Date: Sun, 6 Aug 2006 17:52:01 +0100
From: thomas burns <thomasburn@googlemail.com>
Subject: As time goes by: Installment: 1

Disclaimer: The following story may contain erotic sexual fantasies
between teenage male men of a homosexual nature, based mostly on truth
and memory. Any comments write to me at thomasburn@gmail.com.
Copyrighted to Thomas Burns.


As time goes by.

Chapter 1

Museum Encounter.

I followed him to the back. He ran his hands down my front in the
darkness. He caressed my face and my chest. His hands finding the
contours of my abs. His hands finding purchase on my erection.

This was Lucas Winter, an 18-year teenager who had just re-expressed
his desire to forever be with me, back in the place where it all
started. I, 16, was enthralled by him. This story is in the past,
ironic that at the time, I was also looking back into the past. A
wonderful, sexual, encounter in the Early Man exhibit of the Natural
History Museum. At the time, I had come to terms with my homosexuality
and was looking for a man to be with. I am relatively handsome, though
my looks are relatively simple. Small mouth, thick eyebrows, medium
length, golden-brown messy hair, and a toned but lean torso. I always
attracted looks from women. I was never interested in them. But Lucas
was my first interest.

This exhibit was particularly dark and gloomy. With plenty of
low-glare spotlights on images of pre-historic naked men. The layout
was intricate and there was a few number of people. I was there on my
own, forced to go out of shear boredom and my close proximity to the
museum. The Exhibit wasn't terribly interesting and I wandered through
a quarter of it without absorbing much. I always made deft looks at
the men in the crowd and made sure I analyzed every naked man
properly. Apart from that it was mind numbing.

I decided to go, it was just to uninteresting, and I started to want
to masturbate vividly in my boredom. I turned around to find the
nearest exit. And collided with someone. I stepped back and quickly
said sorry. And as I walked past him, his hand quickly rested and
stroked my arse. I widened my eyes in surprise and turned to look at
him. The first thing I noticed was a high black cap on his head
tilting upwards, the light casting a delicate shadow on his face. Then
the high cheekbones the small mouth, but muscled jaw. And the blue
top. He was smiling slightly, and red with embarrassment smiled back.
He must have been following me inside the exhibit, I realized. In mild
shock I moved on a couple of meters. I thought, "Shit, he was fucking
attractive." I turned back to see him smiling at me still. He motioned
me to follow him. He turned into the crowd and looking around me
first, walked slowly after him. A guy who found me attractive was
asking me to follow him. I felt butterflies coming into my stomach.

He was standing, reading a thing on the Cambrian era in a tight
corridor, only suitable for two abreth. I ambled up beside him.
"The ancient people, so interesting." He said after a while. It was a
cute voice, rough around the edges, I noticed his prominent larynx.
"I'm Justin," He said, and held out his hand. I shook it replying
"Tom."

We stood for a bit, absorbing the information on man's relationship
with Carnivores. A couple of people walked past us, forcing us to
squeeze against the wall. My heart was pumping so loudly, and the
touch of his hand, when we shook, had forced blood to rush to my
penis.
"Are you here with anyone?" He asked, I looked into his face, noticing
wonderful blue eyes; I so badly wanted to kiss him.
"No, you?" I asked. He shook his head. Shrugging, as if that explained
why he was there. And again we stood there, contemplating. I suddenly
noticed his hand touching my side, where we stood together. He brushed
his hand, up past my hip muscles and the onto the contours of my
sides. It was exhilarating. He laughed slightly. And whispered.
"I guess you're gay?" I nodded slowly. His hand went to his pants; he
brought out the tip of his erect penis. I stared at it. He tucked it
away. I reached forward with my hand, holding it close to the front of
his crotch. "Can I?"

I was blushing, my dick as hard as it had ever been. I was being
surprisingly bold, but I desperately wanted to know what another guys
cock felt like. Soft? Hard? Brittle? Smooth? I must have sounded
pathetic. But when he nodded, my pathetic groping, clearly gave him
great pleasure. I took in his long dick, his large, hanging balls. And
just let my hand slightly caress it. He groaned slightly in deep
pleasure. I badly wanted to see it, touch it, taste his cum. Feel his
ass, and place my cock in his mouth. Make love to him. My hand
wandered upwards, past his bellend, onto his toned body. A well
defined 6-pack, a brilliant skin texture, he had excellent pecks, and
the amount of body hair I felt was heaven. My hand left his body. And
his came to me.

He started on my cock; he felt the length of it up and down, so
softly. He groped my balls, so softly. His hand touched my hips; his
hand caressed my belly button. He felt each one of my abs. He stroked
my side. He felt both of my erect nipples, and the underside of my
pecks. He felt in between them. He leaned forward and placed his mouth
on mine. I closed my eyes. His beautiful mouth finding purchase inside
mine.

We kissed. I was in such agonizing love.

"Do you... Do you want to... um... go home with me?" A couple walked
past, and looked at us as if we were two homosexuals making love in
public. He replied. "I want to discover you here. In the film room, at
the back, in the dark. Where no one will see us." His reply was
slightly shocking, but it was such a turn on. I agreed. My erection
was so hard, and so wanting action. That there was no way I would have
refused. He took my hand and we walked slowly through crowds of
people. And hand in hand he led me into the film room.

The movie was flickering silently on the screen, only an old man was
there, the entrance was so hidden away, and few would come in. We went
to the back and sat on the floor, our backs to the wall. Our hands
still holding. I immediately went in and kissed him lightly on the
mouth. I moved his cap of his head and embraced him, our tongues
playing. He sat back and took my affection. His hand sliding to my
leg. He separated from me. He undid the button of his shorts and his
zip. His cock sprung up into the air, still caught inside his white
briefs. I followed suite. Undoing the buttons, I pulled my trousers
down. My cock, trapped in my black briefs stood up straight as if to
attention.

His was longer than mine, but mine was fatter. I sat there staring and
his, while blood pumped to my checks and to my cock. He carefully
reached over and felt my dick through my briefs. I too reached and
softly felt his. I brought his cock out of his pants, it was beautiful
and cut. Not too veiny, soft, but full of pumping blood. A well-sized
bellend. He removed my pants. I was uncut, thick and had a soft
texture but it was perfectly straight, while his was bent slightly in
the middle. We grabbed each other's cocks, and started to jerk each
other off.

I softly pumped my hand in a full grasp, amazed at the subtle nature
of his penis. I was having an amazing natural high. The deep pleasure
in my stomach rolled up and shot into my penis. It stayed and grew at
the tip until it burst. And in a sudden jolt, of immense deep
pleasure. Liquid shot through my penis, the sperm jumping up into the
air. Falling everywhere. He still continued to pump my wet hard cock.
The pleasure contained within me, stopped me from concentrating fully
on giving pleasure to the handsome, near perfect person. I made one
stiff jerk and his hot stick cum hot up, I quickly captured most of it
in my hand, while the other still pumped his cock. His still pumping
mine.

I softly continued to jerk him off, as he sat back, breathing harshly,
deep in pleasure. His hand still touching and caressing the length of
mine, refusing to stop touching it. I took my other hand to my mouth
and lapped up his cum. His wasn't so salty. He watched me do this and
leaned forward to kiss me. His tongue searched for the remnants of his
seed. Our cocks touched at that moment, our hands temporarily touching
each other's bodies. It sent waves of exhilaration through me. We
separated. Looking in each other's eyes. Wishing for this moment to be
everlasting. Breathing deeply.

"I want you..." He said. He reached down to feel my chest and went in
to kiss again.

"Lucas!!!" A Woman shouted. His head shot away from me. In total shock
he stared towards a women standing there. A man, equally angry stood
beside her. "What..." She noticed his penis was hanging out, she
screamed at this, leaning into the man.
"Lucas!" He shouted. "Put it away!"

Quickly Lucas returned his cock back into his trousers. His father, I
assumed strode forward at this at hit him sharply across the face.
Paying no attention to me the man harshly grabbed Justin, or Lucas, as
these people called him across the room. Justin, or presumably Lucas.
Stared back at me, imploring me.

"Tom!" He shouted. And rounded off some numbers "07971 674 58..." His
father hit him again, far harshly. Blood trickled down his face as he
was dragged out of the room.

I sat there, still erect, still delirious, still shocked. I realized
that he had lied to me about his name and why he was there. I suddenly
felt used. I slowly tucked everything away. Not caring if cum was
splattered everywhere.

The man at the front stared at me as I left.