Date: Tue, 27 Jun 2006 12:06:00 +0000
From: James Roberts <morbid62@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Art Of Suduction 1

This is a fictional story. Its is all from my head so none of it is real. If
it is just like someone or something you know then please tell me. I can
boast about my great psychic powers to people.

Don't read this if you're too young. I don't want to get the blame for
corrupting you, I prefer to do my corruptions in person.

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And just so we are clear. There is no sex in this part as it is a romantic
story. The hardcore fucking will be later on.




"Rick! Wait!"

I turned and saw a man running down the road. He seemed to be waving and
shouting at me as he came closer.

"Didn't you see me, I been calling since you passed me at the bank" he said

I looked at him, trying to think who he was. Then as I saw him smile and
push his hair out from his eyes I gasped with shock.

"Fuck me, Jake is that you"

"Yea man. Don't you recognise me" he said pretending to be hurt

We both laughed and started to try to shake hands, slap each other on the
back and hug at the same time.

"What are you doing here?" I said surprised

"I live here now, more to the point what are you doing here" He said
grinning

"I've just moved here for a while, it's a long story"

"Then I need to hear all about it"

"Well I would but I'm only out of the office for another fifteen minute"

"Then you better talk fast. I haven't seen you for years and I want to know
everything that's happened to you"

He put his hand on my shoulder and while laughing pushed me into the coffee
shop down the street. I went to grab a table in the corner and he went to
the counter to get his coffee and my tea. I sat watching him in the queue,
thinking about the first time we had see each other.

We mostly saw each other at the gym. We weren't in the same class, hell we
weren't even in the same school but I counted him as one of my best friends.
I used to go to the local gym two or three times a week after school. I was
crazy about gymnastics and used to take lessons there in the afternoon. One
night I had stayed late practicing when I noticed I was alone. I hadn't
realised it was so late so I quickly gathered up my stuff and went into the
changing room. That was empty to, even the attendant was gone.

I went to the locker I was using and started to strip. That didn't take long
as I was only wearing my shorts and a jock strap. I sniffed my armpits and
got a nose full of sweaty boy smell. I was always pleased when I stank after
practice; since it meant that I was trying hard and would only get better
with every lesson.

I was just going to shower quickly but my dick had other ideas. I was only
fifteen at the time and whenever I would get naked I would get hard
instantly. Hell I would get hard at anytime, I was constantly horny and I
couldn't stroke it enough. And sure enough as soon as that jock slipped off
my package and my dick felt the cool air on it I got had instantly.

Since I was alone I gave it a quick squeeze and felt it jump. I started to
stroke it slowly, enjoying the thrill of touching myself in the locker room.
I saw my cock was starting to drip pre-cum so I let go, telling myself I
could play with it in the shower since I was alone. I was about to go wash
when I looked at the benches in the room. They were just like the ones I
used for training.

I thought I would try to practise one of the moves I had been doing earlier,
and then go have my naked fun. I stood on the bench and flipped up onto my
hands, I felt my hard cock flop down as my balls hit the hard shaft. I was
just balancing on the edge when I noticed a pair of feet walking around the
corner of the lockers and stopping by me. Whoever it was must have found
themselves staring right at my crotch. I quickly dropped to my feet and
turned, thinking it must have been the attendant about to criticise me for
doing something foolish. Only I ended up looking at a boy my own age,
dripping wet grinning at me. His dark hair was stuck up in an angle and he
was only wearing a pair of Speedos.

"Well you could have just started with hi, or do you do that to everyone you
meet" he said laughing

I was so embarrassed I didn't know what to say. He turned and opened the
locker just down from mine. He pulled his wet Speedo off and stood there
naked. His skin was dark and tanned, Italian maybe or even Greek. I didn't
know why but he seemed to be totally at ease at being naked with a stranger
who just had his hard cock in his face.

"Well I can guess what you have been doing, but I never saw someone doing it
upside down before" he said nodding at my hard cock

I realised he was just teasing me in a friendly way when he smiled and stuck
his hand out. I relaxed and shook it. I learnt his name was Jake and that he
had been swimming. I sat down to hide my still hard dick. Even getting
caught by another guy didn't make me go soft. There was only one thing that
would make my cock go down again and that was shooting my load. Most nights
I had to stay up until I had milked my balls dry. There was something about
having my hot milky cum shooting out of my dick and covering my shaft and
fingers that made me want to do it again, and again. Most nights I would cum
at least two or three times. Then in the mornings before I went to shower I
would get my cock to blast out another fresh load over my belly and chest.
Plus I'd try to fit in another load or two in the afternoon. I guess like
most teenage boys my best friend was between my legs. But at that moment I
thought it was more like an enemy, trying to get me in trouble.

We started chatting, slowly at first, I was still embarrassed at being naked
with him after he had caught me hard but he kept on talking as though
nothing odd had happened. He sat next to me and told me he wanted to join
the youth swimming team and was training to try out for it. I told him about
my gymnastics and we soon became friendly. I suddenly realised that we had
been sitting on the bench chatting for about twenty minutes. It was unusual
for me to talk to my friends a lot while changing in the school locker room;
mostly we were all in a rush to get dressed for our next class. But here I
was chatting to a naked stranger and making friends with him.

I said something about getting sweaty in practice and needed a shower. He
told me that he had to shower to, so if it was ok we could carry on talking
in the shower. I was about to get up to go to the shower stalls when I felt
my throbbing cock press against my thigh. I was still hard and I didn't want
to embarrass him or myself again by showing off my stiff dick. Jake solved
that problem for me by simply standing up. His dick was now at face height
and I saw for the first time he was hard. He saw me looking and said that I
was to blame for it. Didn't I know that hardons were catching. He laughed
and so did I, and not just at his bad joke but at how friendly he was in
such embarrassing situations. He didn't make fun of me or laugh at me; he
just accepted it and carried on as normal. I stood up, showing him my still
hard cock and we grabbed our soap and towels and went into the shower
together.

I stood under the one stall and he went into the next one down. There were
no doors in the showers but there were walls, they went to about just below
chest height, so we could still see each other. We turned on the water and
started to soap up our bodies. I had forgotten my shampoo and went to fetch
it quickly. Jake did ask if I wanted to borrow his but I said it was ok as I
also needed to close my locker.

I didn't think there was anyone else around as Jake had told me he was the
only one in the pool apart from some old ladies but I wanted to close my
locker just in case. I grabbed my shampoo and knew from the way I could feel
it swing around that my cock was still hard. I would have to get off somehow
but I couldn't do it with Jake in the shower next to me. I went back to the
shower room and ...

I snapped back to the here and now as he came over with two cups and sat
down. He pushed my tea towards me and asked again how I was. Smiling I
started to talk, telling him about how I had done my English degree and was
now working at a large publishers. And how two weeks ago I had moved here
for six months to work in the larger office in the city.

"Apparently it's quite an honour to be sent here but really I wish I hadn't.
I seem to spend most of my time doing everyone else's job as well as my own.
Plus the job might sound flashy and exciting but really it's all paperwork
and it doesn't even pay that much"

"I remember you talking about how you wanted to be a journalist when you
were younger" said Jake

"You know I still want to do that. But now everyone seems to be doing
journalism just to get a book deal. And after working in a publishers that's
the last thing I want" I said

"So why did you ignore me in the street, am I that ugly you don't want to be
seen with me in public?" he said changing the subject

"Well I thought you were my stalker but then when I saw it was you I thought
I had better just run away" I said teasing him

But the real reason I hadn't talked him in the street was that he had
changed, as you would after eight years. When I last saw him he was slim and
muscular from all the swimming he had done. His hair was short, he was
always hanging around in his old torn jeans, and he kept getting paint on
his shirts as he did his paintings. But the man before me was completely
different. He was still taller than me at 6' but that was about the only
thing I recognised. His body was no longer slim but large and firm. With
hard muscle I guessed, as his arms were strong and powerful. His hair was
longer now, just dropping down into his brown eyes. And he may still have
had on a shirt and jeans. But they were new and unripped. Stretching over my
old friends new body almost like a second skin.

"I guess some things don't change" I said pointing to a smudge of paint on
his shirt.

"Well it's a hazard of the job," he said smiling.

"So you're still painting?" I asked

"Yea I can do stickmen easy now" he joked

"Well you used to have trouble with stickmen" I said

We both laugh at the old joke shared between us. I looked at him and
something in my mind stirred and half-forgotten images came up. We were in
his room. He was painting some kind of abstract thing. To me it was all
swirls and mess but he seemed to be pleased with it. I was sitting on his
bed watching him smudging the paint on the canvas.

"Nice picture. Now tell me what it is" I said laughing

"I got to take a break" he said

He threw himself on the bed next to me and as we talked, he started to
doodle on a notebook.
"What are you drawing now?" I said snatching the paper from him

It was covered in stickmen. Running, jumping, standing around. I laughed
again and asked why he was covering the page with them.

"Stickmen are very hard to do" he said pretending to be serious "You should
practice them all you can"

"Well at least you're getting better. I can't even tell what that picture is
over there" I said

He started to grab me and wrestled me down on the bed.

"I'll teach you not to appreciate my work" he said laughing

Rolling around he got tangled in the sheets and I was about to pin him down
when he suddenly moved and threw his body on mine. I was stuck there and we
both knew he had won. And then he said ...

"So what are you doing apart from drawing stickmen?" I asked quickly trying
to concentrate on the present

"Well I now teach other people to draw stickmen" he said seriously

"You teach art"

"Yea I do the art class at the local adult learning centre. Its only three
nights a week and it doesn't pay much but I love it. And I still have time
to work on my own stuff during the day"

"Man I pass that building all the time. I been about this close to you all
week" I said stretching my arms out

"Well you could be a little closer than that if you want to. You said your
glamorous job at the publishers was leaving you short of cash. So I'm sure
you could do with some more money right"

"Yea I guess so" I said suspiciously

"Well my class has mastered stickmen and I'm looking for a model to pose for
them. All you have to do is stand there and not move. Or sit there and not
move. Or lie there and not move, what ever you want but I need someone
tonight" he pleaded

"Oh man I don't know"

"It pays crappy money so I'm not going to get anyone else"

"Oh well that makes me feel wanted" I laughed

"You are my best friend aren't you, please please please" he said in a
childish way and tried to look innocent and boyish

"Ok ok I'll do it" I said still laughing

He flashed me another wide grin and stood up.

"Great, now I better let you get back to work. Come over to the class at
about six and we can go over what you'll be doing and after that we can talk
some more before class starts"

"Well I guess I'll be seeing you at six then" I said standing up

We left the coffee shop together and slowly walked away in different
directions. I couldn't help but look at him walking away. The last time we
saw each other was in the changing rooms at the gym. It was a few days after
finishing school. I had stopped going to gymnastics and he was just swimming
for fun now. But we had still met up at least twice a week at the gym. He
was going to an art collage and I was doing an English course. Like everyone
else we had promised to keep in touch while at collage but slowly we had
drifted apart. During my holidays and the weekends I was at home I still
went to the gym, just to see if we would run into each other but we never
had. It had been years since we had last talked.

As I entered the office and sat at my desk I got a strange feeling of
excitement and nerves and... something else, about seeing him tonight. I
started to remember the past again but I quickly pushed it away and started
on the pile of paperwork that had built up during my lunch hour.