Date: Mon, 4 Apr 2016 06:52:05 -0700
From: Charles Cox <nobletruth42@gmail.com>
Subject: Love At The Fair prt 1 ( Adult Youth)

I pulled into the camp grounds of the local Pagan event. I was filled with
excitement and hope. Excitement cause this was my first Pagan event, hope
cause this was the time of Beltane, when people threw caution to the wind
and hooked up with a total stranger. I had hoped to meet a hot, young stud.

To tell you a little about me, Im 33 with short dark blond hair, green
eyes, stash and goatee. Im a big guy, what would be considered in the
"chub" looking for a hot "chaser". Im not very big "down South" either.
Hard my dick is only 4 or 5 inches.

I walked across the feild where they were setting up logs for a huge
bondfire later that night. It was only 8 oclock and already people were
milling about or setting up theyre tents. I had the good fortune to get a
room at the local motel. I smiled when I looked down and noticed that the
morning sun glinted off my silver Pentacle. I dedicated myself to The Craft
about a month ago asa solitary.

There were different groups in various garbs. A group of nerdy looking guys
in star trek uniforms, a group of fair maidens in peasant clothes with
ribbons in theyre hair. One group caught my eye. They were young college
age guys who were shirtless with big green Celtic crosses painted on their
smooth, muscular chests. One of them was shorter than the others. His long
straight brown hair blew across his handsome face. He looked to be about 19
with dark eyes, good looks and a lean, toned swimmers build.

I walked around looking at the various vendors selling their wares. I
bought a silver chalace and some chrystals for my Altar at home. As I
walked to my car, I noticed the group of handsome guys leaning up against
an old VW bus laughing and smoking. They occasionally looked my way and
smiled. I didnt see the little cutie with them. I put my stuff in the back
seat and as I turned around, I was startled to see him standing there.

"Hi!" he exclaimed, his thin red lips curlung up into a smile. "Hello". He
looked down at his feet. He, like his freinds was dressed in tight leather
pants and boots. "Im Brandon" he said, his dark eyes rising to meet mine.
"Stephen". I offered my hand and felt a tingle in my "down there place" as
his soft, long fingers wrapped around mine. We chatted forxa few minutes. I
learned Bradon was infact 19, the youngest of his group to attend their
university. "Do you have a magical name?" he asked. I nodded. "Rowen". He
smiled. "Mines Raven Greenwood". A magical name is a name we choose when we
dedicate ourselves to The Craft.

The day wore on. I watched a few workshops and as the sky turned shades of
purple and pink, the bondfire was lit. I had had a full day and was staying
for the next two culminating in a Beltane and Full Moon ritual. I decided
to head back to my motel room and get some rest. Again, as I got to my car,
I noticed Brandon and his freinds standing around their van. Brandon
trotted over. "Leaving so soon?" he asked looking up at me. I nodded. "Im
bushed but Ill be back tomarrow". Brandon grinned. "Come find us. The guys
wanna meet you!" I smiled. Then Brandon did something unexpected. He stood
on his tipytoes and kissed my cheek. "See you tomarrow handsome!" I watched
his perfect, round ass wiggle in those tight pants as he went back to his
freinds, who laughed and gave him a high five.

To be continued....