Date: Thu, 1 Jan 2009 23:25:57 +0000
From: tina foster <tinafosteruk@gmail.com>
Subject: Heroes and Angst Encounters TV/Teen

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Heroes and Angst


Coal black jeans and barefoot, he plods to the front door, to check on his
mail.

He goes back to the front-room, drains the remains of his cup of coffee,
and stands to stare at the phone, for several, long drawn-out seconds.

Running fingers through his bed-head, he wills it to ring.

Nothing.

He stares at the clock on the fires hearth mantle-piece.

"Still early," he muses, picking up his tin of smokes, the black one, with
the Yin Yang design on it.

He opens the tin and digs in his rear right-hand pocket, for the lighter
he'd filled the previous night.

Thumbing the wheel, he sparks up a light and brings it to the tip of his
rollie.

Drawing the warming sweet smoke deep into his lungs, the fellow sighs
deeply, recalling the series of events that had led to his current state of
self-loathing and regret.

It had begun when he'd got in from work and locked the door onto the world.

With a glass of whiskey in hand he'd gone through to the backroom and
turned the PC on and a he'd waited a minute, as the boot-up procedure ran
it's course.

Then, he logged into Yahoo Messenger: and, noticed a message flash up on
the task-bar, telling him he had `one off-line message.'

Click...

"Who is it?" He'd puzzled and smiled, as he read the message.

Kevin hadn't heard from `Young' John for some time.

"Have you been watching `Heroes?'"

Of course he had.

They had met at community based learning centre, across from a sports
centre, with a school at the rear.

He'd been doing teacher support back then, `Young' John had been Admin
Support.

And, through a few common interests shared, a friendship had grown.

Once the centre closed, which it had, Kevin and John had remained friends,
enjoying the odd evening together, with a smoke and the odd dink, or two,
watching scifi on .avi download; or, occasionally a blue.

John would get ferried to Kevin's by a protective father, who found it
curious, that his son hung with an older man, like him.

`Like what did they do together?' He'd quizzed of himself and his son, many
times.

But, the answers never satisfied him.

Yet, for quite awhile, John had called round; and, it became apparent that
each were quite comfortable with the others company.

Needless to say, the bluey's had mutually opened their eyes.

It had started when `Young' John had noticed a few of the titles on Kevin's
DVD collection, one blue-grey-hazed, glassy-eyed evening.

"What's this?" He'd asked, with a knowing smile, as he picked the box out
of a pile and checked out its title, `She-Male tales'.

Kevin, sitting cross-legged on the floor, hadn't blushed, as he might of
any other time, he was just way too stoned for that.

"Will you put this on?" John had asked, with an eyebrow raised.

John had known his friend was bi. It didn't bother him. As far as they were
both concerned, he was a slut; and, he was surprised he'd only had the two
scares, since he generally rode bare-back.

And, `yeah sure,' he knew about Kevin. `But, there's a few secrets I'm not
sure I want him to know about, yet,' he'd considered just that night on the
way there.

He'd handed the DVD to Kevin with a smile, and waited with expectation, to
see what might happen next.

Heroes had been forgotten.

Then, just about he was about to push the disc home, Kevin turned his head.
"Are you sure?" Kevin had asked.

In response, John had just grinned and said, "Why not?"

So the DVD had gone on and Kevin had sat, with his back to the bed, that
John lay upon, watching as a couple of scenes played out on-screen.

"Not bad," John had opined, as he rolled a three-skinner.

"I have better," Kevin had assured him, getting onto all-fours, to root
amongst his discs.

Finally he'd sat up, having found what he'd been looking for.

Kevin had passed the empty box to his friend to look at, as he inserted the
disc into his machine.

`Joanna Jets Jet Set', he read.

The film was British and had production values that `She-Male tales' hadn't
had; and the gender mixed porn soon had John entranced, while Kevin had sat
with an occasional eye turned to his young friend.

Wide-eyed, John watched the blonde, with `bits', entertain her friends and
finally toward the end of the movie, it was apparent from the bulge in his
jeans, that he was interested in the films subject matter.

"Glad you like it," he said to his young friend, his own erection growing
in his trousers, as he considered telling John, exactly how much he liked
the subject himself.

And then, the phone rang. John's father was outside and ready to pick him
up.

That was all, two days ago.

Now it was Saturday and Kevin's friend was due round tonight, or so he had
hoped.  The message he had read confirmed his expectation and now, as he
padded through the house to his bedroom, he wondered what to wear to please
his young friend:

"A short tartan-skirt, with hold-up's, or a little black dress?" he
considered, with a light smile.

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Kevin's Story:

John had got dropped off at 7:30 and I had answered the door carefully, so
that no-one from the road could see than I was wearing a blue terry-towel
robe.

He had entered the kitchen, then sat on the bench-seat nearest the hall
door.  "You want a drink?" I asked and added, "I'm going to make one
anyway."  "Yeah sure," he'd answered.

"I'm just going to the bathroom while it boils, won't be a second," I told
him and left the kitchen. Then once in my bedroom, I undid the robe, then
the belt to my jeans, which I slipped off with my shoes.

I felt more naked than naked itself, as I padded through to the kitchen,
very conscious that in a minute, I'd been sharing my passion for lingerie,
with another.

The thing was, I hadn't even known if John was going to freak with what he
was about to see; but that said, I'd made the decision to go through with
this. So I would, butterflies dancing in my stomach and sweaty hands a
testament to my nerves..

And, just before I entered the kitchen, I undid the belt to the robe once
more and letting it drop to the floor, I stepped into the kitchen with a
smile.  A short tartan-skirt, with hold-up's had been what I'd chosen to
please my young friend: and judging by his wide eyes, he'd liked the
outfit.

I'd made us a coffee, as he sat watching my nylon-covered legs in silence,
while I moved around. And, I liked that.

Finally I had finished making the drinks, placed them on a tray and
suggested that we go through to my room, `to get comfortable.'

He had smiled at those last three words, yet stood. And, still dead quiet,
he had followed, as I led the way, to where the film was playing that I'd
intended, for us to watch.

He sat on the bed, as I set down the cups on coasters and placed the tray
at the side of the locker that dominates the side of the space to the right
of my single bed.  Young John had smiled as he watched the screen, one eye
on me as I knelt by the side of the bed with a smile.

"When you showed an interest in my films, I thought you might
like... more," I'd said to my young friend suggestively, running my right
hand over the growing bulge in his blue-jeans.

And lying back, momentarily, he's closed his eyes and groaned, with
pleasure.

So, I'd licked my lips, and then undid the belt to his jeans, which I
unclasped and eased down, over his tight-white boxer shorts.

"Oh-boy," I'd muttered, noting the size of him.

He'd been bigger in the trouser department than I'd figured, much bigger.
Again, I'd licked my lips, prior to grasping the sides of his underwear and
taking them off him, with John lifting his hips, to help.

Then, I'd leant forward and taken him in my eager hand, to allow my face to
fall over his groin and encompass that fat cockhead in my mouth, already
seeping a little pre-cum, which tasted as good as I'd hoped it would.

And, relishing the act, of servility and adoration, I loved his cock,
covering it with my saliva, for what I intended next.

I looked young John directly in his eyes, my gaze fixed on his
spittle-covered erection, which I held at its base: long and quite thick,
he was ready for more, it seemed.  "Well, looks like you're ready to see
what cum's next, aren't you?" I said with a smile, as I looked down at him.
Letting go of him, a moment, I stood. Then I hitched my skirt, a little and
straddled his body.

I knelt above him with my right hand behind me, on his proud staff once
more, as I edged the panties gusset to one side with my left.

And, looking into his eyes, I lowered myself down slowly, delighting in the
sensation of his cockhead slowly opening me up.

I had lubed myself up well with Vaseline, before I'd left the bathroom and
so the penetration was effortless; and, I soon bottomed down, allowing him
to fully enter my receptive hole.

Once I he was as far inside me as he could be, John adjusted his body a
little, placing his hands beneath his head, as he got comfortable.

I just groaned, at each movement, as he moved, his stiff pole moving in my
bowels as he did so. Oh-boy, did it feel so-so good.

Then, my head back and eyes closed, I began to grind my ass down onto my
young lover, his cockhead reaching deep into my guts.

"Nice," I muttered, as I began to ride him, my hands on his chest.

And, as I tightened my ass-muscles around the welcomed invader, he groaned
with pleasure.

"Wanted this too much..." I said to him through gritted teeth, "not going
to last too long..."

Suddenly his hands were on my nylon-clad thighs, holding tight, his eyes
wide, as he bucked upward.

My ass-clench had sent him over the top, he was filling me up and I loved
it!  And, that was all I needed myself, to send me there myself.

Cumming in my panties, I sighed, fell forward and began kissing the side of
John's neck, nuzzling there and muttering `thank you, thank you.'

And, as his seed trickled out of me and down my right thigh, to my stocking
top, he just grinned and said, "Uh uh, thank you. That was cool."

The young buck was still hard inside me and I wondered if he wanted to go
again.  Boy, I was so-pleased I'd chosen to share my `interests' with him.


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