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Night of the Leathermen & A Shy, Young, Guy (Part 2)

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 09 May 2000 1 comments
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by Jacksondickntx J's was of course dead initially. I was one of only three or four patrons, and (again!) I was the only one that: had it out, had it hard, and was banging it! (Haven;t I gotten bold about this?!?!?) Still, I had no takers the first hour or so. I was becoming more frustrated by the moment when I encountered my shy, young guy. I was alone in the first playroom, hard dick jutting out through my button-fly as I watched porno on the screen and slowly jacked. Several guys had wandered through, but none had yet joined me. Despite being alone in the room, I suddenly had the sensation of being watched. I looked around, but no one was there, so I returned my attention to the porno. But a few seconds later, this strange sense of being watched returned. I looked around again. No one there. A minute or so later when it happened again, I turned my head (QUICKLY this time) just in time to catch the fleeting glimpse of a young head duck back from the doorway into the passageway. So I WAS being watched, and my little voyeur friend was being coy! : - ) I returned to jacking dick, though now with renewed vigor as I knew I had a secret audience! And when the sense of being watched returned again, I decided to resist 'catching' my young friend, and just continued to jack off to the porno. But since I knew he was watching, I let out a couple of low moans, rolled my head a bit, and commented on the porno in a LOUD whisper, "....FUCK, THAT'S HOT..." as I jacked cock. Emboldened, my little friend went from hiding to standing in the doorway altogether. I could see him out of the corner of my eye, but initially I didn't acknowledge him, not wanting to scare him off. After a minute or two of his still standing there and me still beating my dick, I slowly turned and looked in his direction. He immediately jumped back into the passageway, and out of view. (This was one SHY boy! ) I returned to jacking and he gradually returned to viewing. Still unsure about how to engage him, I decided to talk about my jackaction: "God, this feels SOOO good...Oooooh, my dick is SOOOO hot...Ooooh, God it's leaking a lot..." ETC. (Now, I was talking to myself, but my little buddy was listening- I could tell- and he seemed to be enjoying it!) Eventually, I turned really slowly towards him, and this time, he stayed in the doorway and just watched me as I took him in. He was very much a "pretty boy"- clean-shaven and baby-faced w/ beautiful skin, luscious full lips, large engaging eyes, short jet-black hair- really beautiful face. He was almost my height (probably about 6'2") and had a thin build. He was wearing a black muscle shirt (w/ his arms, shoulders and upper pecs exposed) & black jeans. He was not particularly built, but he did have REALLY nice definition (i.e. even through the black shirt, you could see the muscles of his abs). He was VERY YOUNG. (They do 'card' at J's, so he must have been 18, but couldn't have been much older.) He was now STARING at my dick as I stroked. And although I was enjoying the sounds of the porno video, I returned my friend's stare unabashedly now. What a BEAUTIFUL BOY he was! Despite his skittishness, I determined that I had to engage him. So, I stood up and walked slowly over to him, my hard pole sticking rudely out of the fly of my jeans. We looked deeply into each other's eyes. Then he broke our eye contact to look down at my dick. I placed my hands behind my back and whispered softly to him, "go ahead...go ahead and touch it...". He reached out tenuously. "It's okay", I reassured him gently (still whispering), "...it's okay: you can touch it if you want...go ahead...". I watched and felt his soft fingers gently enfold my cock and very softly stroke the length of it. "Oh, man...that feels really nice" I tell him. He strokes a bit more boldly now. I close my eyes and moan. "Oh, yeah...that's REALLY Nice...yeah, play with it...". I open my eyes and find that he is transfixed, watching his hand play with my hard dick and balls. Just then we hear feet on the stairs. My little friend jumps back and hurriedly scampers around the corner and up the stairs. ("SHIT" I thought!) The newcomer strolls through both playrooms and breezes back upstairs, his visit achieving nothing but driving my little friend away. I go upstairs and see that my little friend is sitting in a corner. After catching his eye, I head back downstairs and wait. NOTHING. Several minutes pass and I'm still alone downstairs. I again go upstairs. He has moved to a stool right at the foot of the stairs. I catch his eye and again go downstairs. I wait. NOTHING. I'm beginning to consider leaving altogether when I hear very slow, deliberate footsteps on the stairs. I'm standing in the passageway right around the corner from the stairwell listening to someone slowly descend. My cock is still rockhard and ready for action. I take it out again and spread my legs a bit so that I'm standing cock-first facing the entrance to the downstairs. The footsteps come closer, completing the last step, and now heading for the corner. He rounds the corner, and I see my shy, little guy there. He comes to me and reaches, again tentatively, for my prick. Again, I encourage him, "go on...play with it a little." He does. (I am reminded of my pretty young Aggie, though this young man is more boyish, more delicate, "prettier". But I determine that I'm going to play with him as well, and that earlier scene gives me confidence in handling this young friend): I gently take the boy's hand, lacing my fingers through his and leading him down the passageway to the darkest corner. With the very fingertips of both hands I gently explore his beautiful face, stopping at length on his full lips. I kiss him- first gently, and then deeply and passionately, as my hands continue to explore his face. He responds BEAUTIFULLY, returning my kiss and gently probing my mouth with his boy-tongue. We continue to kiss for several minutes, my hands wandering from his face down his torso and back again. When we break our kiss, I gently trace light kisses across his face and down the side of his neck. He sighs. His body is limber and relaxing against the wall as my hands explore it. I whisper to him: "...you are such a beautiful boy...God, you are gorgeous..." I look in his face. "...Beautiful boy...I want you...". I lift his shirt, and begin exploring his chest and stomach with my hands and mouth. He cradles my head and strokes my hair and face. I gently suck his nipples and he moans loudly. "...God, you're a beautiful boy..." I whisper. One hand slowly slides down his tummy and over the front of his pants. He's hard and thrusts his hips when my hand passes over the front of his crotch. i rub, first gently and then more insistently. He moans loudly again and hunches his hips forward. I unbuckle his belt, unzip his pants and massage his dick through his briefs. He moans again. "...You're such a beautiful boy...I want to play with your dick". He is squirming. I free his dick from his briefs and begin to jack. "...What a pretty prick you've got..." I whisper. He's humping my hand now and moaning really loudly. I again kiss him deeply. And then, it's OVER: He moans through our kiss, twitches, shakes almost violently, and I feel scalding cum fire from his prick. I hear the first shot splat loudly against the far wall (perhaps five feet away). The second and third also hit loudly on the concrete floor. I then feel hot streams oozing over my knuckles as I continue to stroke him off. Unfortunately, there was little afterglow and no reciprocation. Again, we heard steps and again, my little friend scurried up the stairs. I cleaned up a bit and then followed him up the stairs, looking for him to no avail. He was gone. Twice now I had played and brought off a friend, and twice I'd been left with a still-raging bone-on. My dick almost HURT now and I considered just bringing myself off, but somehow I knew the night's play was not over. I noticed a couple dressed in leather heading downstairs. Little did I know their sexplay with each other would lead me at last to my climax. To be continued...