawled over
hot coals to do him when he was 14? I think not. So I paid a little less
attention to the other boy, he was more aware of what was going on around
him as well. I caught sight of him looking around in my peripheral vision a
few times as I got myself organised at my table. Diving into my backpack I
found the paperback I had brought with me and started reading, not that I
remember a word of what I was looking at on the page. I clocked him a few
times looking over at me, and although I thought I was good at it he must
have clocked me doing the same. Over the next five minutes or so he
swiveled himself around so he was sat with his back against the wall, and
his legs up across the double seat. Shorts weather, you can't not look can
you! Nothing to see though.

I deliberately took my time, and when I had finished eating I just sat
reading and taking my time with the drink. Eventually they made tracks for
leaving. His mate stayed put, still busy with his phone, but he stood up
and headed for the toilet at the back of the seating area. As you may know
they are just single person facilities so there was no point in hoping I
could also go and maybe get a little glimpse. But I followed his lovely
arse with my eyes every step of the way, and boy was it cute! Well, I
thought to myself, there's my wank bank full for tonight.

When he came back out a minute or so afterwards he paused at the toilet
door and seemed to be adjusting the waistband of his shorts. Without
raising my head I could see most of him from his chest down. Then he
deliberately rubbed up and down the front of his shorts right on his cock,
cupped what was in there and lifted it up slightly. I couldn't stop myself
from lifting my eyes up to look straight at him, and saw him looking back
at me with a little grin. I smiled back at him and let my tongue just rub
across my lips in the universal signal. He repeated the signal back to me,
then went to join his mate. As they left he brushed past my seat and I felt
the slightest touch of him making contact with my arm as they walked out.

By the time I would have organised myself and also left they wouldn't have
been anywhere in sight. I also realised he had given me the signal in such
a way so his mate didn't see. Before I left I also went to the toilet for a
piss. As I walked down the aisle I could see in the large glass advertising
poster on the wall the full restaurant reflected because of the heavy
sunlight. It was a pretty much perfect mirror. He must have watched me
drooling over his arse as he went in there earlier. I may never see him
again, but one thing is sure, next time I'm in that area I'll go there
again at about the same time - just in case.

In the best television series ever made - The Wire, there is a scene where
Lester Freemon is telling McNulty he needs to get a life he says "Life
McNulty, that's the shit that happens while you're waiting around for
moments that never arrive" Well Lester, life is also the shit that prevents
you acting on the moments that do arrive.

(I wish I could write as well as the guys that wrote that series)