Date: Fri, 01 Jul 2005 14:41:00 +0100 From: Simon Jones Subject: Close Encounters This story of two consenting males is the work of fiction and any resemblance to anyone real is pure coincidence. Please e-mail me any thoughts or comments you may have, and if you live in the London area I'd be especially glad to hear from you. Close Encounters The alarm sounded as usual at 6.45am and I turned to face my dozing girlfriend, before sliding an arm under her and gently lifting her head onto my warm chest. I have a habit of feeling horny as soon as I wake and this morning was no exception. As I ran my hands over my girlfriend's shoulders, back and bum I began to feel my cock stiffen and press firmly against the heavy duvet. With my free hand, I gently rubbed up and down the shaft of my manhood, hoping that my movements would rouse the sleeping beauty beside me and lead to sensual lovemaking before we both had to get up and ready for work. Alas, after peacefully sleeping on my chest for a little while longer, my girlfriend leapt up and after pecking me briefly on the lips, she disappeared off to the bathroom. Feeling frustrated as hell, I lay in bed for a little while longer, waiting only long enough for my girlfriend and don her underwear, a sure sign that this was not to be my lucky morning. I stumbled off to the shower, darting naked past the window which faces our neighbour's own kitchen, and locked the bathroom door behind me. As my penis continued to swell and throb, I decided that I no option but to release the sexual tensions within. Taking my cock in my hand, I leant forward over the bath and closed my eyes, thinking back to my last gay encounter over two months back, when a local guy had screwed me senseless within a couple of hours of meeting over the internet. In my head I relived the way he had expertly sucked my cock and balls, and as I fantasised about him probing my arse again with his tongue I lurched forward and released spurt after spurt of cum into the bath. I quickly turned the shower on, and after washing away the traces of my activity and shouting goodbye to my girlfriend as she left for work, I scrubbed myself clean and went to get dressed and ready for the day ahead. I was slightly late leaving the house, knowing that as a result the train would be packed. I arrived on the platform as a train approached and rushed to where my usual carriage doors opened. I managed to squeeze onto the train before the doors slammed shut, but was then shoved from behind as another passenger clambered aboard behind me, forcing back the doors as they beeped. I was positively wedged between a buxom black woman in front of me, and the person behind me who I hadn't yet seen. As the train rumbled on towards the next station, I felt something pressing against the back of my thigh, just below my left buttock. It didn't take me long to realise that the back of my leg was wedged tight against another man's crotch, and he had clearly become aroused by our proximity. I was in no position to move, and the guy behind me certainly wasn't, so we spent the next five minutes or so locked in this position, his hard shaft rolling against my leg in unison with every motion of the train carriage. I found this to be a massive turn on; having a stranger's cock pressing hard against me when I had yet to see his face led me to get a bulge of my own. When the train pulled up at the next station, the doors opened and my new found 'friend' stepped off. Before turning around I suddenly felt disappointed that this guy had disappeared with me failing to get so much as a glimpse of his face. However, as I too stepped back to allow other passengers to leave the train, I looked down on an older guy smiling up at me from the platform edge and realised that he too was continuing his journey; my heart skipped a beat. This guy was probably in his late forties or early fifties, and had cropped greying hair and a similar coloured goatee. He was smartly dressed in a dark suit that highlighted his slim build, and wore a pair of narrow rimmed glasses, which certainly suited his handsome face. I stood motionless for a split second before returning his gaze and smiling, noticing that the mound in his trousers had lost none of it heightened appearance. Once the departing passengers had passed me, I jumped back on board the train and stood next to the doors opposite, from where I would disembark at the next station. My friend was very quick to follow me, and once again pressed himself up against me, far closer than was necessary but inconspicuous given the number of passengers on board. During the short distance to the next stop, I gyrated my leg as much as I dared against his crotch and delighted in the obvious reaction this had. However, as we pulled into the next station, the doors opened and after heading for the exit stairway I turned to see that I was not being followed, at least not by the one person I desired. I arrived at work a short while later feeling flustered and frustrated, not for the first time that day. Seeing the mountain of paperwork on my desk, I passed off my journey's activity as an excitement and a missed opportunity, and begrudgingly got on with my day's work. Tired and fed up with work, I left the office at 7.00pm and had a quick chat with my girlfriend. She was heading out to meet some friends and wouldn't be home til late, but tired as I was I decided to head home and have a relaxing evening in front of the TV. I jumped on the tube and after several stops headed up the escalator towards the same train platform I had left earlier this morning feeling slightly dejected. Thankfully, all the trains that stop at this particular platform also stop at my home station, so I ignored the message boards and jumped on the first train that came by. As I stepped on I noticed just a few feet in front of me the same guy from that morning's exhilarating commute. He had his back turned to me, but there was no mistaking that this was the same guy. The train was less full and there were other passengers between us so this was no time for me to repay the favour. I just stood patiently as we neared our destination, hoping that my mystery man would get off at my station as this was where he had boarded the train that morning. Sure enough, as the doors opened at my destination the guy also got off and headed before me towards the station exit. I decided in a moment of bold excitement that I would follow him for a while to see where he lived and who with etc. He turned left out of the station, as I always do, before heading along the high street for a little while. My heart was beating faster as I realised that we couldn't live too far apart. We passed my street on the right hand side, but he crossed the main road and headed down the street after mine. Looking firmly at the object of my desires before me, I failed to spot an empty can by my feet and accidentally kicked it, breaking me from something of a trance and causing my 'prey' to turn around. I was only ten or fifteen feet behind him and as he turned I saw a smile come over his face but he continued to walk on, seemingly ignoring my pursuit. He fumbled in his pocket for a set of keys and as he pulled them out, he turned towards me again and held out an arm in front of him, ushering me in the direction of a blue front door. Still in silence I headed for the door and stood in front of it, forcing this guy to reach past me to open the door. I felt his warm breath on my cheek as he leaned in close to turn the key, and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up in excitement. As the door swung open in front of me, he spoke for the first time, simply saying "Please, come on in". He shut the door behind him and I found myself in a hallway with a door straight ahead and one to the side. He took another key and opened the side door which led into a spacious ground floor flat. I followed him in and pushed the door shut behind me, before turning to face him. "I'm Simon", he exclaimed, "and I'm really sorry for what happened on the train this morning but I'm afraid I couldn't really move". "You don't have to apologise. Besides, did you see or hear me complaining?" I replied, before volunteering my own name. We laughed off the incident on the train and commented on all the negative aspects of commuting (of which this morning's 'rubbing' had not been one). Simon then offered me a drink and after I accepted, he disappeared and returned a few moments later with a bottle of red wine and two glasses. We sat and chatted for a short while, Simon on a large sofa and me on an armchair opposite. We discussed what we did for a living and exchanged other small-talk, and I admitted that I lived on the next street down, before Simon asked why I had followed him home. Suddenly feeling a little uneasy, I had to come clean and tell Simon how I had felt exhilarated on the train that morning and had thought about him a lot during the day. I confessed that seeing him again that evening had made me even more curious and that I wanted to know a little more about him. Simon smiled gently and relaxed back on the sofa, putting down his glass in order to loosen and remove his tie. He then suggested that I should join him on the sofa as it was more comfortable, an opportunity I leapt at. I sat as close as I dared to Simon, a wise move as he immediately placed a hand on my thigh. "I have a confession of my own", he said, "and it wasn't by chance that I squeezed onto the train behind you this morning". I was puzzled, but he went on to say "I've noticed you walking to the station on several occasions and this morning I couldn't resist following you and jumping on the same carriage. It was just by chance that we ended up so close". When he finished he gave my thigh a soft squeeze and I couldn't help but shuffle along the sofa towards him. Abandoning my inhibitions I raised a hand to his cheek and guided his mouth up to meet mine. Our lips met and I immediately felt a wave of passion surge through my body, my penis stiffening and straining against my tight boxer shorts. Simon's hand held my thigh more tightly now, and his thumb began to rub closer and closer to my crotch. Our kissing intensified, and soon our tongues were darting into each other's mouths and forcibly meeting as each vied to explore the other more. Still holding Simon's face with one hand, I raised the other to rub a nipple through the thin fabric of his shirt. This was met with a soft groan of pleasure and Simon wrapped his spare arm around my back and kneaded his other hand deeper into my crotch, brushing tenderly against my now throbbing member. Simon broke off the kiss and without saying a word led me out of the sitting room, down a corridor and into his bedroom. It was immaculately tidy with a king-sized bed pushed against the wall in the far corner. The white sheets looked creaseless and fresh, but we both knew that they wouldn't stay that way for long. We were both too caught up in the heat of the moment to take stock of what was going on, and neither of us wanted to pause from the immense pleasure that we knew was building. Simon led me over to the bed and he immediately pulled at my shirt, tugging it from within my trousers and then lifting it over my head. With only one button undone and the cuffs fastened, my shirt was stuck and with my head covered and my arms in the air Simon took the opportunity to gently kiss and bite my nipples, each one in turn, as I struggled to remove the shirt. I finally managed to remove my shirt and looked down on this gorgeous man suckling on my chest. I stroked his head, running my fingers through his cropped hair and down his cheek to feel the bristles of his goatee. How I longed to feel those same hairs scratch my arse as Simon's tongue probed deep inside me! Simon and I were clearly in a hurry to jump beneath the fresh sheets, and we decided to remove our own clothes. I kicked off my shoes, and slipped out of my trousers as quickly as I could, but decided to leave my boxers on, not that the bulge within left much to the imagination. In no time, Simon and I sat facing each other on the edge of his bed. We looked into each others eyes before Simon leaned towards me and again kissed me passionately on the lips. Entwined in this kiss, we gently leant back to lie across the bed. As the tempo of our kissing intensified, Simon ran his hand across the front of my boxer shorts to feel my cock through the fabric. I was in such a heightened state of arousal that I could have come then and there, but I composed myself and guided Simon's hand under the fabric and directly on to my flesh. He tenderly stroked the underside of my shaft and down across my balls, cupping them as best he could with such limited access. Still our kiss continued, the rough feel of his tongue doing nothing to extinguish the fires within. Finally our lips parted, and Simon helped me out of my boxers by tugging at the waistband. I was totally naked and exposed to a man whose house I'd been in for less than half an hour. I shuffled across the bed so that my legs were no longer dangling over the edge. Simon followed me and positioned himself on his hands and knees above me. He leant down and softly kissed me on the lips again, before planting a trail of soft, wet kisses across my collar bone and down to my left nipple. He took the nipple into his mouth, bit it gently and rolled it with his teeth. It was an amazing feeling but I wanted more. I took Simon's head in my hands and pushed it gently downwards. He immediately knew what I was getting at and after kissing his way past my navel, found himself with my cock rising up to meet him. Taking the shaft in one hand, he stroked the base of my cock while taking its purple head into his mouth. I was in heaven, and just lay back and revelled in the amazing feeling I was experiencing. Simon ran his tongue over the head of my throbbing cock, gently sliding it along my japs-eye which I was sure was now leaking pre-cum. Without warning he then deep throated my long shaft and began to expertly work his mouth up and down my length, while at the same time fondling my balls. He retained a suction on my cock which I thought would cause me to shoot my load at any minute, but Simon clearly wanted me to bide my time. He broke off from the wonderful blow job and lifted my legs into the air, thus exposing my tight arsehole. Just as I had wanted him to do, he lowered his face to my crack and I felt the sensation of his facial hair on my arse and his tongue flicked over my opening. He ran his tongue along the length of my crack several times before plunging it deep into my tight hole. I could feel his saliva acting as a lubricant, his tongue sinking into me with increasing ease, and this only served to heighten my passion. I was all too aware, though, that in my passive state I had yet to satisfy my sexual appetite by feasting on Simon's own penis. After all it was his bulge that had led to this very liaison and I wanted to feel it properly now. When Simon had finished his expert rimming, he sat up and allowed me to rise to meet him. We kissed again, before I turned Simon onto his back and then repositioned myself above him in the 69 position. Simon parted my cheeks and continued to tongue my arsehole, while I sat upright taking his cock in both hands and rubbing my thumbs upwards and over his throbbing head. It was not long before Simon again took my shaft in his mouth, and taking this as a signal I did the same. His meaty cock filled my mouth, and I knew then that I wanted it to fill my arsehole before the evening was up. As I continued to ride my mouth up and down his shaft, I began to taste the first drops of his love juice on my tongue. I savoured the taste and this only served to bring me closer a mind-blowing climax. Simon and I let out moans of pleasure and I could tell that we were both on the brink of coming. I quickened the pace of my blow job on Simon and at the same time rolled his balls in my hand. Simon also increased the tempo before breaking off to confirm that he could hold in his excitement no longer. A bolt of cum shot into the back of my throat, and I delighted in swallowing it immediately. Wave upon wave of salty man juice continued to flow forth into my mouth, and I licked up every drop as Simon renewed his assault on my own member. Within moments I too was pushed over the edge and came in Simon's mouth my extraordinary vigour. Simon spluttered as my cum exploded into him and as his own cock softened I sat upright to see my juices flowing into his open mouth. When the last drops had fallen, I lifted myself off Simon and then knelt over him to kiss him once more. We both had ample cum on our lips and in our mouths, and the kiss lasted for an age as we tasted our own juices and lost ourselves in each others touch. We lay next to one another for a while, stroking each other softly and delighting in the wonderful passion we'd just shared. My hand found it's way to Simon's thigh, and I couldn't resist the temptation to fondle his limp penis as we chatted. It twitched immediately, and began to harden and I knew my luck was in. Simon was silent but looked into my eyes, smiling, and determining to fulfil our shared needs. Once his cock was rigid once more, Simon turned away from me and opened the drawer beside his bed. He took out a white box, removed the lid and rolled back towards me clutching a condom and some lubricant. I lay on my back and spread my legs, indicating that this was my position. Simon was so eager to have me that he quickly removed the condom from its wrapper and rolled it down his glistening shaft. I was ready to be filled to the hilt by this gorgeous guy, but first Simon took the lubricant, squeezed some on his fingers and began to slide them around and into my hungry hole. He then positioned himself in front of me and lifted my legs onto his shoulders, perfectly exposing my arsehole. He leant back, positioned his penis against my arse and then slowly pushed himself forwards. As he did so I reached forward and grabbed his buttocks, pulling him towards me as he slid his hands up my chest to play with my nipples. The feeling was exquisite; the initial feeling of mild pain was replaced with pure pleasure as the muscles relaxed and Simon slid his way deep inside me. I knew he was loving the feeling too as he leaned back and looked up to the heavens. He settled into a steady rhythm, aided by my hands on his bum, and was pumping deeper inside me with every stroke. He continued to play with my hard nipple and managed to bend forward and bite one gently. His pace quickened and I knew it would not be long before the condom would be filled with his second secretion of the evening. Simon cried out my name as he bucked before me on the bed. I felt his cock inside me bulge further and quiver as it released another load of cum into the condom, before it began to soften and eventually slipped out of my hole of its own accord. Simon knelt before me, his breathing heavy, smiling contentedly at what had just occurred. "You're more than welcome to return the favour" Simon quipped, as his breathing finally slowed again. I had to confess that despite my versatile disposition, I had never topped before and that this would be my first time. Simon reassured me that I had done everything else so well thus far that I couldn't fail to satisfy his waiting hole. I sat up and Simon passed me another condom and the lube. He remained kneeling, but moved forward so that he could hold onto the headboard as I pummelled him from behind. The thought of taking him doggy style immediately aroused me and my cock sprang to attention. Despite hating the process of putting on condoms, in my eagerness I slid this one on with no problems at all, before realising that in his anticipation Simon had grabbed the lube and applied it generously to his own arse. Holding onto his hips, I eased myself forward towards Simon's hole and felt the wonderful sensation as my cock squeezed tightly into position. Slowly at first, I pushed myself right up against Simon's buttocks, pulling his hips back to meet me. The feeling of fucking another man's tight arse for the first time was overwhelming and I knew it wouldn't be the longest shag of all time. I leant forward and grabbed hold of Simon's nipples, squeezing the tightly as Simon pushed himself back onto my cock. I settled into a fairly slow, deep rhythm and could tell that Simon and I were greatly enjoying this anal ride. I lasted longer than expected, but finally could hold on no more as I again let forth a stream of creamy cum. Exhausted by the evening's activities, I pulled out of Simon, removed the condom and collapsed beside him on the bed. He turned to face me and kissed me several times on the lips but I was too tired to respond. We lay together for a while and both dozed off into a satisfied sleep, only to be woken by the sound of my mobile ringing on the floor beside the bed. Startled, I got up and found the phone in my trouser pocket. I missed the call but it ran again a few seconds later, and upon answering I discovered that it was my girlfriend saying that she was leaving shortly and would be home in about 45 minutes time. It was 10.30pm, and Simon and I had been together for only three hours but had certainly made the most of our time. Saying that I would have to leave in around half an hour's time, Simon suggested that we should take a shower together and wash away the traces of our indiscretions. I followed him into the bathroom and while we waited for the water to heat up, we shared another fantastic kiss - deep, lingering and passionate. Once in the shower, Simon took some shower gel and began to clean me from head to toe, working the gel into a rich lather. He took special care to wash the lube from my arse, but couldn't resist sliding a finger in for good measure. I was aroused again and Simon noticed my cock stiffen. He rubbed it tenderly with one hand as the other grasped my buttock. He kissed my neck and I felt my knees weaken again. I knew, however, that I had to get home before my girlfriend so I whispered for him to stop. Begrudgingly, but with a naughty grin on his face, he did stop and again set about washing me. My cock refused to soften, and as Simon got in close to wash my back, it nestled into his crotch and rubbed against his now-erect member. Laughing to one another in a knowing way, I picked up the showers gel and returned the compliment, running my hands all over Simon's body but taking care not to linger too long on his most sensitive areas. Once clean, Simon and I embraced again under the jet of hot water, and after a brief kiss he turned off the shower and reached over to the two waiting towels. We dried ourselves off and I hastily re-dressed, aware that the clock was against me. When I was ready to leave, Simon and I exchanged numbers and agreed to meet up again later that week. Feeling totally satisfied and ready for a good night's sleep, I hugged Simon, slipped a hand under his towel to stroke his manhood one last time, and kissed him again before letting myself out. I stepped out into the cool night air and walked the short distance to my flat. I was so excited by the prospect of having a sensational fuck-buddy just around the corner that I ran the last few yards, got quickly into bed and waited with a huge erection for my girlfriend to return.