Date: Tue, 13 Nov 2012 11:17:44 +0000 (GMT)
From: Mr. D <dionyssos00@yahoo.no>
Subject: Curiosity kills the cat, part 1

This story contains graphic sexual scenes between males. If material of
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if you are under 18 years of age in most states you are not allowed to read
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Dionyssos
Dionyssos00@yahoo.no (that is Dionyssos, and `zero-zero' at the end)



Curiosity kills the Cat


Hello. My name is Alexander Lundgren, I think my mother is the only one who
actually used that name in full, and I like to go by the name of Alex. I
grew up in Scandinavia but have long since left the frozen north behind.

My childhood was a test of endurance. My parents divorced when I was six
and what a separation that was! My dad got "replaced" by a step dad who
turned out to be a compulsive gambler and a drunk. On top of this my older
brother got it into his head that he was the `head of the family. This was
a position he defended violently, and to my knowledge (several decades
later), he still thinks he is running things.

I spent my days trying to be invisible. I was not home much as I soon
figured out that it was much easier to avoid new beatings from my brother
if I just stayed the hell out of the house. As you might understand I
packed and left as soon as I had the means to do so.

Despite this there were also happy times whilst I was growing up. Even if I
grew up too fast, so to speak, I did spend a lot of time with a lot of
interesting people. Some of these were nice, some were good, but also part
of the mix were some who were shady and cruel people, from whom I should
have stayed well away.

This story took place when I was 16. I was a very unhappy teenager roaming
the streets just to avoid going home. It was a Friday but I had no plans
for the week end. Avoiding home was the main strategy. It was a good
Scandinavian summer evening light and warm. The sun barely went below the
horizon before it rose again for a new day. After an hour or so I found
myself outside a café called Tiffani's. It was not far from home but it
was a place where the chance of meeting anyone I knew was slim. I went
inside to order a coffee and found a small table outside. It was the
perfect place to disappear for a while to think and smoke.

I often had pen and paper with me. Good for writing down my thoughts and
perhaps drawing a sketch. At that moment I was drawing a small image of
interlocking spider webs and doing my best not to think. But as my head
emptied on to the paper, a feeling grew stronger inside of me. At first I
didn't know what it was. It made me restless and I began to find it
difficult focusing on what I was doing. In the end I put the pen down and
took a sip of the still lukewarm coffee. My eyes scanned my
surroundings. One sweep and my gaze discovered the source of my unrest. A
man was staring right at me. He was only 3 tables away but that was as far
as he could get in this small café. Of the two tables between us one was
occupied by a woman and the one closest to me was empty. Why would he sit
all the way over there just to stare?

Any civilized human being would let their gaze down when caught staring
like that but this man did not. He made no sign and had no readable
expression on his face, just the intensive stare. It actually felt like his
brown eyes were scanning my soul. Even if that was uncomfortable I found it
hard to look away. I needed some reason to not look into his eyes. Nature,
as it was, came to my rescue. A sudden urge to empty my bladder overtook me
and I realized it was the perfect opportunity to get up and inside.

I tried not to look at him as I made my way to the loo inside, but I
failed. I had to pass between him and the lady's table. As I passed I threw
a quick glance at the `staring man'. He smiled as if expecting me to do so
and gave a slight nod. I nodded back and made haste inside. The place was
empty except for the young girl behind the counter. Even if I knew where
the bathroom was, I still asked if I could use it and where it was. She
told me I needed no special key and pointed to the stairs going down to the
basement. I thanked her and went down.

On a general basis I am sceptical about using public toilets. You might say
I have a slightly heightened sense of smell. To my delight this one was
clean and had a fresh odour. By now my bladder was ready to explode and I
quickly undid my zipper and let my dick out. Just in time too! I relaxed
and closed my eyes as my bladder emptied into the urinal. Like any man will
tell you it is good feeling to let go when you really need to take a
piss. I must have let out a sigh or moan, because the next thing I know I
hear a voice next to me;

"That good, huh?"

My eyes flew open and I stared in shock at whoever was standing next to
me. I had not even noticed him come in! To my naïve mind I found it a
big surprise to see the `staring man' next to me. He was about a head
taller than me and I guessed him to be in his early 30's. With his hazel
brown eyes came dark hair and a clean shaven chin. He was wearing a thin
shirt and blue jeans. Muscles were rippling on his arms, but he was not
built like bodybuilder. When my eyes crossed his jeans I could not help to
look at what was hanging out of them. He was holding his cock and a thick
and powerful stream was pouring out of it. It was not erect, but it wasn't
`relaxed' either. To me it seemed huge! Only when he shook the last drops
out of his half hard cock did I remember that my own dick was still hanging
in the open. As I hurried to tuck it away it was impossible to hide the
fact that it was rock hard. Even if my dick hadn't come around to its full
size yet, hiding a 4" erect cock in a hurry is not easy. Once I got it
tucked in I hurried to the sink and quickly washed my hands. When I turned
to leave, I ran straight into `the staring man'. He stumbled a little and
took me by my shoulders.

"I am sorry I startled you young man. You just looked so innocent and sweet
I could not keep my mouth shut. I really am sorry"

He looked down at me. His gaze looked sincere and his smile was genuine
enough. I had problems controlling my vocal cords and had to clear my
thought before answering.

"... You did scare me..."

For some reason all the words in my mind vanished. I tried to find a polite
way to get the hell out of there, but at the same time I felt an urge to
find out what his cock would feel like in my hand. The confusion tongue
tied me. This stranger had completely pushed me off some edge I didn't even
know existed. All I felt was my throbbing dick in my pants.

He seemed to understand what was happening to me and let go of my
shoulders. He took a step back as if to give me some space to recover. He
had a friendly look on his face but didn't say a word. I took a couple deep
breaths and concentrated on getting a grip. I had no idea how much time
passed but when I opened my eyes he was still standing two feet away from
me.

"Hi there..." –it was at least a start.

"Hi. Are you OK?"

"To be honest I am not sure. One moment you were staring at me, no, through
me. The next you are waving your cock in the air right next to me. I am
just a bit put off, that's all"

He sighed and sadness crossed his face. I had no idea at the time, but in
retrospect I know that it was not sadness, it was regret. He turned and
headed for the exit.

"Wait!"

I didn't mean it to sound so desperate, but it was too late to call back
the spoken word. He stopped and turned around.

"Look, I am a bit scared, a lot lonely and very confused right now. I have
no idea what to do or say, but I do know I don't want to you to just
leave. Am I making any sense?"

"You are a very honest young man and you are making some sense"

A thought seemed to enter his mind and he made a pause.

"Why don't you just take the time you need down here. When you feel up to
it, come back up. I will wait for you at your table. I promise I will not
leave until you get back. OK?"

All I could do was to nod. He smiled and left me alone.

What was going on? I had never felt like this before. Being horny was
nothing new, I was horny all the time, but that was just a natural part of
being sixteen. By now I was used to the fact that my cock would get hard
for no apparent reason. It was private and it was not talked about,
ever. This was different though. My cock wasn't just hard it was so hard it
actually hurt. Porn was porn and when I looked at the pictures I got a
hard-on and jacked off. End of story. I had never put more thought into
it. Bringing any one home was out of the question anyway. Either they would
encounter my brother and be scared out of their minds, or the snoring of my
drunken stepfather would be filling the air upon arrival. The concept of
going on date or a girlfriend never entered my mind. Why would I expose
anyone to the hell I was having back home? Better to suffer alone and use
porn for release.

This was very different. Cock and pussy was all over my porn, but I had
never seen a "live" cock before, at least not one attached to grown
man. The memory of that hardening cock was impossible to get out of my
mind. What would it feel like to touch it? How big would it get when fully
erect? There were so many questions and no answers, or was there a way to
get those answers?

I dried my face and had a look in the mirror. My face was still a bit
flushed and the water had made a mess of my blond hair, it was now clinging
to my forehead. I quickly ruffled it in place and went back up to my
table. The stairs were uncomfortable to climb due to my hard dick, but I
think I managed to get to my table with my honour intact. Like the stranger
had promised he was sitting at my table. He watched me from the moment I
came back outside then he smiled and gestured for me to sit down.

He had ordered a fresh pot of coffee and poured me a cup. I sat down across
from him. He looked slightly concerned, but his mood seemed lighter.

"Are you feeling better?"

"Yes I am. Guess it's just my teenage hormones running wild again"

My dry comment granted me a short laugh from this stranger. He held out his
hand to greet me and said;

"My name is Thomas. Pleased to meet you"

He flashed a friendly smile and I took his hand and shook it.

"Alex, Nice to meet you too"

"Alex? Short for Alexander I presume?"

"Yes it is, but only my mother ever uses the full name. Alex will do just
fine"

"OK Alex it is. How old are you Alex?

"I'm 16 pretty soon 17 though. How old are you Thomas?"

"OH! Just about twice your age"

"So you are 32-ish?"

"31 actually"

A silence fell after that. My head was still occupied by the thought of
touching his cock. But I did have enough wits to come up with a question.

"Tell me Thomas. Why were you staring at me earlier?"

I didn't really know what a grown man would look like if he blushed, but I
was pretty sure this was very close. Thomas' face went slightly pink and he
took a sip of the steaming hot coffee. When his cup came back down, the
pinkish colour was gone. He cleared his throat and said;

"I am sorry about that. I was trying to imagine why a young man like you
would be sitting here alone on a Friday evening. Shouldn't you be going to
a party?"

Still young I didn't realize he had changed the subject and avoided the
question.

"Well I am not much for parties. Too many drunk people for my taste"

"But you are a teenager! You should be out late and making you parents
worry"

I didn't understand why but his reference to my parents suddenly made me
furious. I wanted to lash out at him. I must have looked as angry as I felt
because he backed down and got a pained expression on his face.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pry into your life like that. I guess I'm just
curious"

I did my best to calm my anger. After all how could Thomas know about my
private hell? Suddenly a phrase just popped into my head. Before I could
think at all I asked;

"Haven't you heard Thomas?"

"Heard what?"

"That curiosity kills the cat..."

I had no idea why that particular phrase came to mind, but Thomas began
laughing out loud. For some reason he found that comment extremely
funny. The anger I had felt a moment ago vanished and was replaced by a
sense of happiness and joy. It was like Thomas' laughter was somehow
contagious. It only took a few seconds before I joined him and laughed as
well. When the laughter died down he looked at me and said;

"Wow kid. I so did not expect that coming from you! Are you sure you are
only 16? You sound like you are a 50 year old soul trapped in a teenage
body and you don't like it one bit!"

"You are a strange man Thomas. I have no idea what you are talking about"

"Never mind Alex, I was just not prepared to find a philosopher as young as
you."

"What do you mean? It wasn't like I was planning to say that stuff, it just
popped into my head and came out before I had a chance to think"

"That is why I'm..."

Suddenly his voice trailed off. He gaze fell down to the table and he
became quiet. Had I somehow offended him? Or was he just insane? What was
it that he was about to say, but didn't finish?

"What's wrong Thomas? You were saying `that's why...' Why what?"

He just looked at me and suddenly seemed so uncertain. It looked to like he
had something on his mind but didn't dare say it out loud. He looked back
up at me but the joy was gone from his eyes. He took a deep breath and
visibly calmed down.

"Look Alex. Things sometimes happen that you did not plan. Unexpected
things like the wording that just popped into your head. Are you
following?"

I just nodded in response.

"As you grow older you will be better able to understand whether it's a
good or bad idea to act on the feeling, the urge or whatever is coming into
your mind. I guess experience gives you the ability to see the consequences
before you act"

"I'm still with you Thomas"

"Good. However, once in a while you can get overwhelmed by a need or
feeling. Even if you know it is wrong and has a high probability to give
unwanted consequences, you just can't help yourself. If you are a teenager
you might get away with it but as an adult you know better"

"Now you are beginning to loose me Thomas. Where is this going?"

"I am sorry Alex. I just don't know how to explain it"

Again his eyes fell down and he exhaled strongly. Something was bothering
him and he didn't seem to know how to tell me what it was. I was more
confused now than ever. With a sudden move he grabbed my hand and pulled me
closer across the table. When he spoke it was in a very low voice, almost a
whisper;

"Alex. I really like your company. You are young, funny and intelligent
too. That is a very rare combination these days. I would like to get to
know you better but I don't know how you would feel about that. Since I've
already decided to ignore my experience I have just this one question for
you. Would you like to come back to my place and grab a bite to eat?"

He let go of my hand and I slid back into my chair. Thoughts and emotions
were overloading my young body and mind. I had no idea who this man really
was. Sense told me to get up and run, even call for help, but there was a
feeling inside me that this was a chance I should not miss. Heck I didn't
want to miss it. Perhaps some of my questions would get an answer after
all? I lifted my head and looked straight into Thomas' eyes, and said;

"I hope you don't live too far away, because I am starving"


---To be continued ??---

This time, dear reader, I will let it be up to you to decide if you want
this story to continue or not. No point of writing more if you don't like
the beginning.

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http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/what-was-i-thinking/
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http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/joshs-savior/