Steve (by SSB) It was biting winter. I was on my way shopping. I live in a small suburb--more a village, than a part of the great city. There is an awful railway running into the city centre from there. There was snow and that must have been the reason why the train did not come. It was due on the hour and it was already a quarter past. Then the loudspeaker announced that the arrival of the train was still some twenty minutes away. I was walking up and down the platform, because I felt very cold standing there in the wind. There was another guy sitting on the barrier next to the newsagent's. It was closed and there was nobody else around. I noticed him constantly looking into the direction where I was standing. The train would come from the other direction so I did not understand why he kept looking that way. I walked over to the other end of the short platform and turned back. Now he was looking into this direction. He was a very cute guy, he seemed to be quite tall and lean with dark blond hair. He had a white coat on, so I could not judge if he had a nice body. He was slim for sure. I walked again past slowly in front of him, both because it was cold and I wanted to see if he would turn his head towards me again. As I went by him, I could see him smiling and he did not hide the fact he was watching me openly. I did not stop, because I was afraid to tell the truth. Then he called after me and asked if I minded to sit next to him. I stopped and turned around, but said "no," because it was really cold. I felt I might have discouraged him to go on, so I took the initiative and asked him which direction he was taking. He replied into the city, but he was not sure if he wanted to take the train so late. We went on with our conversation about how people coped with the weather and what a bad railway that was. There was a very pretty girl passing over the tracks and I noticed he did not pay attention to her at all. This was the second thing suspicious about this boy. The first had been the first word he told me. You see, he had such a little boyish voice, not very particular of a guy in his early twenties. Then there came another announcement that our train was due in ten minutes. He told me he did not want to go into the city, because it was too late for him to go to the college library he wanted to visit. He jumped off and told me he was going home. He made a few steps and then turned around. He looked back and asked me if I wanted to board the train, if not I could have a nice hot cup of tea at his place. This was nice gesture, but I had a second thought. Of course, I accepted his invitation and joined him on his way. We took the road up the hill and walked for about two-hundred meters. He lived in the last house. It was a steep road and I got out of my breath by the top. He smiled and told me he was used to it, many people, even his neighbours, used their cars and would die climbing up the road. We went in. His place was beautiful. It was cleaner than any of the houses I have ever seen, everything perfectly in order suggesting somebody easy-going lived there on his own. I asked him if he lived on his own and he replied ,"no", certainly. Then I asked him if he had a girlfriend. Another "no" was the answer. Then I told him I did not have one, either. He invited me to join him in the kitchen while he was making tea. It smelt very good. He handed me a nice cup and our hands touched for more than they should have normally. Hot tea made us feel much better. Then he told me he needed a hot shower too. I asked him if I could join him. I do not know how I dared to ask, but I did, and the answer was "yes" to my own surprise. So we stepped into his bathroom. He took his clothes off so naturally as if I had not been there. I was a bit shy. He noticed this and told me he would step under the shower while I dressed down. He stepped in and drew his curtain. I thought to myself it would be high time to leave, but my instincts told me to drop my boxers and follow him. When I went in, he took a long look at me from my forehead to my toes and made a comment about my appearance. It was only then that I could really see what a body he had. He was slim indeed but his shoulders were wide and he looked very strong. He was not of the type of guys going to the gym every day to build an unnatural body, he must had got it somewhere else. Still, there was something strange between us, but we did not worry looking at each other. I picked up the soap and used it on my body, then I gave it to him and he used it on his body. When we both finished washing off our bodies, he turned around and told me he always had an erection under the shower. I asked him what he was going to do and he told me he wanted to jerk off there, and I could go into the kitchen for another tea if I wanted. I told him I had not seen another guy jerking off since I was 16, so I would like to stay. He turned around and I could see him holding his thick, but not particularly long cock in one of his hands, with the other one rubbing it head. He laughed and told me he had not jerked off in somebody else's presence for years either, but he remembered how good it used to be. "Go ahead," I told him. He started moving his wrist and his other hand went up to his nipples. He seemed to enjoy himself very much. "Don't you wanna jerk off, too?" he asked. I said nothing, my cock was already in my palm, standing half ready. "When I jerked off with different guys, sometimes we helped each other. Would you like me to help you?" I said nothing but nodded. He was on his knees in a second and the head of my cock was in his mouth. I felt he gathered saliva to make it easier for him to swallow its head. When it was rock hard, he stood up, put some hot water into his mouth and went back on my cock. It felt fantastic to have the head of my cock in hot water inside his mouth. He sucked me faster and faster. After a while I could not stand it any more and shot my cum into his mouth. He let it pour out of his mouth immediately. Just after my ejaculation, I could feel something hot dropping on my feet. It was him cumming now. He must have shot ten times, and I was so excited about feeling it on my legs and feet that my hard-on did not want to go away. He asked me if I pretended cumming with a smile on his face. "No, babe, I just loved it and I want more," I told him. We did not dry ourselves, but went into the bedroom. He laid on his back on the bed and told me I could do whatever I wanted with him. I turned him over and pulled half way off so his cock was hanging down over the edge of the bed. I asked him to pull one of his legs next to him and let the other one knee on the floor. He obeyed, so I could see his gorgeous ass a few inches from my face. I quite rarely lick somebody's ass, but his was irresistible. Who can stand to kiss, lick and bite such a firm and hairless ass as his was? He moaned as I began pouring saliva over it. Then I licked it from wherever it went. I bit gently his cheeks a few times. At this point he tried to put his legs as much apart as he could. Now everything was exposed to me. I spat at his ass, as if his hole was the bull's eye. He liked it and started gyrating his ass. I could see the hole opening, literally. It was a wonderful sight. He asked me to fuck him. I though he meant to finger-fuck him so I got one of my fingers ready. When he felt it slipping inside he told me to fuck him indeed with some sort of anger. I asked him where I could find a condom. It was nearby, so it did not take long to put it on. I was so hard that it was not a problem. I placed my cock head facing his hole and prepared to insert it inch by inch. He was faster and moved his ass backwards letting my cock up his ass immediately. He made a loud noise more than moaning and less than pain at the same time. He started moving, which was great fun. After a while I could not stand moving myself so I took control. His hands were next to his head, his stomach pushed against the sheet and his legs open so wide that all of my cock could easily slip inside. I saw he loved my cock shoved in deeply and then withdrawn nearly out of his cave. His muscles relaxed as I kept on fucking him. Then I tried my favourite way of fucking, withdrew my cock out and then pushed it back again. He liked it every once a while, but not with every push I had. I stopped for a second, then grabbed his hips and pulled him up. I made a few more pushes in his ass and I burst into his ass (the condom in fact but it does not matter too much to me). Then, my cock still hard and inside, I reached ahead of his stomach and got his cock into my hand. I jerked him for a few seconds and he came. He put all of his weight on me, which was a great feeling. I kissed his neck once more and pulled my cock out holding my cum inside the condom. I had never been so exhausted by cumming twice. This guy was a real pro and I got what I wanted from another guy. We said our good-byes soon. There was not a word of meeting again. It was an adventure for both of us. I am sure he takes boys quite often for such fucking times. Maybe he thinks something similar of me, too. Believe me or not, I still do not know his name-we'll just call him "Steve". ------------------------------------- Comments are welcome. Please write to me at ssb@pcpostal.com. Thanks. SSB ------------------------------------------
