For several long minutes we stood in the absolute silence
created by both the snow and our seeming reluctance although, under the circumstances,
not unusual desire to engage in a conversation. We had been forced together
by circumstances beyond our control, and deep in our minds, I am sure we
were more concerned with how or when we would be able to continue our journey.
Any type of relationship was beyond comprehension, at least for the
Outside of an anxious moment or two when we first met, there had been no
aggressive actions; at least not on my part. On the contrary, casting
a covert glance at him, I could see that he appeared to have relaxed some.
There was a small amount of his face showing, I could see the dark pupils
of his eyes and the slight upward tilt of his nose. He was wearing a zippered
jacket with an elastic waist band, and a dark black, blue or brown muffler
around his neck. His hands were stuffed into the pockets of the jacket
and where he had been hunched down into the jacket, he had relaxed and, his
full lips and some of his milky white throat were visible. Standing as we
were, hunched up, it was difficult to gauge his height but, he appeared to
be only and inch or two shorter than my six feet. He looked me in they eye
for a brief moment, and in that moment, I saw the pink tip of his tongue peeking
out between his lips. I wasn't sure if it was a deliberate act or an automatic
response to dry lips but, I was tempted to respond in the same fashion, and
would have except for his quickly glancing away.
In that moment, I looked downward and saw he was wearing a pair of totally
inadequate laced basketball shoes and, in the dim light, I could see tuffs
of either light brown or dirty blonde hair sticking out from under his cap.
He was wearing what appeared to be khaki trousers and, from the waist
up he was probably warm enough but down to the soles of his shoes, he wasn't
and, I said, "You look like you are freezing."
He looked me in the eye, and in almost seductive voice he said, "I was for
awhile there until you came in."
"Oh yes," I mused to myself, somewhat taken aback by his comment. His eyes
held mine unwavering, and a warm feeling was slowly spreading in my groin
as my heretofore subdued "gaydar" reacted to his answer and the seductive
manner in which he had commented to my casual but concerned observation. I
wasn't exactly sure if I should be as flippant or as direct as he had been
so, I settled for a generic response. "How so?" I asked.
He hesitated before speaking, and when he did there was a softness that
was not normally connected with street urchins or hustlers. "The wind and
snow were blowing full force through the opening until you came in." He said,
hesitating for a moment before continuing. "It wasn't as bad when you were
standing in front of me, you are big enough to block it but, if we stood closer
to each other back in the corner it would probably better...."
His words slipped away as he moved deeper into the corner of the alcove.
My "gaydar" was turning me on, and I felt a strong surge inside of my
thick corduroy trousers as my cock started swelling with anticipation even
though the conditions were not conducive to a mutually satisfying sexual completion
if he was so inclined.
"This can't be happening," I said to my self, watching as he removed his
right hand from his jacket pocket. He didn't hesitate, and I didn't object
when his arm went around my waist and, he steadily but gently pulled me around
to face him. I felt his other arm slipping around behind me, his fingers locking
together. He tugged slightly pulling me toward him, and when our groins met,
I felt his hard cock pressing against mine. His eyes gleamed, and I
felt his hands moving up my back to the nape of my neck. With another gentle
tug he pulled my lips to his, and sliding the tip of his tongue over my lips
he whispered, "When you were looking at me, I had a feeling that you were
checking me out, and this is what you wanted."
Shivering with excitement, I ground my hard cock into his groin and, growled
softly, "You did?"
Our mouths opened and were absorbed with sucking each others tongues when,
I raised my arms forcing his upwards around my neck. Clinching my fingers
tightly together in the small of his back, I pulled his body tightly to mine.
Even thickly clothed, I could feel how trim his body felt, and the stimulating
and exciting touch of his pulsating cock against mine left little doubt as
to how impressive his endowment would be.
As we reluctantly disengaged our lips, my still unknown companion said,
"Would you mind telling me your name?"
"Carl, Carl Conway, what's yours?"
"Kelly, Kelly Drinen, Carl; and before you ask, I'll be nineteen next month,"
"I wasn't going to ask that, Kelly, at least not yet. What I was thinking
about was the somewhat bold way you answered all of our questions if we had
any." I replied.
Kelly dropped his hands from around my neck down to my hips, and as he spread
his fingers over the small of my back, he slowly ground his cock against mine
as he chuckled deep in his throat and said, "Are you pulling my leg, Carl?
All the cops are snug as bugs in a rug in their station houses, not
out in this snowy weather."
Kelly's arms went around my waist as I pinned him against the cold concrete
walls. His eyes were looking deep into mine as I brushed my lips over his,
asking, "Why aren't you home instead of here in a church vestibule?"
His tongue darted from between his lips and ran smoothly over mine before
he answered with just a hint of petulance." My date stood me up, that's why.
He was supposed to meet me at the Franklin Bridge bus stop but, he didn't.
I waited until it started to snow but when he never showed, I started
walking and it got worse as I was walking and that's when I saw the church
entrance. At first I thought it was my date, and then I saw you weren't him."
"Disappointed?" I asked.
"Oh no!" he exclaimed, looking into my eyes as he, tightened his grip and
pulled our bodies closer together. "At least not now," he said a little coyly.
Our hips were still gyrating slowly while we word played, and I could feel
the pressure building in my nuts. Kelly on the other hand seemed to be content
to stay as we were. I wasn't looking to empty my nuts down my trouser legs,
not in the cold weather.
Leaning back in his arms, I played with the back of his neck and asked,
"Do you live around here?"
I felt his body tighten slightly and then relaxing as he said, "Over in
Charlestown with my parents; but, I don't think the trains are running. How
about you? You were walking, and that usually means you live close enough
A little more than two blocks wasn't all that bad, and even though I knew
next to nothing about, Kelly, I wanted to learn more. As a rule, I opted
on the side of caution when it came to picking someone up but, in this case,
Kelly had been the one to make the advances. "We would have to walk but,
if that's okay, would you like to come home with me?"
Kelly's chest expanded as he inhaled, and then for a split second he hesitated
before exhaling and whispering, "Only if you want me to."
"Oh yes, in a heart beat," I exclaimed excitedly.
His eyes lit up as he threw his arms around my neck and crushed his lips
to mine in a tongue devouring kiss.
The snow seemed to have lightened as we exited the church
vestibule. My steel hard cock shrank instantly in the much colder air outside
the vestibule, and I was sure Kelly was affected the same way. I would
have liked to examine his groin but he was holding my arm tightly as we waded
through the snow.