Date: Wed, 10 Apr 2002 16:45:56 -0700 From: Mark Pennington Subject: Making love on the radio, Part 1 Hello, my friends. I've written a few stories here, Eating at the Apple and bus-to-bathroom. Like the following tale, these stories had at least a modicum of truth to them. If you like this story, please do write me to tell me so. Who knows, maybe we can become pen-pals! :-) =========================================================== This story took place about 15 years ago. I was a divorced guy living in a small town in Washington. There were no gay bars, no reliable places to find a gay lover. When I could afford to do so, I would make the trip to Seattle and visit the arcades and porn theatres for a day getting my needs attended to. It was a Monday night and I was wasting time before my shift at the radio station was due to start. I had the overnight shift which worked fine with my college schedule. I was about 25, somewhat heavy-set and really desperate for some physical attention. I'd stopped in at the 7-11 to pick up a pack of cigarettes and fill up on caffeine. It was still an hour or so before my shift but I didn't have anything else to do and figured I might play video games for a while anyway. I went in and walked back to the game area. There was a high-school kid playing the game I wanted to play. I watched for a while, observing him as much as I did his game. He was cute, around 15 with shaggy blond hair. No acne and tight jeans. I'd made it a point in life to never go after jail-bait but this kid was so sweet looking, so sexy that I decided to make a move. "Mind if I join you?" I asked. In reply, he moved over slightly to give me access to the second set of controls. We played for a while in silence, getting the feel of the game and each other's style. Between levels, we had introduced ourselves (we were surprised to find that we were both named Mark) and had complimented each other on the game play. After about 15 minutes of this, I started to make a move for him. I stood closer to him and instead of the high-fives between levels, I would put my hand on his back and gradually bring my leg closer and closer to his crotch. Another 15 minutes of this and he was practicly rubbing himself against my leg between each level. He was sweating and panting and obviously turned on. I was so horny that I knew I had to take it a step further. "Mark, I've got to get to work now. I've really enjoyed playing with you though. If you want to, why don't you come by the radio station tonight? I'll be the only one there and I can give you a private tour. Maybe even find you some promo stuff." He said that he was going to play for a while longer but that he thought it sounded like fun. I snuck a glance at the attendant to make sure we weren't being watched. I reached out and stroked Mark's face and promised him that I'd make sure he had lots of fun. I got to the station and sent the evening guy home. This left me alone there. I quickly recorded the commercial spots I had to do and programmed the computer to run the appropriate ads and public service announcements. At that point, most of my job was baby-sitting as we were on a satellite feed. I sat down on the sofa in the lounge to do my schoolwork and wait to see if Mark showed up. I couldn't concentrate on my work; I kept imagining his body against mine. It was hard to resist the urge to beat off, I didn't want to waste it! About an hour later there was a knock at the station door. It was Mark! I opened it and ushered him in. What I wanted to do more than anything was strip him naked and have him right there but I had to be sure he was there for the right reason. I gave him his tour of the station and got him a t-shirt, cap and some cassettes. Then I got us a couple of Cokes and went back to the lounge. We sat down on the sofa and talked about working in radio. While we talked, I put my hand on his thigh and left it there. He jumped a little but didn't move away. So I started rubbing his thigh gently. This time he responded by spreading his legs slightly and then covering my hand with his. "Um, I ah, haven't done. I mean I like that but I'm not..." he stammered. "It's ok, Mark. If I do anything you don't want me to do, you tell me to stop. I just want us both to feel good. I think you're very cute and very sexy and I want to make love with you." With that I moved my hand so that I was touching his crotch. I could feel his hard little cock though the fabric of his jeans. As I rubbed him, I asked if anyone else had ever touched him there before. He just shook his head. I leaned over him and brushed my lips across his cheek, then his other cheek, then his lips. I almost lost control then and there, his lips were so moist and soft. I contented myself with some soft, closed-mouth kissing and I continued to gently rub his cock. I broke our kiss long enough to ease him out of his t-shirt. I caressed his bare skin and kissed his hardened nipples. He moaned when I did this and held my head in his hands. Knowing it was time; I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of his jeans and pulled them down. Finally, he was naked before me. His 5 inch cock at full attention. "I think I'm a little overdressed, hon. Just a sec." I quickly slipped out of my clothes and was sat back on the sofa. It was a warm summer night so I knew that his trembling was due to cold. I took him in my arms and drew him close for another kiss. This time my tongue parted his lips with little resistance. My tongue found his and they danced, first in his mouth and then in mine. I wrapped my hand around his cock as we kissed and started stroking him. I could tell he was closing to coming. He was panting through our kisses and leaking pre-cum. Without breaking our kiss, I stroked him faster and harder, reaching behind him to spread his cheeks and gently finger his asshole at the same time. He screamed into my mouth and shot jet after jet of hot cum into the air. After his orgasm subsided, I maneuvered us so we were laying together on the coach. He was still semi-hard and I was of course ready to burst. We lay there with our arms around each other, our cocks touching and talked. He asked me if this meant he was gay. I told him that I still liked girls and that I'd been doing this since I was close to his age. I told him not to accept anybody's label, just to do what felt right. He kissed me then and told me that this felt right to him. Then he reached down and took my cock in his hand and told me he liked how it felt to him. I told him to go with his feelings but to wait a second. I picked him up and scooted him around so that we were in 69 position. I'm not hung like a horse but my 7 inches were hard and I'm pretty thick. I told him that I couldn't wait to taste him any more. He could stroke me or try sucking me, the choice was up to him. I wasted no more time in explanation. Quickly, I took his hardening cock in my mouth and began to swirl my tongue all around the head and shaft. He let out a loud gasp and started jacking my raging boner. Despite the fact that he had just cum, Mark was totally hard again and ready to cum in my waiting mouth. I don't consider myself a GREAT cocksucker, but I'm sure Mark did. I was pleasantly surprised when I felt a warm wetness around the head of my cock. Mark had taken the head into his mouth and was trying to imitate what I was doing with him. He couldn't get much more of me than that in his mouth but feeling him stroke my shaft while he sucked the rest of it was fantastic. I knew I was going to cum soon and hard. I let some spit dribble out of my mouth and wet my finger with it. I then gently inserted that finger into Mark's asshole and found his prostrate. This set him over the edge and caused him to shoot his load into my waiting mouth. My own orgasm quickly followed. Mark gamely tried to keep up with the jism shooting out but much leaked out his mouth. Afterwards, we lay together on the coach, exhausted. Mark asked me about the trick with his butt, as he put it. I explained how men sometimes make love that way. He had a gleam in his eye and asked me if we could do that next. I suggested that we wait for another time for that treat. It was late and his parents would no doubt be concerned. After cautioning him on the importance of keeping our relationship secret, I sent him on his way. He, of course, had gotten my address from me and had promised to come visit me at my apartment soon. Care to hear what happened when he did?