From: FANCHAPHAW@DELPHI.COM Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: FCP: More than a fantasy (m/m, minors) Date: Aug 13 '95, 20:00 FAN CHA PHAW PRESENTS: FROM THE ARCHIVES: "MORE THAN A FANTASY" This story is from the archives of Fan Cha Phaw. This story might have appeared previously on the net, or in other publications. This is an adult fiction story, which consists of sex and sexual scenes between men and boys, or boys and boys. If this type of story offends you, or your community standards, exit now and do not continue reading. If you are under the age of 18 (in the US), or under the age in your country to read such stories, exit now and do not continue reading. Fan Cha Phaw does not condone the actions of the actors in this story. Fan Cha Phaw does not condone the breaking of any laws. We can be reached at fanchaphaw@delphi.com PLEASE REMEMBER that all repost requests, comments, and discussion belong on alt.sex.stories.d, and not on the discussion thread. MORE THAN A FANTASY by E.F.V. Rain spattered down on the windshield. The beach had been a big disappointment, high-priced, but no one of interest. Just a group of three overweight, pimply types in knee- lengths surfing. I had to piss...had by this time half a hard-on and was ready to chow down as well, so I pulled into a McD's, checked into the latrine and pulled out old Stretchy, who was halfway up, flushed with pink at 5 1/2 inches to take a warm, delicious-feeling piss. While letting my fantasies run wild, a blonde, athletic type man came in and disappeared into the toilet stall farthest away, shutting the door behind him. The door to the latrine opened again as in walked the most beautiful boy I had ever seen...13/14, surfer blond, muscled with gray jams, running shoes, and the deepest, most honest blue eyes you ever saw, transfixed, as if by a cobra by Stretchy. I realized the danger I was in, but Stretchy had a mind of his own, up to his full, red, eight inches in trouble! The ocean and the sky were in the boy's wide open eyes. The growing bulge sticking upward inside his navy/gray jams told the full story. This kid was the face of God! The whole ball of wax! The whole nine yards! I could feel five days of cum welling up inside my guts. Stretchy was fully ready to spew it out on cue. The boy slid quietly behind me, pulling his strong, delicate hands gently on my hips and went to the toilet stall facing me. He pulled his jams down to his ankles and revealed his perfect, muscular legs and stomach. He stood up and out beautifully under his baggy white underwear, which he dropped to the same place as the jams, showing off in all his glory, a perfect, rock- hard, delicate, pink 7 inch boy cock with a large slitted cherry-shaped pink/purple head. He slipped his delicate, well shaped hand and fingers around it and gave half a dozen fast pumps. His slit widened into a tight, fire red hole dripping with youthful pre-cum. Then his thick, white, creamy cum pumped out of him like lava from a volcano. Within ten seconds, I had done likewise, gulping for breath, my insides creaming out of me as if through a deep well, like nothing I've experienced since I was 13...14...myself?? Amazing how a beautiful boy's sexuality can suddenly jump into an old man. The other toilet flushed and panic gripped up both as we rushed to stuff our swollen organs into hiding and do a fast disappearing act. Quickly, I was inside ordering my burger, trying not to look at anyone. While eating, our eyes met, nervous smiles, fear and desire. We were both trembling a bit after that awesomely wondrous sexperience, knowing we would never meet again in a million years. -END-