Date: Wed, 24 Sep 2003 01:11:12 -0700 From: Tony Hawkins Subject: stranger no more It was several days before I plucked up the nerve to call `J' who had stuffed a card with his number in my pocket that sunny afternoon at speaker's corner.He was obviously delighted that I had called and wanted me to visit him in the late afternoon. For some reason he wanted to know my waist measurement which I determined after rummaging in my aunt's sewing basket for a measure. He lived in an ultra-fashionable area of London called Mayfair in a spacious luxurious apartment and greeted me warmly dressed in a short terrytowel robe.We sat in two comfy armchairs where he questioned me as to my life at boarding school. He was goodlooking,in his forties and wellspoken with a charming pleasant manner which put me immediately at my ease. Sufficiently so that when he delicately enquired as to what my friends and I did for `boyfun' as he called it, my early apprehensions had dissipated to the point I could freely describe our youthful fumblings and clumsy mutual masturbation efforts without embarrassment .He asked if I had ever `done things' with a man and I related how our french master used to call us up to his desk to review our written work and put his hand up our wide legged corduroy shorts but that one day he had left suddenly. He said how much he liked me in shorts and produced a shopping bag from a prestigous department store which contained three pairs of obviously very expensive nylon and satin running and sports shorts,one with side slits almost to the waist.He said he hoped they would fit and suggested I try on the white ones. I agreed and made as if to look for his bedroom or bathroom to change.He smiled and said not to bother and that I might as well change right there.I hesitated and suddenly realized how silly my thought had been since sitting right in front of me was the man who had deposited what seemed to be a cupful of his sperm between my bum cheeks only a few days before. I carefully took off my sneakers. Alongside the lovely new ones he had bought, my blue pair looked rather shabby but I took them down,probably blushing sligthtly.as this was the first time I had ever been naked in front of man he reached out his hand for them and held them in his lap and licked his lips slightly.It was ,of course,the first time he had seen me naked. I stepped carefully into the new garment marvelling at the silky feel of the materiel as I pulled it up over my thighs but I couldn't disguise the hardening of my five-inch prick since I had to tuck it into the white liner. He got up and moved a small footstool directly in front of me and sat on it, his face at the exact height of my crotch and for almost a minute sat staring at it inches in front of his face. His short red robe gaped widely as he sat down and I saw his prick,hard and circumcised with a slight liquid sheen on a very distinct large head of a light purple hue and about seven inches long,the first grown male genitalia I had ever seen at close range. Looking down I could see him use one finger only to pull aside the front of one of the legs of my shorts and talk quietly while staring hungrily at the nylon liner through which,although I couldn't see it, my balls and now raging hardon must have been all too obvious. I had alread felt my Cowper's gland ,as nature intended, emit its pre-coital seeping of lubrication in readiness for the sexual act.Little could nature guess it was not going to be necessary on this occasion. `J' said he had hoped I was not circumcised and was overjoyed to find I was blessed with a long foreskin which,after pulling the little inner panty bit aside he slowly pulled it back to reveal my very pink wet cockhead. He kissed the inside of my thighs and moved up to open his mouth in readiness to receive my offering. I was frantic with desire and knew that I could ejaculate with almost no actual touch.He cupped my balls with one hand and after wetting a finger on his other hand with my precum slid it between my legs and bum cheeks to seek , find and circle my very private place.Looking down I could see him open his mouth and put it around my prick without even touching it . I don't think my actual body was moving but I knew my prick was twitching and the bottom of the glans made sudden contact with his tongue exactly when his finger was gently but firmly thrust in my virgin hole. Unlike many erotic stories,he did not suck me as such,nor did I fuck his mouth as so often described but nature had her way and as I felt the first gout of my seed burst up from my testes his mouth gently closed deeply around the whole shaft. Neither of us moved except that my anal muscle contracted around his finger every time another surge of my cream flooded into his soft mouth. One, two, three, four,five and then a last weak dribble seeped out as my legs turned to water. We were frozen like statues for what semed like an age but he eventually stood up,put his arms around me and kissed me,the first man ever to do so. I responded willingly without any sort of revulsion.Here it seemed was someone who loved me and filled the long empty chasm of having no father.I responded avidly and gladly receiving his tongue with a slightly sweet taste which I realised was that of my own essence.He reached down parting his robe and his hot almost vertical member seemed to find its way immediately into the front of my shorts. Somehow it was right in my pants between my legs which I clamped together tightly.He must have been on the verge for a long time as with three or four sudden thrusts what felt like a burst of very hot water doused my crotch and was running down my legs in streams.We clung to each other. After a long hot shower together and dressed again,he produced a huge packet of goodies from the best caterer in London.He knew that above almost all, a teenage boy yearns for food.He mixed himself a very large vodka and said he wanted to be absolutely honest with me and went on to pour his heart out which I felt was totally sincere. He said there were many things he would like to do with me and teach me as well as meet some of his friends and perhaps even let them join in but he would never let anyone hurt me and I could always and at any time say if I didn't want to do something. I was grateful he didn't feel it necessary to say that I must never speak of anything or anyone about us as he could be ruined. I had known this instinctively anyway. I was in a seventh heaven.Here was a man who appeared to love me and gave me such incredible pleasure as well.Boys arent especially articulate at my age and I just murmured that it sounded great and even confessed that I would do anything he wanted.He said he particularly liked me in shorts and asked to keep my well-worn blue ones as a souvenir of our meeting in the park. He wanted to give me lots of money but I declined,not that I was flush but that it didn't seem right;he understood. Thrusting a huge packet of the remaining sandwiches on me,he kissed me passionately holding my bum close to him and we parted. As I walked back across the park I could see speakers corner where we had met. My new life had started.As far as I was concerned he could do anything to me he wanted and it worked out just like that. (I was staggered at the number of responses I received after `Stranger feeling' and was most appreciative of the encouragement and ideas. I need a break but hopefully many more strange things and people will emerge, given enough encouragement).