Date: Sun, 04 Jan 1998 17:05:53 PST From: Rocky 'Jake' Subject: An English Man This story was written in 1998 by Jake Welder. The people in this story are not real! This was all in my head! If you like this story, give me an e-mail @ send_me_pixxx@hotmail.com. Keep on pumpin,' and have SAFE SEX! It all started last year. I was 18, I had just graduated from high school, and had been accepted for medical study at three different schools, one of them in England. So, I got an apartment, a car, and a plane ticket. I said good-bye to all my friends and family, and took off. I arrived in Pearson airport at 5 am; two hours before my flight. I made sure I knew where the boarding gate was, I checked my luggage, and went to get something to eat. I got to one of the restaurants that was open 24 hours, and wasn't surprised to find it practically deserted. There were a few people at tables eating, but one got my attention. He was a tall guy, about 6' 2", and I guessed he was around my age. He looked pretty muscular, and I found myself getting a hardon right there. I was just starting to think about sucking this complete strangers cock, when my train of thoughts was interrupted by the old woman at the food counter. "What d'ya want?" she asked rather hoarsely. "Uhh, salad." I replied, still glancing over at the big hunk accross the room. As my meal was being prepared, I noticed the guy get up, and I finally got to see his face that had been buried in a magazine before. He had light brown eyes, chestnut hair, and his face was so perfectly shaped, I wanted to run over and kiss him right there. I noticed he had a gold loop earring in each ear, and I just about blew my load. Once again, I was interrupted by the old woman who slammed down an old looking salad on the counter, and reached her hand out for money, I gave her a $5 bill, and when I had taken my change and turned around, I noticed the good looking man was gone. Disappointed, I took a seat and began to eat. After I had finished, I looked around the stores, where I bought a few packages of cigarettes which I planned to smoke in my new hometown, just in case they didn't sell DuMaurier's. I was about to go to the book store when I heard the first boarding call for flight '590, to London, England.' I checked my ticket, and since it was my flight, I went to the boarding gates. Not many people had arrived at the plane yet, but it wasn't surprising considering the hour. I gave the woman my ticket, and went through the metal detector twice, since I happened to be carrying change. After that, I found my seat, got out the headphones I had purchased on my last flight, and listened to the radio. For the first time on a plane, I fell asleep, and awoke to the sound of the flight attendant telling me to put on my seatbelt. "Woke up too early this morning?" the man next to me asked. He had a rather sweet British accent. I was about to answer, when I looked over and realized it was the man I had seen in the restaurant earlier. "Yea, I guess so." I replied, trying to keep from drooling, "You sound like you're from England," I told him, stating the obvious, "visiting your girl friend?" "Yes, I am from England, and no, I wasn't visiting my girlfriend. I'm gay actually." I almost jumped up and shouted, 'YES,' when I heard him say that. "Oh, shit, this is going to make you feel weird isn't it?" he said, sounding like he regretted saying what he had. "No, no, it's fine!" I replied, "I'm gay too, I was just, well, surprised." "Most people are." He chuckled. "Well, were you visiting your boyfriend then?" "No, I'm single at the moment. I was visiting my relatives. Oh, sorry, I didn't introduce myself." he stated, "I'm Brad Henshaw." He extended his hand. "Jack Smith." I replied, shaking his hand, and feeling how strong this man was. We talked the whole plane ride to the UK, and discovered that we were both going to the same college, and were studying the same thing. He said he was 19, but just wanted a year to himself before he started school. We also realized that we had a lot in common with one another. He also liked Leonardo DiCaprio, and alternative music. After that, we became good friends. I gave him rides to school while his car was in the shop, we went out for coffee every once in a while, and studied together often. After a few weeks of being in school, we were driving home, since my car hadn't been able to start. "So, Jack," he said, "are you doing anything tonight?" "Not as far as I know," I replied, smiling. "What do you say we go out for supper tonight then? I know a pretty good restaurant, if you like good ol' British pubs!" His question surprised me, but of course I accepted. He said he was going to pick me up at 7, which gave me 2 hours to get ready. I went to my apartment, showered, got dressed into some sweats and a t-shirt, and turned on the TV. After I had flipped through all the channels twice, never once looking at them, the man who I had been thinking about all night knocked on the door. When I opened the door, Brad was standing there in jeans and a Nike coat. The jeans were fighting against the huge bulge in the crotch, and were just barely containing his man meat. "Ready?" He asked. Thankfully he didn't notice me looking at his crotch. "Yep." I replied, as I put my coat on and followed him downstairs. By the time we got to the pub, it was packed, and very noisy. We ordered a couple of beers, and took a seat in one of the booths. When our drinks arrived, Brad nearly swallowed the whole beer in one gulp. "You come here often?" I yelled at him. "Yea, actually! I bring friends here a lot. Its a great place to have fun!" He smiled, nodding his head to the beat of the music. We enjoyed a good dinner, and since Brad was driving, he didn't have any more alcohol. He drove me back to my apartment, and followed me inside. We reached the 8th floor quickly, and I opened the door to my place. "Wanna come in?" I asked. "No, I better not, I should get home. I got an early class tomorrow." "OK, thanks for dinner. See you soon!" I said. Brad smiled and said good-bye. Just as he turned around, he dropped his car keys, and as he bent over to pick them up, I noticed the sexiest ass I had ever seen. I must have been staring for too long, because the next thing I knew, Brad spoke. "You like what you see?" He smiled at me, and slowly drew nearer. I blushed. Before I could get out a word, I finally got to kiss his sexy lips. He pulled me close to him, shut the door, and French kissed me for a good minute. He then pushed me on the couch, and took off his coat and shirt. That's when I realized how muscular this man really was. He had a huge, hairless chest, a pierced right nipple, and a pierced belly button. He had a tattoo of a peace sign on his left pec, and a yin-yang on his right bicep. He had the largest biceps I had ever seen. Before I got a chance to admire him any further, he literally ripped my shirt off, and lay on top of me. Brad caressed my body, and kissed my neck and my lips. Then he did what I was put on this earth to witness. He undid his tight jeans, and pulled down his boxers, revealing a thick 11 inch dick. I too removed my pants, and sat there admiring this huge stud. He looked at me and smiled. "To hell with my class. I love you, Jack." Was all he said before he was on top of me again. He grabbed me by the hair, and forcefully shoved my head down to his throbbing shaft. I didn't hesitate to take it. Somehow, I got that whole dick down my throat, and began moving my mouth up and down it. Before I knew it, were in a 69 position. We sucked each other for a good 5 minutes before he got up. "We're not going to waste all our cum on sucking!" he told me. The next thing he did made me hornier than I had ever been. He began to piss all over me. All the way from my abs, to my mouth, where I drank every last bit of it. It was all over my couch, but I didn't care. "Oh, fuck! Fuck you're good!" I cried out. Brad then told me to lick his armpits, which I did willingly. "You like my ass?" he asked. "Hell yes!" I told him. "Then eat it!" he commanded, jamming my head against his tight cheeks. I immediately obeyed. I licked every inch of his ass, then pushed my tongue up his tight hole. He laughed, and then in between moans, he said, "Baby, you're going to like this!" and with that, I felt shit petruding from his hole. I wrapped my mouth around it and began to chew. You might say I ate a second meal. But it was a damn good meal. After Brad had finished moaning, he commanded me to piss on him, then shit in his mouth. When he was finished with all that, he told me to go get some vegetable oil, and when I had done that, he commanded me to point my ass at him. When I complied, he began to rub the vegetable oil all over his thick penis. And once it was dripping with the greasy oil, he did what I had wanted since the day I had met him. He shoved it straight up my asshole. I screamed with the pain, and with the pleasure. I had been fucked before, but never like this. He began to pump quickly in and out of my hole. Without realizing it, I was yelling and moaning "Oh, yea, DO ME BRAD!" After fucking me for about 10 minutes, Brad took his cock out of my swollen ass. I turned around, and noticed he was covered in sweat, which made him glisten in the dim light. When I saw him like that, I couldn't resist. I lunged toward his rod, and shoved it all into my mouth, including his balls. I sucked until he came. And boy, did he cum! I came up for air twice, trying to swallow all his man juice. After that, he sucked me off too. It was one of the most memorable nights of my life. After we had both rested a bit, I put on a fire, and got some beer, and I sat in his arms on the piss-stained couch. "That was good." I whispered as I kissed him deeply. "I think this is the start of a sexy relationship." He said, still trying to catch his breath. I felt his pecs and his biceps before licking all the sweat off of them. Brad leaned over and kissed me. After that, Brad pissed on me once more, and we went to bed. Together. I'll never forget my first night with an English man. Now, we live together, and sleep together. And somehow I doubt that we'll ever want to let go of each other.