Date: Tue, 20 Nov 2012 14:13:00 +1100
From: Philip Whitney <pmwhit2011@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Day I Met Joe

The day I met Joe my life changed forever. At eighteen years of age I had
never ever considered being friends with a guy old enough to be my pop, let
alone having sex with him. However, I do get on well with older dudes I
work part time behind the bar at my local Bowling Club, where the oldest
guy is ninety next year and we chat a lot. Joe somehow was different and we
met just by chance.

I had been given an open ticket for my eighteenth birthday by my Pop. He
knew I wanted to travel around in my gap year before University and
organised for me to have a credit card that was only to be used to buy air
tickets to travel. If I used it to buy anything else he would cancel it and
I would end up being stranded somewhere far away from Australia where I
live. This was an awesome birthday present and I wasn't going to stuff it
up. My Pop said I might as well have the money now when I needed it and not
wait until he was dead.

I had decided to travel to the USA first and then move on to UK, where I
had family and then Europe. I had booked a flight to LA and planned on
staying there for a while then deciding where to go from there. I enjoyed
my own company, so I didn't mind travelling alone. My plan was to book some
trips for young people when I arrived and so I would meet new friends. I
really wanted to see the Grand Canyon, the Rockies and of course I had to
go to New York. Apart from them I would see where life took me.

Dad had driven me to the airport really early, in case we got stuck in
traffic. Of course the traffic was light and we arrived three hours before
my flight. The rents had to get back for work, so I said my goodbyes and
told them to go. I had visited Pop the day before and thanked him for the
tenth time. At 59 he was quite young for a Pop. It appeared he had got my
Nana pregnant when they were both 17 and in those days you got married. Dad
was 24 when I came along and at the moment I wasn't considering having
kids.

I had to sit around for a while before I could check in my luggage, but
once that was done I explored the airport. Most of the shops were expensive
clothes, jewellery and a couple of duty free alcohol. I didn't want any of
these so I found myself in the newsagents thumbing through some
magazines. The newsagent in my home town didn't sell gay magazines, so it
was awesome to feel free and uninhibited and able to purchase them without
my friends and relatives hearing about it. Having flicked through a couple
of unsealed ones and found them wanting, I quickly realised why they were
unsealed and others weren't. I picked up a couple of sealed mags with pics
of hot looking teens on the front and having paid for them, I sauntered off
through the security area to sit near gate 22.

I was the first one at the gate and sat for a while near the window
watching the activity on the tarmac. Then I remembered my magazines and
undid the seals. I just flicked through the pages quickly and felt a
stirring in my loins. Suddenly people started to arrive, so I changed my
activity to people watching, leaving the magazines on my knee. I saw a
group of four hot looking teens moving towards me. They were all wearing
skinny jeans, bagging at the bum and showing the top of their boxers. They
also all had on tight T-shirts, which showed off well defined muscles on
their upper body. When they walked past me to look out of the window, I
felt the blood rush between my legs. They were different ages, the youngest
about fourteen and the oldest about eighteen. When I looked more closely I
realised that the four of them were probably brothers with the same firm
jaw line and sparkling blue eyes. The middle two looked to be the same age,
so they must have been twins. The youngest one wasn't looking and tripped
over my hand luggage. My quick reflexes shot my hand out to stop him
falling on his face, but since I was sitting down, all it did was form a
nice cup for the bulge in his jeans to rest in. My other hand came up
behind him and cupped his bum cheek which was firm and rounded. We both
said sorry at the same time and his red face probably reflected my own.
His brothers called him a dork and a clumsy oaf, but he just flashed an
amazing smile at me as he regained his posture and stood up. I noticed him
glance down and realised my magazines had fallen open on the seat next to
me. Was I mistaken or did he adjust the front of his skinnies? My eyes
devoured him as he followed the others towards the window. He had the
cutest bum you could imagine. I guess he had had his jeans a while and had
gone through a growth spurt recently, as they clung to his legs like they
were painted on. His bum was firm and rounded and filled out the jeans so
much, there was very little to sag. I had a visual image of him laying on
his bed struggling to get them on and off. Oh how I would like to help him
get them off.

I picked up my magazines and started to read a story. I thought it read a
lot like the Nifty stories and suddenly got quite engrossed in it. I
stopped reading when a shadow passed over me and someone sat down next to
me. It was the boy with the sparkling blue eyes. He told me his name was
Sean and thanked me for stopping his fall. He then asked if I minded if he
looked at one of the magazines. His brothers had gone to get some food and
he had never looked at a gay mag before. He had told them he wasn't hungry
and they had gone to the McDonald's at the other end of the terminal. I
closed the story I had been reading and opened the magazine with the best
pictures in. I suggested we share and he readily agreed. No one else was
close to us, so we could comment to each other.

The magazine was awesome and if Sean was the same as me he would be
stretching those tight jeans to the limit. Our legs were pressed together
as we shared the visuals. I put pressure on my leg and he didn't object, so
when I turned a page and he gasped, I placed my hand under the magazine and
lay it palm down on his thigh. With still no objection I moved it over his
bulging crotch and gave a little squeeze. With a gasp and a lifting of the
hips he breathlessly suggested we find an empty cubicle in the gents.

As I stashed the magazines in my hand luggage, we looked around and headed
towards a toilet that seemed a bit more isolated. I smiled to myself as I
realised that both Sean and I were carrying our hand luggage in front to
hide the obvious bulges. Sean went at a hell of a pace and I almost had to
run to keep up with him. The toilets were empty and he headed for the
cubicle in the corner and grabbed my hand pulling me after him.

I am usually not one for toilet sex, but this was different, this was
lust. Dropping our bags in the corner behind the toilet, Sean locked the
door and pressed me against the end wall. Our lips met forcibly and his
tongue forced my mouth open. I was leaning back against the wall and his
Jean covered bulge pushed hard against my own. Sean seemed desperate,
kissing me in earnest. His hands were roaming around under my shirt and his
hips were gyrating against mine. He suddenly stopped kissing me and dropped
to his knees fiddling with my belt. He was rushing so much I had to assist
and within seconds my jeans were down my thighs and he was nibbling my dick
through my boxers. His hands were around my bum inside my boxers and he was
massaging the cheeks until it almost hurt. Slipping my boxers down, he had
to lift the front over my throbbing rod. Then he wasted no time in taking
me deep into his throat. This was passion, this was lust, this was awesome.

Being in a public place I nearly bit my tongue in half trying to stem my
moans. It only took a few minutes for me to cum and cum I did. The first
two spurts went straight down his gullet. These were followed by several
more, about seven in total all hot and creamy. Sean released my dick which
was still at full attention and stood back up kissing me once again hard on
the mouth. I have always enjoyed my own cum, but this was something
special, being delivered by such a hot fourteen year old.

Sean seemed desperate to get off and started fiddling with his own belt.
Eventually with my assistance we managed to release his belt and peel his
tight jeans down far enough to slip his boxers over his raging five inch
beauty. On seeing his dick for the first time my dick quickly chubbed up to
its full seven inches. His dick had a very long foreskin which covered the
head completely. He had a perfect patch of blondish pubes which I so
desperately wanted to rub my nose in. He gave his dick a few quick jerks
and then turned around and said:"I want you inside me."

I knelt behind Sean as he leant against the wall, sticking his bum out and
spreading his legs. I paused for a few seconds to take in the wonderful
vision in front of me. "Come on, Philip! Don't take all day we have a plane
to catch." Sean certainly didn't mess around. Kneeling behind Sean I used
both my hands to spread his bum cheeks apart. His exposed pucker was clean
and beautiful with just a few wispy hairs around it. My tongue is the type
that curls and is quite long. I could actually lick my own nose if I ever
wanted to. When my tongue is curled it is quite solid and I have been told
it probes well. Just as I leaned in to touch his bud, it winked at me and a
little puff of gas drifted up to my nose. It smelt quite sweet and erotic
and as the little pucker closed up behind the gaseous offering I pushed my
probing tongue against it.

Sean started rocking backwards and forwards, fucking his own hand as he
grasped his throbbing boner. My tongue was soon replaced by a probing
finger that immediately found his little button. With this being massaged I
felt Sean was getting close. "Fuck, Philip, get your dick inside me,
please." came the plea.

My knob was still lubed up with my own cum and I had just started to push
past his sphincter, when we both froze. "Are you in here, Sean? We have had
our boarding call." It was the voice of his eldest brother. There was a
knock on the door and the question was repeated. Controlling my breathing I
replied: "No it isn't Sean in here."

Sean held his hand over his mouth and just in case his brother looked under
the door I lifted his legs off the ground, turned and sat down on the
seat. We stayed perfectly still, holding our breaths. We heard someone
pissing and then when we finally heard the door close we both took in a
deep breath. "That was fucking close."The action of lifting Sean and
sitting down had caused my dick to fully penetrate his outer security
barrier. Sean put his feet on the floor and as I stood he leaned forward
against the door. He must have been so close to cumming before that it only
took three or four thrusts to send him over the edge, shooting his fourteen
year old load all down the toilet door.

Both got fully dressed we listened at the door and then went out to freshen
our mouths and remove the smell of cum from our hands. Then I went over to
the outside door and peeked out. With no one around we had a quick kiss and
then both escaped into the main gate area. "Where the fuck have you been,
Sean?" came the call from his irate brother. They were apparently
travelling without their parents and Derek, the eldest was responsible. I
apologised and said it was my fault. We had gone to get some nibbles and
the shop was further than I thought.Sean introduced me to his hot brothers
and we shook hands. Then it was time to board our plane to San
Francisco. We looked at our boarding passes and mine was a window seat in
row six. They had the four middle seats right near the back.

I was sitting on the plane thinking of Sean. I hoped the seat next to me
would be vacant, so Sean could come and join me for a while. As streams and
streams of people pushed past heading to their seats, I began to realise
this plane would be fairly full. I drifted into dream land thinking about
what lay ahead of me. I had my magazines on my lap. I was alone and free
and didn't care who knew I was gay. Sean had an Aussie accent, so I sort of
knew the brothers were going on holiday. I secretly hoped they were doing
something similar to me and going on trips. Wouldn't I like to have a
threesome with the twins?

I was rudely snapped out of my dream by a bag being dropped on the seat
next to me. "Sorry, didn't mean to startle you," came a voice with a fairly
strong southern states accent. I looked up to see an old dude with a
beard. He looked about the same age as my pop. "Fuck!" I thought, as I
turned away " this is all I need." "Pleased to meet you, I'm Joe." came the
voice again and I looked back to see a hand outstretched towards me and a
beautiful smiling bearded face. As I shook hands I smiled and thought:
"Well at least he doesn't seem grumpy." "I'm Philip." I replied.

Joe got out a novel and I started reading one of my magazines. I noticed
Joe look my way a few times, but nothing was said. I put my magazine down
as we slowly taxied into position on the runway, then with a roar of the
engines the plane powered away reaching full speed in seconds and lifted
off. The plane veered swiftly to the right and I had a great view of Perth
City. Joe leaned over and asked if he could look. Naturally I said sure and
he lifted the arm between us and almost pressed his cheek against mine as
we both vied for a good view. To help support himself he placed a hand on
my thigh and let his fingers slip onto the inside. His face smelt of high
quality after shave and it was highly erotic. We watched Perth disappear
together. It was my first time away from home for me and a tear welled up
in my eye and trickled down my face. He asked me if it was my first flight
and when I acknowledged that it was he said we would have to make it a
memorable one.

He then asked me what my plans were and when I told him of my pop's
birthday gift he thought that was an amazing present. Joe told me he was
staying in LA for a couple of days and then returning home to Williamston
in South Carolina. He then said if I got bored with hotel rooms I could go
and stay with him for a while. I found it fucking amazing that we got on so
well. Fuck me sideways, he was as old as my Pop, but then I did get on well
with my Pop and all the old dudes at the Bowling Club.

After a while he suddenly asked me how old I was when I found out I was
gay. I coughed and spluttered and probably went bright red and asked him
how he knew. "Well the gay magazines you were reading earlier are a bit of
a give away," he replied and chuckled out loud for some time. I felt a bit
stupid, but Joe seemed to have the knack of putting people at ease. I
virtually told him my life story and how I wanted to be a journalist. Then
I explained how I write stuff for Nifty and gave him my link.

http://www.nifty.org/nifty/authors.html#philipwhitney

I said how the 'Sexual Awakening' and the 'Searching for a Boy Friend' were
based on my life and he seemed really interested. I was beginning to really
like him. I told him stuff about me that no one else knew. We talked for
hours and had several meals, then the lights were dimmed and it was time
for some sleep.

Joe suggested we put the two blankets over us both to keep us warmer and it
seemed a good thing to do. We both shuffled around for ages trying to get
comfortable, but then Joe suddenly turned his body sideways and rested his
head on my shoulder. His legs were pressed against mine, with his left leg
slightly on top of mine. "Wow I thought, this guy sure likes to get
comfortable." I quickly realized that my hands were resting on my legs, so
when Joe moved so quickly my left hand was positioned right next to the
bulge in his jeans. He must have been tired because his breathing altered
and he seemed to be asleep very quickly.

I really liked the feel of his body next to me, but I wasn't comfortable
and there was no way I could move in case I woke him. After some time
laying like that, my dick started to chub up. Feeling horny, I so wanted to
feel a dick, any ones dick. I gently moved my hand onto his bulge. He
didn't move so I moved it again and found the button and the zipper.
Luckily the button was easy to undo and I slowly moved the zipper all the
way down. I could feel the heat from Joe's dick and balls as I moved my
hand inside his pants and gently squeezed his dick. It throbbed in my hand
and I froze, thinking he was awake.  He then gave a big sigh, so I moved my
hand slightly trying to find a way into his underwear. Suddenly he turned
slightly and grunted. Again I froze, but quickly realized he was sound
asleep. Somehow his movement had made it easier to get into his underwear.

His naked dick felt awesome as I slowly started to wank him. It quickly
swelled in my hand and I began to doubt he was asleep still. My suspicions
were confirmed as he moved again, this time lifting the blanket over our
heads. His left hand turned my face and he kissed me gently on the lips.
"What took you so long?" he whispered. With no one sitting next to him, he
was able to lift the other armrest so we could stretch out more. His kisses
became more passionate and he quickly undid my own shorts and grabbed my
throbbing dick. We made out for quite sometime under the blanket until
eventually I heard him whisper: "I'm cumming." I quickly followed and we
both creamed our underwear.

We lay cuddled together for ages, then after a while Joe whispered: "Gotta
go to the bathroom. Follow me in a minute." He zipped up and slowly made
his way to the loo. I decided to follow and as I got next to the toilet, he
opened the door and pulled me inside. Within seconds we were stripping
clothes off and kissing passionately. With my shorts and underwear round my
ankles he lifted me onto the sink and kneeling down took my now hardening
dick into his mouth. In a short while, considering we had both just wanked
my cum hit the back of his throat really hard. Then hardly giving me time
to enjoy it he lifted up my legs and got me to hold them. It was a
difficult position and I almost overbalanced a few times. Using the hand
cream supplied he lubed up my virgin hole and slowly started to press a
finger into me. He was amazingly gentle and experienced and it didn't seem
to hurt when the finger was removed and a second added. By now I could see
his rigid dick twitching incessantly and I briefly was amazed that an old
dude like Joe could get hard again so quickly. I actually smiled and
thought he must be on Viagra.

When he finally removed his fingers and gently pressed his beautiful
circumcised dick into me, I knew I wanted this gentle kind man inside me
more than anything. Joe found my prostate easily and his swollen knob began
its work. I almost cried out and Joe had to lean forward to cover my mouth
with his. He slowly started to gyrate inside me and I felt fuzzy in the
head in ecstasy. Without even touching my dick my orgasm slowly built
inside me and I could hardly breathe. Joe's pace was now quicker and his
gentleness had disappeared. Passion had taken over and he was now thrusting
his member deep inside me. Each time he thrust forward his trimmed pubes
brushed against my pucker and my rounded bum cheeks slapped against his
inner groin, fitting perfectly. He pushed me over the edge and for a second
time in twenty minutes a load of thick creamy shot out of my dick with
several spurts, before slowing down and oozing all over my pubes.

It took Joe a few more thrusts to cum and as he did we collapsed against
each other exhausted. We must have been noisier than we had thought as we
were suddenly alerted by a gentle tap on the door and a quiet voice asked
if everything was all right in there. Joe wiped his dick with a paper towel
and I sat on the loo to try and remove Joe's cum. Then we quickly dressed
and slid the latch on the door. I know my face was bright red as we
squeezed past the steward and headed back to our seats. Amazingly I fell
into a deep sleep.

Waiting for our luggage Joe and I exchanged hotel details and phone
numbers. I had three days booked in LA before having to decide what to do.
There was a tap on my shoulder and I turned to see a grinning Sean behind
me. His brothers were yelling at him, so he had to go, but he pressed a
little note into my hand before he left. It had his phone number and hotel
details on it and a not saying: "Please contact me!".

This had been an amazing start to my holiday. Would I contact Sean? Would I
follow Joe to Williamston, South Carolina? Would I do both? As I boarded
the transport to the hotel, these thoughts were wizzing around in my
head. All I knew was that since I met Joe, my life had definitely changed
forever.


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