Date: Fri, 15 Aug 2003 14:35:35 -0400 From: Dick Hertz Subject: WALKING I've been trying to take off some weight, so I've been on the Atkins diet. Along with that, I have increased my physical activity by walking a mile at 5:30 every morning and then walking a few blocks three times a day at work. I've dropped eighteen pounds so far and feel pretty good about that. I work in a downtown area that that has some historic neighborhoods to walk in and it gives me a chance to clear my head at mid-morning, noon, and mid afternoon. It's also a great excuse to have a cigarette. If I go out the front of my building and turn right I have to go by a small convenience store and a liquor store to get to the street with the historic brownstones on it. It has been interesting to observe the people I meet on my walks. They are such a culturally diverse lot. There is a high Latino population as well as African Americans in the apartments nearby. They seem to use my favorite strolling place as a shortcut to the liquor store and convenience store. This particular street also has the reputation for housing quite a few gay men. I am the quintessential white male in his 50's with a belly I'm trying to lose, so I'm in the minority in this neighborhood. Lately I've been fantasizing about the possibility of running into a guy that may be interested in sex. I've seen a few on my walks, but I'm too chicken to start anything. I'm not gay, but I have had a few encounters over the years. I've been wondering what it would be like to have a dick in my mouth again. I have Nifty to blame for inflaming my lust. I read some of those stories and then go walking with my imagination primed and ready to go. I have even scoped out a few places where two guys could play without being seen. My favorites are in the basement entrances to apartments that are under the stoops of the brownstones. Several look well enough concealed that no one would notice while a quickie blowjob was consummated. I've had a few guys say "Hi", and a few ask me for cigarettes, but nothing happened. Then, earlier this week, I started out from the front of my building at about 8:30 am and had to pass by the convenience store. Apparently, it was not open yet and several people were congregating outside waiting for them to open. There was a Puerto Rican couple, a black woman, and a black teen male. I normally just avert my eyes and pick up the pace to get to where I am going, but this morning, something caught my eye. This black teen guy was a little chunky, and the way his loose T-shirt hung on him, his chest mesmerized me. He seemed to have a little set of tits that turned me on. I have never in my life been attracted to men's breasts before, but I found them extremely sexy. They looked like young teen girl tits and they jiggled a little when he moved. They seemed to be very pointy, too. I sneaked a peek at his face and he was very good looking, too. I continued to walk and found myself looking back to check him out. His clothes were fashionably baggy, so I wasn't sure what the rest of him offered. I went to the corner and rounded it and started down the tree-lined street, but couldn't get him out of my mind. Before I could give it much thought, I had turned around and headed back to the storefront. He was still there and the store had not opened up. "Are you waiting for something?" I asked. Stupid question, huh? I found myself blushing. "Yeah, the store's supposed to be open by now and I need some cigarettes." He said. "Well, if you need a smoke, I have some with me," I said, "and I can give you some from my truck if you don't mind walking a block to get them." "I sure could use a smoke, if you don't mind." he said. "I'll walk with you." I took out a cigarette and handed it to him along with my lighter. "It's just around the block to the parking lot where my truck is." I said. He lit his cigarette and handed the lighter back to me. I made sure our hands made contact. He drew in a good drag and sighed a sigh of relief when he exhaled. "Thanks, I've been desperate for a smoke," he said, as we walked up the brick sidewalk. " I didn't feel like waiting there much longer." We walked in silence, quietly smoking our cigarettes. I kept stealing glances his way and my heart was thumping. The feelings I had wouldn't go away. He was looking better than ever. How was I going to bring the subject of sex up? We continued and turned the corner of the next street. "My truck's just down this street." I said. We continued and crossed through the parking lot to where my truck was parked. I hit the remote and unlocked the doors and pulled a pack of Newports from the back seat. "Are there O.K.?" I asked. "Yeah, great! That's what I was going to buy at the store," he said. "What do I owe you?" "Don't worry about it." I said. "Nah, I wouldn't feel right just taking them from you." he said. "Well maybe we can work something out," I said as we started back toward where we came from. "Walk back down the street with me." Again we turned the corner to the tree-lined street with the old brownstones. I asked how old he was and he told me he was nineteen and was planning to go to the local community college in the fall. I still was unsure how I was going to broach the subject that was heavy on my mind. I didn't have a lot of time to play games, so I just came out with it. "Would you like a blow job?" I asked. I knew I could risk it all by being so blunt. He could smash me in the face; call the police, or whatever. Fortunately, it was whatever. "Hmm, well, yeah I think I might." he said. "I've never had one from a guy, but I'd like to pay you back for the smokes. Where would we do it?" I breathed a big sigh of relief and walked over to one of the brownstones I had checked out for weeks. It had doublewide steps and a large cavern under them. "How about down here?" I asked. Without waiting for an answer, I started down the steps and he followed close behind. It was dark and a little damp, but well obscured from passing foot traffic. We went into the farthest point from the entrance and he turned to me as if to say, "What now?" "Could you take off your shirt?" I asked. He complied immediately. His chocolate skin covered his ample belly and chest, and I could see, even in the darkness, his tits pointing outward. I stepped closer to him and put my hand on his stomach and slid it up until it contacted his closest nipple. He sucked in his breath as I rubbed over it with my palm. I let my hand slide over to the other one as I lowered my head and ran my tongue over his left nipple. He moaned and twitched a little and then I applied some suction to his tit. He was really enjoying this and I could see some movement in his loose pants. I let my left hand slide down to the front of his pants while I kept up the action on his chest. I felt his cock stiffening against my hand as I massaged it through his pants. It felt like about six and an half inches of hard steel. I felt lower and lightly ran my hand over his balls. He was really moaning, now, so I kept it up for a few minutes. The effect was not lost on me, either. I was hard as a rock. I could feel a little spot of wetness growing on the outside of his nylon pants, so I knew he was past the point of no return. I again brought my hand back to his chest and massaged his right tit and tweaked its nipple while I still had his left one in my mouth. On the next trip south I let my fingers find their way underneath the elastic waistband of his pants and down to his bush. I felt his coarse, curly hair. I reached lower and felt his hard cock hit the top of my hand. I wrapped my fingers around it and stroked from the top to his balls and back up to the top. I wasn't sure, but it felt like he was uncut. Another bonus! I had never played with an uncircumcised cock before. I spent some extra time feeling the head of his cock and, sure enough; there was an extra flap of skin I didn't have on mine. It also seemed moister and softer than mine. I felt a couple a drops of dew coming out of his piss slit and I spread them around the head with my thumb while I held the skin back with my fingers. At this point, I felt we were both ready. He was moaning and thrashing around and my mouth was watering thinking about the prize in my hand. As I knelt down in front of him, I slid his pants and boxers down below his knees. When I looked up, his cock was right there in front of me. Just as I figured, it was almost seven inches, not too fat, and uncircumcised. I licked up a few more drops of precum that had seeped out and swirled my tongue around the head of it. I licked the shaft from top to bottom to get it wet and then lowered my mouth on it. By the time I got to the bottom, I had his balls in my left hand and my right hand holding his foreskin back to keep his head exposed. "Shit, man!" he moaned, "That's so fucking awesome!" I alternated applying suction and lowering my head down on his shaft with swirling my tongue around his head on the upstroke. He was pushing against me and thrusting in to my mouth in time with my ministrations. He was totally into it, as was I. His movements became more urgent and I could feel his balls tighten up. He was grunting and groaning to beat the band. Just when I started to worry he was going to make enough noise to draw attention to us, I felt his cock swell and jerk and his warm fluid jettison into the back of my throat. I pulled back and let him rip. I swallowed what he gave me and waited for the next volley. He kept shooting until he died down to a trickle and I applied more sucking pressure to empty him out good. I felt him soften a bit in my mouth and pulled his foreskin back over his head with my lips as I pulled off him. He was leaning back against the wall with his eyes closed when I stood up. I swiped both of his nipples with my tongue and handed him his shirt. He just held it in his hand trying to catch his breath. "That was the best fucking blow job I ever had!" he exclaimed. "I've never cum so much in my life!" "I'm glad you liked it," I said, "Do you think you could help me out with this?" I had pulled my hard dick from the confines of my pants and held it out to him. "Oh, yeah!" he said as he wrapped his hand around it. He pulled me back against him so he could reach around and jerk me off. It only took about ten pumps before I blasted a load that hit the opposite wall. That really cleared my pipes! We both straightened up and he put his shirt on. I peeked around the corner and saw the coast was clear, so we went up the stairs to the street and continued our walk down the shady, tree-lined street. "Are you O.K. with this?" I asked. "Oh, I'm fine with this!" he said. "Any time you want, you can do that to me. Maybe I could learn to do it to you, too." "How about tomorrow morning?" I said. "Sure, I'll be at the convenience store at 8:30!" he said. I could hardly wait.