Date: Mon, 21 Sep 1998 01:39:21 GMT
From: Mikey_Mark@hotmail.com (Mikey Mark)
Subject: Saturday Afternoon Surprise (m/t mast/oral/anal/cons)

WARNING: The following text contains scenes of textual nudity and graphic
sex between consenting adult males.  If you are offended by such material,
or are under the legal age of consent to read such material, please do not
read any further.  All persons and events depicted in the following story
are entirely fictitious.  Any resemblance to those living or dead is purely
coincidental.


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  "Saturday Afternoon Surprise"

   by Mikey Mark


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I was 24 years old when I met Anthony.  It was a sunny winter afternoon and
I was at the downtown gay bookstore looking for a gift for a friend's
birthday.  I didn't find anything, but I wasn't really in the mood for
shopping, finding the customers more interesting than the merchandise.

After thoroughly cruising the only two decent looking young guys in the
place, I headed out the door and onto the busy Saturday afternoon street.
I walked about fifty feet to the lights and waited to cross.  I was
immediately surprised to find a cute long haired teenager standing beside
me asking for a light.  I was still holding the lighter after lighting my
own cigarette so I just handed him the lighter and took a moment to look
him over.  He was shorter than I and quite thin, about 5'6" and had long
dirty blond hair pulled back into a ponytail.  He had on a pair of well
worn blue jeans, running shoes and a dark blue ski-jacket.  Underneath the
jacket he wore a white turtleneck and a flannel shirt.  Totally suburban,
early 80's.

I was completely taken aback when this kid standing beside me on the
sidewalk asked why I didn't buy anything at the bookstore.  I certainly
didn't remember seeing him inside the bookstore, and the lord knows I
wouldn't have missed a sight like him.  Instead of asking him how he knew I
was in the bookstore, which would have sounded rather accusing, I assumed
he was either too young or too shy to go inside and instead, waited outside
on the busy street to watch who went in and out.

We crossed the street together, smoking our cigarettes while I pondered my
answer to his question.  After deciding that this was a pickup opportunity
made in heaven, I gave a long and rambling answer to his rather simple
query in order to encourage him with my friendliness.  In reply, the boy
announced that he was heading home and offered to give me a ride in his
car.

Again, he surprised me, but I recovered quickly enough to accept his
strange offer.  I could not help but to think to myself that normally, it
is the adult man who introduces himself to a handsome young lad and invites
him over to His house.  There I was, scoped out, picked up, and driven home
by a teenager barely old enough to drive.

His car and His house turned out to both belong to his parents.  The BMW
was a dead give away.  As it turned out, the parents were out of town and
his older sister was away with her boyfriend.  That left him with the
Beemer and the House.

The house was out on the fringes of the city, in one of those new
sub-divisions of monster houses.  The houses on his street were huge, but
jammed far too close together for my taste.  Inside, the place had vaulted
ceilings, marble floors and pillars, a grand piano and a kitchen the size
of my apartment.  After a tour of the house, we ended up in the "family"
room with the 6' TV and the stereo system.  He puts on some music, then the
TV.  He asked if I wanted to see a "porno" movie.  I couldn't believe it.
It was really strange how all this was playing out, but I decided to "go
with the flow" and agree to whatever this boy wanted as he clearly knew
what he was doing.

The gay video was filled with a bunch of smooth bodied young guys getting
it on in a locker room scene.  About five minutes into the video, Anthony
moved over to sit beside me and starts to rub my crotch.  I didn't know
quite what to do next, so I didn't do anything besides moan with pleasure.
After about a minute or so, Anthony stopped rubbing me, stood up, and
announced that "we should go to the bedroom".  I didn't need to be told
twice!

I followed him up the stairs to his room.  He had a double bed and we both
fell on it.  Anthony loved to kiss.  My first tentative kiss on his lips
quickly gave way to wild and passionate necking.  I swear that boy was
trying to put his tongue down my throat.  In order to catch my breath, I
pulled away and got on to all fours, kneeling above him.  He was seriously
cute, I was horny and I wanted to see him naked.  I reached down and undid
his jeans and pulled them down to his ankles.  That started a stripping
match where we both ended up completely naked.

Anthony sure was full of surprises!  There he was, naked as a jaybird, a
skinny sixteen year old, 5'6" tall, with what looked to be a nine inch
boner.  It was really quite long and thin, but hard as a rock.  I couldn't
resist and had to slip my mouth down over top of it.  I took about half of
its length into my mouth in the first gulp.  My mouth moved about two
inches back up his shaft before my mouth was filled with hot cream.  Wow,
was that a quick shooter!

He immediately began to apologize for coming so quickly, but I didn't mind,
I thought it was fun.  In order to "make it up to me", he went down on my
dick like an expert and had me holding back my orgasm in no time.  I
noticed that Anthony still had an erection while he sucked on my dick,
although he had just shot his load only two minutes before.  I couldn't
resist and pulled him towards me to do a 69 with Anthony on top of me.
This time he managed to hold off for a whole minute or two while I
swallowed down to the base of his long slim boner before I could feel his
whole body start shaking and twitching about.  The feel of his hot cream
shooting down the back of my throat made me shot my own load into Anthony's
hot and eager mouth.

We went back to the family room for a post-orgasmic cigarette.  The video
was still going, reminding me that we were upstairs for all of ten minutes
and Anthony had came twice!  We smoked our cigarettes and Anthony got us
some drinks to wash the taste of cum off our breath.  After the video
finished, Anthony put on some good music and we sat back on the couch,
still naked.  As soon as our bodies touched, his dick jumped to attention.
It was amazing to watch.  When it was soft, it was rather small.  But it
just grew longer and harder until it pointed straight up and outwards.  We
rolled around on the couch together, necking wildly, eventually ending up
on the carpet.

My dick was hard again, and Anthony bend down to suck on it.  He was an
excellent cocksucker.  I let him suck for a few minutes, knowing that I
would be able to hold on for quite a while as it would be my second.  He
was kneeling beside me, bent down over my cock.  I could just barely reach
his butt.  I probed and tickled the crack of his hairless ass.  In response
to my fingers, Anthony got up on his knees and without removing his mouth
from my dick, knelt over my chest with his cute boyish butt starring me
right in the face!  His hairless bum was beautiful and clean.  I
immediately reached forward and licked his little pink rosebud with my
tongue.  In response, Anthony pulled off my cock long enough to moan his
approval and sat down right on top of my face.  I rimmed his beautiful
little butt-hole until my jaw got sore, and still I continued.

With Anthony sucking on my dick, it was all I could do to stop myself from
cumming.  I knew I could put if off for a while, but not indefinitely.
Anthony was an excellent cocksucker and he would have me shooting my load
in no time, but he pulled up from my cock and stopped.  He then go up and
turned around, depriving me of his delicious boyish butt.  I suppose I
shouldn't complain, for no sooner had he reversed his position than he took
hold of my dick in one hand and holding it steady, promptly sat down on it!

It was an utterly incredible sensation.  The feeling of having Anthony
slide down my dick, letting gravity and the relaxation of his muscles set
the pace.  Once he was all the way down and sitting flat on my pelvis with
his legs spread outwards, I sat up and we began to kiss some more.  I was
really close to cumming, but I had to hold on.  I held him so he couldn't
move, knowing that as soon as he began any form of rhythm, that would be
it.  Sure enough, as soon as I laid back down and Anthony had the
opportunity to ride up and down on my cock, I started to thrash around in
the ecstasy of my second orgasm.  When the spasms finally finished and I
opened my eyes, Anthony's own third orgasm hit me in the face and dribbled
onto my chest.  He was frantically jerking off and that long slim boner of
his was shooting cum all over the place in every direction.

Eventually we pulled off each other and got into the shower to wash off.
It was incredible that Anthony still had a "standby" half-erection, while
my own had retreated to "at ease" status after a vigorous workout.  We
played in the shower for a while before getting out.  We dried each other
off and finally put our clothes back on.  It was five o'clock and I
mentioned that I had plans that evening although I was seriously
considering canceling.  We headed back to the family room once again for a
post-orgasmic cigarette and a drink.

We chatted for a while and after exchanging telephone numbers, Anthony
offered to drive me back home so I wouldn't be late.  However, at the front
door, after we have our shoes and coats on, Anthony says we have to kiss
"goodbye".  A reasonable request.  Our little goodbye kiss immediately
progresses to a mad passionate embrace and there we are necking like crazy,
leaning against the front door.  He starts to rub my dick again, and
despite my two orgasms, my tired and well satisfied dick begins to rise
once again.  Needless to say, Anthony's own cock is rock hard and was
poking out through the pocket of his jeans.  The sound of his moans and the
passion of his kissing when I really began to rub his dick convinced me
that Anthony really wanted another orgasm right here before we left!  What
the hell, I whipped open his jeans and pulled them down to his knees and
did the same with his white underwear.  The look on his face told me that I
was right.

I was about to go down on my knees to suck on his beautiful slim boner, but
Anthony grabbed my head and thrust his tongue in my mouth.  I had no choice
but to jerk him off standing there.  That apparently was what he wanted
because he began to squirm and bounce around more and more the faster I
jerked him off.  I thought that after three orgasms he would have had
enough, or might have run out of juice, but no sir.  I took about four or
five minutes, but no longer for Anthony to really start to howl.  He was
practically delirious with pleasure, his head rolling around his shoulders
as his fourth orgasm shot out onto the marble floor of the front hall,
dripping and splattering mere inches from the brass umbrella stand.  It was
fantastic.

When we got our breath back, Anthony offered to do me again, but I declined
with a smile.  My dick couldn't take another round and would be raw if I
let him try.  Age and experience does teach some lessons.  Instead, I
marveled at his youthful hormones and we fixed our clothes and headed out
the door.

That was the beginning of a wonderful, however sporadic, relationship.  I
called Anthony a couple of days later, but his parents were home and he
wasn't very talkative.  About a month passed before he called me.  I
invited him over to my place.  It was practically a repeat of our first
experience except for the lack of the video.  We just headed straight for
the bedroom.  That second time, Anthony came four times again, twice as
many times as myself.

That became a pattern.  Every month or two, sometimes three, Anthony would
call up and want to come over, or want me to come to his house that very
evening.  We wouldn't waste much time chatting before both of us were
naked.  We would usually begin with a round of orgasms by blow job and then
progress to a serious fucking session before capping it off with a final
solo jerkoff performance by Anthony, usually standing in the hallway by the
door.

One time Anthony actually stayed overnight at my apartment and managed to
have seven orgasms between 10pm and 10am.  It was incredible.  Each orgasm
seemed to become more and more intense with wilder and wilder thrashing.
Eventually, after a year, Anthony met up with another boy his own age and
he stopped calling me.  Ah well, it was fun while it lasted, and Anthony
remains to this day, one of my most favorite memories.

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