Date: Wed, 27 Jul 2005 11:55:20 -0500
From: Aihufist@yahoo.com
Subject: Cybercity Passion

Cyber city passion
 by Aihu Fist


The boy next to me is looking at his computer screen. He grabs his crotch
with the regularity of his blinking eyes. It intrigues me. Does he feel any
itching? Is the testosterone sending a message to his prick to wake up? Is
it time to manifest itself and push up its head and say: 'hey boy, touch
me, I am alive and need to be used. I am hungry for some caresses, some
rubbing, and some action. Do something!

The boy who looks like a twelve year old, looks at my screen and then back
to his, looks down again, squeezes his package behind the fly. Adjusts
himself on the chair, his butt wiggles from side to side. His head lunges
forward squints his eyes looking at the anime figures he just
visualized. His hand is gyrating under his package; I can see it from the
corner of my eye. What is he feeling, is he getting sweaty in there or is
he just plain exited? I get sweaty too, because my joystick wants to lift
its head and poke through my hard jeans fabric. I lose concentration, I
breathe deeper and faster. I cannot ignore what this boy is doing to
himself and to me. He looks around now to see if someone is watching
him. He was wedging his thighs, cupping his crotch underneath while
plugging his fly tag up and down as in a nervous mood. Maybe he is
indecisive and afraid. Afraid and horny, doesn't know what to do with his
itchiness. Maybe he wants help. I stride my foot silently towards his and
touch his heel. He glances at me and stretches his fine lips wet with
saliva. I look straight into his crotch. He notices and looks at it
too. The zipper tag just went down again. I can see yellow underwear and
something of a bulging outcrop.

I place my hand on my fly; unbutton it, spying at the rest of the room
whether someone is observing us. It is ok. What should we do? I have
nowhere to go. The toilet maybe? How will it go unnoticed, impossible for
us to leave at the same time.

Luckily we are sitting near a corner a bit hidden from the rest, our upper
legs underneath the large desk. The boy's hand has descended inside his
shorts and rampages about carelessly, clearly aroused and hotter then when
he started.  In a daring move he pulls out his cock, pinches the foreskin,
fumbling it.

He pulls down the foreskin and shows me a faint purple glans. We are only
half meter away from one another. I am so horny, I long for his skin, his
mouth, his curly hair in his neck. Our knees have found each other and
start rubbing. His hairless legs are a thrill to see. Fortunately everyone
is glued on their screen, most of them watching porn, straight porn.

I have mine brought out under protection of thumb and index finger, pushing
my dickhead down through closing off my foreskin. I torture my protesting
rod by dumping it and then revealing it. I feel my pre cum sticky on my
inner hand. The boy becomes bold and rolls his chair next to mine and
pretends to talk to me. This boldness got me sky-high. His face is near my
mouth. I could kiss him if I wanted, if I had the guts, but instead, his
hand has reached my cock. This one second touch launches my cum in a flick
of a second over his hand straight on his wrist and shorts. He gasps, looks
around, no one saw it. He squeezes his own meat and flinches, cramps. His
mouth becomes a fine slit, his belly hollow, his thighs pressed together. A
few convulsions later he sits back at his own pc cleansing his hands on his
shorts. His lips open widely and his tongue runs a loop. We look at each
other again, both relaxed and satisfied. Our feet withdraw. Our cocks back
asleep till the next attack, the next conspiracy to arouse us, to jolt us
out of common sense.


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