Date: Wed, 5 Nov 2003 16:29:46 EST
From: Cnjshore9@aol.com
Subject: London Bridge

Hey, guys ..  I assume you are all `guys' since this is in
the "/gay/male" section of the archives.  and also that you
are of legal age, not upset by homosexual situations, and
not in a geopolitical area which prohibits your accessing
such things.  if any of these assumptions are incorrect, I
suggest strongly that you back-out of here mui pronto.  If
they are, however, correct, please read on..  and I hope you
enjoy my story.    (btw: if you have read any of my earlier
writings, you probably know that they are based initially on
some point of fact, or actual happening, but then branch
into pure fantasy; however the thoughts and feelings
expressed therein are themselves based on true experiences).
So..  onward we go.


London Bridge

First off. let me introduce myself.  My name is Peter and
I'm 53 years old - and I'm gay.  Now for those who have read
the stories of a few of my previous encounters, you know
that I am also married and have been very closeted for many
years, although I have managed to get out long enough for
some `entertainment' on a number of occasions before I
slipped back inside and closed the door.  I'm 5'10" tall and
weigh in at about 195 pounds (but, if I may say so, I do
"carry it well", or so I've been told).  I have brown hair
(still a full head of it, but, yes, the s&p is creeping in)
and large brown eyes.   anyway.  that's the way I've
described myself in the past.  There have, however, been a
few changes recently.   First of all, my wife, Rache, passed
away several months ago, so, although I am no longer
"officially" married, I still have grown children and think
of myself as "married" and am, at least for the time being,
staying in my `closet' - I just have a little bit more
`freedom of movement' than I did before.  And, oh yes, I've
cut my hair very short and grown a moustache and goatee.  So
far, everyone I've talked to has given those changes high
marks.       .but on with the story.

Several years ago, I started corresponding with a fellow in
the UK (to be more precise, in a small town near Manchester,
England).  We've written back and forth quite frequently
over that time and laughed and joked about what would happen
if I should suddenly turn up on his doorstep one afternoon.
The potential down-side to that, of course, would be if it
were his partner who opened the door!!  Much as if he were
to have come over here and had Rache been the one who
answered his knock.    Besides the chances of my ever
getting to go to England alone (ie, without Rache at my
side) were somewhat less than the chances of me winning the
Kentucky Derby with a 200-pound jockey on my back !!!

Well, now that the situation here had changed, and I'd
started to do a few things to make me `happy'. I decided
that I would actually hop a BA or Virgin flight to Heathrow
and spend a little time in London.  I'd been there a couple
of times already (with Rache), and there were some places I
wanted to go back to see again, but there was also a `side'
of London that I wanted to see now that I couldn't before. .
and, of course, there was Bray.  (His real/full name is
Braydon Smythe-something-or-other -- I never could get that
last part right).  But rather than just descend on his place
out of the blue, I also figured it would be a bit more
acceptable to let him know I was coming.so I emailed him
right after I made my reservations and told him when I'd be
there and where I was staying.

He wrote back to tell me that he would make arrangements to
come to London - probably with his partner, since they have
good friends there with whom they frequently stay - but he
would make sure that he had some `free' time (alone) so that
we could get together and finally meet and talk face-to-
face.

.and that's how I came to be standing in the front window of
the small Georgian hotel lobby overlooking Queen's Gate in
south Kensington, waiting for my "fave Mate" to arrive.   I
was wearing dark slacks with a light grey turtle neck
sweater and a grey tweed jacket.  This was pre-planned so
that he would recognize me -- even though I had sent him
pictures of me.but he had not sent any of him, and I had no
idea what he would be wearing (since he wasn't sure what he
would be carrying with him on the train to London) or what
he looked like, so every time a taxi pulled up to the curb,
I wondered if it were he.

Well .. I don't think it's that old guy with the cane
getting out now. or, truthfully, I hope not!!  By now I was
pacing around the lobby in major anticipation and stopping
to look out whenever the sound of a car motor could be
heard.  After so long and so many notes back and forth, we
were going to meet.and it was going to be in the next few
minutes!! .and I was turning into a nervous wreck!!  ..and
just how would I greet him?  Should I just shake hands? Or
should I throw my arms around him and hug him?  Should I
kiss him? .and, if so, should it be on the cheek?  I really
don't like to make a scene, and I wasn't sure how anyone
around us would react to any display of an even minimal
sexual nature.  So I decided to go with the handshake (like
business acquaintances) and then we'd go have tea and talk
and maybe, hopefully, later we'd go back to my room and just
see what time and nature had to offer.

Yes, certainly. it was in my head that we'd end up in my bed
together.  We'd talked about it often enough - but more in a
fantasy venue than reality.  After all, I was married and he
was partnered, and neither of us wanted to risk either of
own positions, or -- and I believe more importantly --
neither of us wanted to put the other's situation at risk.

Damn!  I was as nervous as a guy waiting for a blind date!
Well,  I guess it was .. only this one wasn't a `fix
up'.we'd set it up ourselves over a lot of time and effort.

I had been so into my crazy thoughts that I hadn't heard the
taxi pull up, hadn't gone to the window to look, when I
heard a very british sounding voice behind me saying "Peter?
Is that you?"

I spun around to see who was talking - it could only be he.
No one else would know my name here.  My mind was still
racing and running in circles!!  "Bray?" I managed to
splutter out as I felt his hands grab my arms and pull me
towards him.  I didn't even get a chance to see him before
his lips grazed mine in a quick greeting and I heard him
say, "I can't believe it!! After so long..  You look exactly
as I knew you would!  You really do ..maybe even better!"

"Thanks," I sort of muttered in my mixture of confusion and
slight embarrassment.  ".but I haven't even seen you yet," I
managed to get out as I backed off a bit so that I could
actually focus on him.  What I saw was also everything I had
imagined - and also, perhaps, even a bit better!

He was right there in front of me, I was looking at him, but
somehow it wasn't really registering at all - 5'8", 160
pounds, brown eyes and hair (yes, starting to get traces of
grey).  All these things I knew from what he had written to
me, but I just kept looking and thinking how nice it all fit
together -- along with the black levis/505's, beige cotton
shirt, and tan Timberland boots with black socks all topped
off with a brown leather bomber-style jacket.   This was a
really attractive man, and dressed to full advantage!!

Yes, I liked what I saw, but I just kept looking at his eyes
and seeing in them a reflection of everything I was feeling
at the moment.  All I could think of was "I used to call
this my `greatest fear'."   That was what I spent many years
avoiding at all costs - the possibility that I might meet a
man and "fall in love".  That was something I could never
allow as a married man.and even now. but somehow it didn't
seem as catastrophic as before.

Somehow. with a mighty wrenching of my self-control
mechanisms. I managed to say "Would you like sit and have a
cup of tea?"  (oh, how british of me!!!)  I should say that
I really am not much of a drinker, so it never even crossed
my mind that we could go into the bar and have a beer.  I
just wanted to sit down before I fell down!  The hotel had a
table set up in the lobby with the cups and `makings', so we
went over to it, poured ourselves a "spot" (?) and sat down
in the big wing-backed chairs next to each other.

We sat for a moment just looking at each other.  Finally, I
couldn't stand it any more and broke the silence.

"I just can't believe it!  We actually made it.  Here we
are.you and I .  and no `pc' in between us!   ...    so..
Now..   Where should we start?   .   Gods, you look good!  I
..   Well..   Ummmm.  How's Sean?"  (oops. should I have
asked that??)

"Oh..   he's doing well.  He and Phil are out playing a
round of golf.  They left Charles at home to cook - as usual
--  so I have to back for dinner in a couple hours.
Unnnhhhh..   Look.  maybe..  Unnnnhhh..  Oh, forget it!  Can
we go up to your room?"

"unh?  Oh..  yes.   absolutely!  ...   Let's go."  I
floundered as I got out of the chair and put the cup and
saucer down.  "The elevator's right over here."

As I stepped away, he also put down his tea and followed me
to the "lift" (as I suddenly remembered they call it in
England).  .. Oh well..  and they call the subway the
"tube", but that's not the `tube' I hope to see put in use
before the next hour is up.

We didn't say a word the entire trip up to the third floor
or down the hall.  Then, as I was putting my key in the
lock, I was grabbed, turned, and I felt a pair of lips
grinding into mine.  Then he backed away and said, "Sorry...
just couldn't wait any more..  Now get that door open!"

I turned back and opened the door, stepping aside to let
Bray into the room ahead of me.  As I came through and
closed the door behind me, I reached out, grabbed his arm
and pulled him back to me.  "Now it's my turn," I growled as
I wrapped my arms around him from behind and pressed my lips
and nose into his neck just below his right ear.

Nuzzling and lightly kissing his neck, I moved upward and
caught his ear lobe in my lips and began to suck lightly.
As I did this, my hands were moving around on his chest,
feeling his nipples as they began to immediately respond to
my touch.  My right hand, as though with a mind of its own,
began the course down his flat stomach to what was a very
noticeable bulge in his trouser front.  I lightly stroked it
and ran my fingers along the outer edges, then cupped it
fully down and under his crotch.  I felt a tremor course
through his body, and he pressed himself back tighter
against my chest and my own now raging, throbbing, and
hungry love tool.

His hands moved --one onto the top of each of mine.  "Oh,
yes....   They are just as I imagined.  You have such
strong, manly hands -- not rough like a labourer, but strong
and smooth, and ... oh...so sexy.  I want to feel them
caressing my bare skin."

I continued to nibble on his ear and lightly run my lips up
and down his neck.  I was relishing the fresh, male scent of
him - and wanted all of him!!  All the while I was also
making low growling and moaning sounds into his neck to let
him know how glad I was to finally see him, and how much I
had wanted to do this for so long.

Finally, I could wait no longer.  I turned him around to
face me and pulled him to me.  His head tilted back and
slightly upward in open readiness.  I reached up and with my
right hand now on the back of his head, I pulled his face to
mine.  Our lips met and our bodies merged.  I could feel his
hardness as it met my own.

Our lips were pressed flat between us.  I opened my teeth
and allowed his tongue to cross the tight barrier.  My knees
almost buckled under me as his arms came around my shoulders
and pulled my body into his.  A shiver ran up my back as my
tongue wrapped his, pushed its way back through the open
teeth and caressed the inside of his mouth.   It was so
perfect!!  It was just as I had fantasized so many times.
it was just going too fast!!

Breaking away, I took a deep breath. "No!  We agreed that we
wouldn't do this!!" I said, my breath coming in quick short
gasps.  "We said we'd meet only to be able to see if we were
what each of us envisioned..but no `funny stuff'.  Isn't
that what we said?  I said I wasn't going to get in the
middle between you and Sean.  That's just not my style.  I'm
not going to break up a couple.  Remember?"

"Yes. that's what we agreed to. but I also said that I was
afraid that I'd want you too much when we did..   You're the
one that said we'd have to keep it `cool' and you're the one
that said you'd make sure of it.."

".and that's exactly what I'm trying to do now.  Let's just
sit down.and try to be like two reasonable adults. I have
tea on the table.  Okay?"

"Okay.  but don't get upset if I spill the cup and make a
lunge for you!"

"Sure. sure.  I think you can keep your head  -- the big one
- in control.  But that other one. the one holding out the
front of your pants like a walnut finial sure looks
inviting!"

"Now who's causing trouble?"

"Right.  no more of the sly comments.  Here's your tea.
cream and sugar are on the table there.   Let's sit down as
we planned . and just talk."

And talk we did. for at least an hour.   We talked about the
weather.  We talked about the city of London.  We talked
about his friends Phil and Charles, who always says, "It's
'Charles' -- not 'Chuck' and not 'Charlie' -- it's
'Charles'!"  (Jeeze what a prig!)  We talked about his job
and his friend Fran with whom I had also corresponded on
occasion.

But through it all there was such a high electrical tension
emanating from both of us that I'm surprised the fluorescent
lights didn't explode!  There was no getting around what was
happening between us.  I began to regret that I had made the
bold move to come to England.  I don't know why I thought
that anything else was going to happen other than what was
now, obviously, a snowball on a downhill course!

There was no way this delightful "mate" was going to leave
my room without that term being fulfilled in it's full
meaning.

I just stopped talking and stood up.  Then I walked
purposefully over to him, where he was sitting in the chair,
and said, "I want you. now!"

Without a word, he stood up and our arms were wrapped around
each other.  Our lips came back together and we pulled each
other to ourselves.  It was so wonderful!  I loved the
feeling of his lips .. of his body against mine.. of his
arms around me.  Our kiss was at first light and testing.
then it became more passionate until it was almost painful!

I pulled my arms from around him and grasped his head on
both sides as my mouth ground into his even more fiercely.
My hands went to the front of his shirt and almost
miraculously it was opened and I was pulling it off.  In a
second his undershirt was also up and over his head and my
face was now buried in his shoulder and enjoying the feel
and smell of his collarbone.

Every pheromone possible must have been emanating from his
body.  My nostrils were flared as they drank in his scent.
My whole body was aflame!  Never. never in my life had I
felt this way!!!  Somehow my mind functioned only enough to
flash the thought "my worst nightmare"..  Was that what was
happening?  Was I actually falling in love for the first
time in my life!?!  "Oh shit!!  I think I am!!"

My hands were already at his belt and working to open the
buckle.  Then I just stopped where I was.  I picked him up
like he was a feather and I carried him to my bed.  I didn't
ask him if it was okay. I didn't question what was happening
now.I just did what my nature demanded of me.  I laid him
back on the top of the bed and released him as I began to
pull my sweater over my head.  Within seconds I had my belt
opened and my slacks dropped to my ankles.  Then I stepped
out of my shoes, using my toes to pull my socks off at the
same time.

There I stood in only my grey and black-striped boxer
briefs, as I bent over the bed and unbuckled his belt and
opened his trouser fly.  He raised his ass willingly as I
pulled his pants down and then pulled them off along with
his shoes and socks.  His briefs were being held out by a
rigid pole inside them.  I wanted that.along with every
other part of him!!!

He still had not uttered a sound since I lifted him off his
feet.

I climbed onto the bed and moved between his legs so that I
could get to all of him.  Kneeling there, I leaned forward,
and now lying atop him, I kissed him.  I could feel his love
tool jerk and swell beneath me.  His breath was ragged and
labored.  As our lips met, he emitted a low animal groan.  I
responded in the same way.  We were now beyond the point of
no return.  This was only going to end with a full joining
of two male animals in rut.  The rest of the world be
damned!!!

My face and mouth moved down from his lips to the crook of
his neck.  I nibbled and nuzzled and licked and kissed my
way from there down his chest across his nipples and then
down to the top of his brief's waistband.  I stopped there
for a moment and just buried my face deep into his
midsection.

My hands had been playing a fine accompaniment to my lips,
traveling all over and down his body, his arms and, now, the
tops of his thighs.  I moved them up and hooked my fingers
under the elastic of his briefs.  The moment was here!

As I pulled down on the cotton of his shorts, his most
personal  parts were slowly being revealed.  My lips
followed his treasure trail down from his navel, until they
were immersed in the tight, curly hairs of his pubic bush.
The male scents were so much stronger there!

Then he lifted his hips to allow the restraining fabric to
pass under them, freeing that most precious of all parts.
my lips reached the base of his now throbbing manhood.  I
slowly followed the shaft, pushing downward until the
rubbery pink treasure was mine!  As my lips passed onto it,
I opened them and allowed it to pass into the warmth of my
mouth.  It was as wonderful as I had always dreamed!

He moaned as the swollen head passed my lips and I tasted
the first sweet drop of nectar that appeared at that moment.
Oh .  how long I had dreamed of this.  I had my lover's
first taste. and it was everything I had fantasized.  My
body shook with delight and wonder.  Could it really be this
way?  Am I just dreaming. or is this reality?  How could I
have waited so long?!?

I raised myself away from him for a moment and pulled his
briefs the rest of the way off his legs.  Then I pushed my
own shorts down and off.  We were now both totally open to
each other.

Reaching behind and under him, I lay forward and then rolled
so that he was now on top of me.  I wrapped my legs behind
his and my hands began to move up and down his back while
pulling him tightly into me.

He looked down at me for a brief moment and then kissed me.
I went into deep space.  All I could do was feel the
sensations of his warm body on mine - his hot, hard manrod
now between my legs and pushing into my balls.  His tongue
was searching every nook and nuance of my mouth's cavity.
And I was about ready to just scream out in primal lust!
This was what it was all about!!  This was the true act of
man-to-man love - not just sex.  Not just a roll-in-the-hay
quickie.  This was what every man dreams of!!  .and Sean be
damned!!!

Then we broke apart and I turned so that I could again taste
his manhood, also making myself available to him.  As I felt
the rigid plum pass through my lips, I also felt the warmth
of his mouth cover my very sensitive glans.  He moaned and I
felt the vibrations course through my shaft and then explode
into me like a giant firework in my very being!

Oh how we enjoyed the taste of each other -- working our
ways down and under to lap and pull the soft eggs of each
others testicles into our mouths.  Our chins and then our
tongues riding and rasping the incredibly sensitive areas
under the scrotum, each lifting his hips to make himself
even more available to the other.  My whole body was
starting to vibrate!!  I could feel the same shivers
coursing through him.  The match was perfect!!

Then he pushed me away and turned, rolling me onto my back
and lifting himself on top of me.

His hips began to move and I felt his staff begin to slide
back and forth between my legs and drive its way more and
more into my balls and into the area behind them where the
sensations were mounting.  There was no doubt where this was
going!  We used to joke in our emails about how he wanted to
"pound my arse".but this was no joke and he was damned sure
getting ready to live up to his promise.

Luckily I was more than prepared.  Somehow I managed to open
the drawer in the night table and pull out the tube of warm
lube.   Opening it as I brought it to me, I squeezed a
large dollop of it into my right hand.

Without a word, I opened my legs, reached down, grabbed that
scarlet red shaft and applied the lube, slowly stroking up
and down to coat it for what lay ahead.   Then I reached
behind my knees and pulled them up to my shoulders.

He took the lube from me and, now kneeling between my pulled
up legs, he squeezed a generous amount of it onto the area
behind my balls and onto the head of his now greatly
inflamed and generously dripping fuck rod.  I closed my eyes
and waited.

Then I felt the hard rubbery head begin to search for its
target between my legs.  It pushed into the bottom of the
crack and like a homing torpedo it found it's mark.

I moaned and managed to whisper, "Ohhhh, yesssss.  right
there. now push it into me.  Please.now!!"    . and push he
did.

No pain.just a pop.. and the head was past the outer
sphincter.  Then slowly but steadily he drove himself into
me until I could feel the bristly hairs of his pubic bush
scratching against the skin under my balls.

"Oh, god.  oh, baby that feels sooooo good!!  Ohhhhhh you
don't know how long I've wanted this.  Ohhhhhhhh  ..
Ohhhhhh.    Ohhhhh,yessss!  Now fuck me babe. Fuck me
now!!!"

Still without a word or sound, he slowly began to withdraw
until only the ridge of the head held him inside me.  Then
he started to push back in.   Deep and slow. that's the way
he moved. and that's the way I really really like it.  My
toes curled from the wonderful sensations.  My breathing was
heavy and ragged.

I could feel the tops of his legs rubbing against my thighs
and the warmth of his body as he lay over me with his arms
extended in a sort of push-up position.  Every now and then
he would lean farther in and I could feel his lips on my
neck and ears.  His breath was both warming and tickling me.
I lowered my legs and wrapped them around his back and ass.
I wanted to feel more of him.  I raised my hips and pulled
him toward me with my legs as he drove his love tool into
me.  I wanted so desperately to get him deeper.  I didn't
want to miss a millimeter of that marvelous ramrod.  I could
imagine it as it penetrated me.  The somewhat loose skin ,
even though cut, would be sliding back and forth inside me,
covering the ridge of his head's corona as he withdrew.
Then the whole pink head would reappear fully, again, as he
drove himself back into me.

The sensations were overwhelming as his passion hammer drove
into me and pushed its way into my deepest recesses - each
time riding over and stroking my prostate and sending a gush
of warm juice from the swollen lips of my piss slit into the
space between us.  I could feel the skin of his gut as it
pushed and pulled at my own rigid and throbbing cock,
bringing me closer and closer to an orgasmic eruption.

All I could hear was the rushing of blood in my head and
ears, and soft moans from him as he drove himself deeper and
deeper.   I wanted to feel that he was a part of me, and I
felt sure that he wanted that as well.

"Ohhhhhh, baby..  Ohhhhhhhhh.   Now give me your complete
love!!! Fill me with your hot juice!!  Make me your's!!
Give me that hot load.  Let me feel your hot love inside
me!!   Ooooooooohhhhhhh, babyyyy!!  Now!  Now!  Give it to
me!!!!"

Suddenly his pace changed from its steady rhythm.  I could
feel him driving into me even harder and faster as he began
to approach that moment of ecstacy when we would be melted
together in the heat of our passions!!

Ohhhhh. how badly I wanted him to get there!

I was tossing my head from side-to-side in the throws of my
mind-shattering desire to feel him join us together forever.
My teeth were clenched and my eyes so tightly closed,
shutting out all stimuli except the sensation of his
lovemaking.  .and that is what is was .. not just sex, but
absolute and unequivocal love.

I couldn't hear it, but could only feel the high keening
sound of my bestial cry as he pounded me harder and harder,
pistoning my love hole with his hammering rod!!  I could
feel it in him as his own moan rose and, also through
gritted teeth, he let out a growl that told me he was at
that point of no return.

Another pounding drive of his hips and I felt his erupting
manhood penetrate to the deepest possible point and his hips
grind into me as he filled me with his precious nectar.

At the same moment I felt my own rock hard member jerk and
swell as its cream exploded into the space between us!  Shot
after shot of pearly white man juice erupted onto both our
stomachs and chests as he continued to pump his own into the
depths of my silky, dark love tunnel.

Up, up, up into the sky we climbed together. sparks and
stars shone all around us as I felt his searing lava burst
into me again and again until it was spent.    Then we
floated slowly downward on our own cloud until we came back
to earth in a pine-scented clearing of absolute peace and
tranquility.

We didn't move for fear of losing the moment.  We just lay
the together, still linked by that now softening tool of
unity, enjoying the rapture of our joining.   Finally I
spoke.

"I feared it so much.but now I know it for certain.  Bray, I
love you.  I didn't want this to happen .  at least I said I
didn't. but it has.  What are we going to do?"

"Don't talk now," he whispered in my ear.  "We'll talk about
it later.  Right now I just want to hold you and have you
hold me.  ..and I love you too.   but I knew that a long
time ago. and it hasn't changed.  I love you so very much!
Just lie here with me now and let's know that, and feel it,
and be content.  Reality is for later.  We are here for
right now...and that's what counts."


And that's another story from Peter (cnjshore9).  hope you
liked it.  If you did, write and tell me so.  If you didn't,
you can still write and tell me so (but please be diplomatic
about it, okay?)  I do answer all my emails..  sometimes a
little faster than other times.. but  I do answer them all.