From: FANCHAPHAW@DELPHI.COM
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: FCP: More than a fantasy  (m/m, minors)
Date: Aug 13 '95, 20:00

FAN CHA PHAW PRESENTS:

FROM THE ARCHIVES:

"MORE THAN A FANTASY"


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This is an adult fiction story, which consists of sex and
sexual scenes between men and boys, or boys and boys.

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MORE THAN A FANTASY
by E.F.V.



Rain spattered down on the windshield. The beach had been
a big disappointment, high-priced, but no one of interest.
Just a group of three overweight, pimply types in knee-
lengths surfing.

I had to piss...had by this time half a hard-on and was ready
to chow down as well, so I pulled into a McD's, checked
into the latrine and pulled out old Stretchy, who was halfway
up, flushed with pink at 5 1/2 inches to take a warm,
delicious-feeling piss. While letting my fantasies run wild, a
blonde, athletic type man came in and disappeared into the
toilet stall farthest away, shutting the door behind him.

The door to the latrine opened again as in walked the most
beautiful boy I had ever seen...13/14, surfer blond, muscled
with gray jams, running shoes, and the deepest, most honest
blue eyes you ever saw, transfixed, as if by a cobra by
Stretchy.

I realized the danger I was in, but Stretchy had a mind of his
own, up to his full, red, eight inches in trouble!

The ocean and the sky were in the boy's wide open eyes.
The growing bulge sticking upward inside his navy/gray
jams told the full story. This kid was the face of God! The
whole ball of wax! The whole nine yards!

I could feel five days of cum welling up inside my guts.
Stretchy was fully ready to spew it out on cue. The boy slid
quietly behind me, pulling his strong, delicate hands gently
on my hips and went to the toilet stall facing me. He pulled
his jams down to his ankles and revealed his perfect,
muscular legs and stomach. He stood up and out beautifully
under his baggy white underwear, which he dropped to the
same place as the jams, showing off in all his glory, a
perfect, rock- hard, delicate, pink 7 inch boy cock with a
large slitted cherry-shaped pink/purple head.

He slipped his delicate, well shaped hand and fingers around
it and gave half a dozen fast pumps. His slit widened into a
tight, fire red hole dripping with youthful pre-cum. Then his
thick, white, creamy cum pumped out of him like lava from
a volcano.

Within ten seconds, I had done likewise, gulping for breath,
my insides creaming out of me as if through a deep well, like
nothing I've experienced since I was 13...14...myself??

Amazing how a beautiful boy's sexuality can suddenly jump
into an old man.

The other toilet flushed and panic gripped up both as we
rushed to stuff our swollen organs into hiding and do a fast
disappearing act.

Quickly, I was inside ordering my burger, trying not to look
at anyone. While eating, our eyes met, nervous smiles, fear
and desire. We were both trembling a bit after that
awesomely wondrous sexperience, knowing we would
never meet again in a million years.


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