Date: Sat, 11 Oct 2003 13:26:03 -0700 From: Tony Tiger Subject: Voluble Stranger One morning when `J' phoned he said that there was someone he wanted me to meet and on arrival I was introduced to `H'. I had been brought up to always observe the proper courtesies and I knew that J scrupulously did so himself and practically worshipped good manners. Accordingly I shook his hand and said "How do you do, sir". Any adult to boys my age were automatically addressed as `sir' in those days. `H' was tallish,thin, immaculately dressed in a pin-striped suit and somewhere in his fifties. I had a vague feeling I had seen him before although it seemed highly unlikely.He asked politely about my school and hobbies in a rather melodious voice with perfect diction and unusual word usage. Children in their pubescent years have innate,nature-given senses,like those of a fawn feeding in a meadow, that adults often don't and I was acutely aware that his eyes would continually flicker from my face to my shorts and legs. `J' asked me to make us all some coffee and when I returned ten minutes later with the tray I could catch only `H's voice... " absolutely nothing else" and J's reply ..."well as long as I have your word but only if he agrees".When H left with the niceties of farewells properly observed,I told J of my observation and he said "yes, he enjoys just what I do..good-looking boys like you". I thought nothing more of it. However a few days later J told me that he owed a very large favour to `H' and asked me, very hesitantly, how I would feel about visiting him and allowing him to enjoy me and make me ejaculate. He wouldnt do anything else,but just feel me and jerk me off. I didn't particularly want to do it but J had been so good to me and I was genuinely fond of him so I rather reluctantly agreed.I said I was hoping J would be there but he said that H wanted me entirely on my own and that I should go to his flat the next afternoon. When I got there the next day `H' was wearing a robe and welcomed me warmly and told me to go into the bedroom and put on a pair of undies that were lying on the bed. It was obvious that he had the identical fetish to J for they were black and made of thin silk with a small trimming of white lace around the very wide legs.When I returned to the living room he stood up and removed his dressing gown and was naked underneath. I was surprised that such a thin person could be so well endowed.His prick was not terribly thick but had to be nine inches in length with a pronouced upward curve and red and slightly wet at the end. I suddenly felt terribly apprehensive that he was going to fuck me. J was always very considerate about any possible pain I might feel when he carefully slid his seven inches into my teenboy hole even though he sometimes became much rougher when in the throes of orgasm, slamming into my quivering buns and pumping jet after jet of hot cum into my colon. The prospect of H inserting that length into me left me shaking slightly with fright but as J had promised, I was spared that experience. He sat down in a big armchair and told me to stand sideways on to him in between his knees..He bent down to look up the legs of my pants for the longest time while his left hand slid up the back caressing my buttocks and teasing the crack in between. He started to talk; to the air it seemed. "A lovely innocent boy,his taut young bumcheeks ready to be separated by my searching hand; his teenage prick and soft balls hanging quietly in the silken cleft of the pants,my other hand now sliding up his smooth hairless thighs into the vee where his legs join"... He was matching his actions to his words and while I was puzzled by this soliloquy, I couldn't deny that I was getting hard which didn't escape his notice. "The lovely beginning of a tumescence in a boy still in puberty.I stroke with featherlike touch the cream-filled balls almost ready to give up their nectar;I hold the growing tender childlike flesh gently at first but now harder,my thumb under the bulging head rubbing in slow and loving strokes while my whole hand tightens around the shaft" "I wet my other finger with some of my own leaking slippery oil, gently separate his twin cheeks to search for and find the small seemingly virgin orifice I know is there; It wants to resist my invasion but I am heartless and thrust into the moist slippery interior as far as it will go even though the boy starts with a little cry of pain" I had indeed let out a small yelp at the sudden invasion of my private place but I was fascinated more by his actions than the speech although it did add somehow to the intense excitement I was now feeling . Uninterupted he continued his monologue. "My thoughts run wild...I dream of what I would do had I not given my word..I would kiss his open mouth to taste the first of his juices.My tongue would leave a moist trail downwards over his velvet stomach and my mouth open to engulf his swelling little tube of flesh to savour its wet early emission and then journey further on to part the protective globes that guard his virgin secret place" "My tongue would thrust into the heart of the rose and every ounce from my dripping mouth would be used to prepare the way and ready the passage for the entry of my yearning aching rod...The scene has changed as the early evening light gleams on the boy facedown on my bed's silken coverlet ;a pillow beneath his hips,his arms by his sides and his lovely twin and trembling ivory curves awaiting my invasion. I part them and thrust deep into the sanctuary heedless of his scream. I am ruthless and piston mercilesssly and all too soon my seed is leaving me in hot spurts for the warmth of his cave. He mewls quietly and I am spent". Standing there,in between his knees, I was completely caught up in his narrative. Here was a live bard,reciting a Chaucerian `Boy's tale',one of the Decameron's 1001 nights or a fable from the worlds greatest authors of the erotic.It was me in the story and I was enjoying it beyond my wildest dreams.I was also reaching the height of an orgasm which he sensed as he returned to reality. "The boy is about to give up his essence,his honey,his sweet milk to my waiting fingers and this flimsy garment. I thrust my finger in his clamping orifice to and fro,faster and faster while my other hand matches its tempo until,yes,his legs clamp tightly together and gout after gout of his hot sticky cream spills into my hand under and on its silken covering". I could never recall an orgasm like that and was somewhat embarrassed but H whose prick I could see was covered in clear precum,just told me gently to remove the pants very carefully and not spill any of their very substantial contents.He wiped my crotch and legs with a silk hanky and I went back into the bedroom to get dressed in my own shorts. . When I emerged he was wearing the black pants pulled down slightly over his thighs with the crotch still jammed tight in his. I could see several pools of what must have been my cum still on the inside of the pants and a sticky sheen of it on his balls and prick. He was holding the hanky to his face with one hand and jacking himself off with the other.His hand moved faster and faster until it was almost a blur. I stood there spellbound. The spurts came like shots from a gun, an almost continuous stream which never seemed to stop forming what looked like a lake of cream on the little black that could still be seen of the sodden garment. I murmured a goodbye and he muttered a thank you as I let myself out and returned to J's apartment where he questioned me obviously worried. I didn't elucidate but said it all went which pleased and I think, relieved him. As a normal fourteen-year old boy,politics was of absolutely no interest to me and was reading a magazine as I was sitting with my aunt who was routinely watching the evening news,which also usually bored me to bits . I froze as I heard a voice I recognized and looked up to see a figure appear on the screen making an impassioned plea for some cause or another. I gasped to see that it was `H' immaculately attired with a rose in his buttonhole. He was almost Churchillian but even I, a young boy ,could not fail to be impressed with, and admire the passion and force with which he spoke . He concluded with deafening applause and the program cut to the announcer who said "that was a member of the opposition,the honourable H...responding to the government's new proposal to... .My aunt put down her knitting and looked at me over her spectacles and said "He's quite a speaker isn't he"...I had to agree. (I heartily welcome comments,ideas or suggestions to this or any of my other 'stranger' stories and will try to answer all correspondence.. My thanks to Ken James for his editorial vetting and ideas. Tony)