Date: Tue, 22 Aug 2006 10:24:34 EDT
From: TrevorJNUK@aol.com
Subject: Raw Love  Part 1

I was getting ready to meet him. Checking myself in the mirror, I
considered what we might be doing together later. I wasn't exactly sure
what he was into. I was wearing a green collared shirt and nicely-fitting
jeans that showed off my 27" boyish waist and tiny bubble of a bum. I had
just turned seventeen that week.

We arranged to meet in a bar called Rupert Street in Soho. I had been
getting into bars late into my fifteenth year; the doormen were blatantly
flouting licensing laws for a fresh chicken. I'm 5'7", slim-built,
dark-haired with boyish looks and smooth-skinned. I soon realised that
being in a gay environment and looking like this tends to provoke varying
degrees of attention. I tried not to be precocious with it but sometimes it
can be overwhelming.

The setting was nice, slightly more up-market than most Soho bars. Not
quite plush but clean and pricey. It was the middle of summer 2003, warm
and humid, but not sweaty. All I knew about the man I was meeting was his
name and age, in his picture I was starting to think I could see a wedding
ring. Eeek!

His name was Eric, and he was forty years old. He arrived shortly after me
and approached me at the bar. I was taken aback. In person he had looks
that can blow a lad like me away. He stood at 6' - but the real difference
was his build. I'm a slender, boyish lad, and him with broad, muscular
shoulders and a very thick waist. An easy smile was set on his
strongly-featured face. Sparkling, hypnotizing blue eyes, a square jaw, and
sexy, salt-and-pepper hair to top it off.

"Hey, so you're Eric?" I asked, noticing his eyes drinking in the image of
this slim, smooth boy in front of him. He seemed to relax as if something
had been confirmed. Small talk ensued, what I was studying, what he did for
work, our basic likes and dislikes regarding people and music, etc.

The bar was getting busier, and the music was getting better. Modern songs
where unlike the classics, rhythm and baselines are top priority. I had had
a couple of drinks, and I'd noticed he was taking a long time to finish his
off. I'm not the shy type as it is, but the alcohol had made me feel that
bit sexier. I put myself in his personal space, and turned to face away
from him. As he was perched on the stool, my denim-clad bubble butt was
mere inches from his masculine, heavy-set groin. In time with the music, my
boyish bum brushed back and forth over his crotch area. I heard him gasp
from behind me, obviously quite taken-aback by my approach. "Josh...," he
whispered, "you're my dream boy" as I felt his big male hand grasp at my
tiny waist.

It was at this moment that I first became acquainted with what Eric had
between his thick and muscular thighs. He pulled me into his groin firmly,
and I felt his engorged weapon throb against the seam of my jeans. Now was
my turn to gasp. Only fabric was keeping his monster of a cock from rubbing
against my clean, hairless boy-hole - I could feel the large mushroom head
and thick shaft. He groaned and asked, "What are you thinking about now,
cute little lad?"

I turned to look at him and perched myself on his lap. His eyes got me
again. "Sso..y-you're married?" I enquired. My voice was shaking with
intrigue and excitement.

"That's right. I moved over here from Boston to be with her when I
was... heck, when I was twenty years old! Is there a problem, does that
bother you..?" His voice went down by a few octaves and he looked at me
imploringly.

I floundered, but I wanted to be honest with him. It might help in the long
run. "Don't think badly of me for this.." I began. "But, there's something
about it that I like. It kind of proves to me that you're a real man..."

He grinned and his face lit up - "Hey, I know what you're saying, boy. It
takes a strong man to father four children, doesn't it?" As he said this
his eyes flashed and he knew he'd gotten me. I'd noticed him enunciate the
words "strong" and "man" slightly more than the others. The thought of this
strong, virile man unleashing his potent semen ten inches deep into my
smooth young body made my tummy flip-flop all over the place.

My eyes lowered to his broad, firm chest - down to his manly paunch, which,
to my liking, was quite large but also very firm. I didn't think he was a
gym bunny, but he must have kept in shape. And he certainly knew what boys
like me tend to enjoy. He curled a hand around the small of my back, my
slender waist fitting it nicely. I moaned involuntarily, and as if on
auto-pilot, my head went back slightly, the curve of my body fitting his
large physique with ample room to spare. Both my firm fleshy buttocks
fitted it into his one large hand. His other hand rested on my knee, I had
my hands clasped behind his shoulders. He began to talk, his soft American
tones working wonders on my senses. "Josh, young man, you are driving me
crazy," he laughed, "May I kiss you?"


More to come soon

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