Date: Thu, 31 May 2012 10:10:27 +0100 (BST)
From: Gee LEES <gee572003@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: UNEXPECTED VISITOR 3

This is the third of a series of stories under this title.  Thanks to
everyone who has written to me: their comments are appreciated, and I'm
glad the stories are enjoyed.  These are my other stories on NIFTY, and
where you will find them:

SWISS JOURNEY		ENCOUNTERS				JAN 2012

SHAMUS 			GAY BEGINNINGS/URINATION		JAN 2012

SUMMER WET FUN 		URINATION/ENCOUNTERS			FEB 2012

UNEXPECTED SURPRISE	URINATION				JAN 2012

UNEXPECTED VISITOR 1	ADULT/YOUTH				MAY 2012

UNEXPECTED VISITOR 2	ADULT/YOUTH				MAY 2012

Unexpected Surprise was originally "SAUNA SURPRISE" but NIFTY already had a
story with that title, so changed it to avoid confusion.

Finally, if you enjoy these stories, please remember that NIFTY needs
donations to keep the site going: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html is
the link.

UNEXPECTED VISITOR 3

By the time we left for Axel's first trip into central London it was early
afternoon, so our earlier plan to have a quick bus ride into town was the
best we could do in the time available.  Within minutes of Axel's aunt
ringing to say they would be home by 6pm, we were heading along the
Bayswater Road towards the West End.  The bus was one of London's famous
ROUTEMASTERS, then still quite numerous, and we were lucky to find it quite
empty.  The front seats upstairs were occupied with a small group of
tourists, and a few regular travellers occupied the seats in between, but
we were lucky to find the back seat empty and settled down for the views of
Notting Hill Gate, Kensington Gardens, and Hyde Park before we passed
Marble Arch and entered Oxford Street.

The bus was obviously just behind an earlier one and, for a while, no new
passengers boarded, so we had most of the top deck to ourselves.
Unconsciously, Axel put his arm around me, and kissed my cheek a couple of
times to remind me - if I needed reminding Ð that he was there, fancied me,
and was horny, as usual.  This affection was not lost on the handsome
looking West Indian bus conductor who returned to the top deck rather more
than one would have expected, bearing in mind the number of passengers on
the bus.  In (I guessed) his early thirties, he wore a casual white shirt
that hugged a well-developed body (Axel commented on the outline of his
fine pecs and the firm tits prominent under the soft white cotton shirt).
He wore grey trousers, which fitted his arse perfectly and showed of two
gorgeous pert buns.  In front, a firm package seemed to strain at every
movement and, when he stood at the top of the stairs to see passengers
alighting and boarding, he made a point of holding his hands in his pockets
and stroking the outline of his cock with his fingers.  After a few stops,
he asked whether we were visitors and I explained that Axel was from
Denmark visiting for the first time, but that I lived in London.  As this
was going on, Axel continued to place his arm around my shoulder and his
leg pressed against mine to let me know that he sensed there was something
brewing.

We indulged in small chat about the tourist spots and where we should
visit, and then the conductor moved the game forward by asking where we
were staying.  I explained where I lived in Notting Hill and he was pleased
to tell us that that was very near to where he lived.  Again, Axel's leg
pressed against mine, and a knowing nudge told me he was interested in
taking this further, as I obviously was.  I said we would have to look out
for him, and he said that would be nice.  As we were by then moving down
the busy Oxford Street, the conductor had to move around the bus to collect
fares, and it was left to us to work out how best to keep in touch.  I
decided that the easiest way was probably the best: just write my name and
phone number on a piece of paper and pass it to him as we alighted.  The
only piece of paper available was a discarded ticket so I wrote my name and
phone number on the back of it and, as we left the bus to see Trafalgar
Square, I gave it to our new acquaintance and said to call if he wanted to
keep in touch.  With a broad smile, he assured us that he would, and we
said "cheerio" and joined the band of visitors crowding the Square.

From Trafalgar Square, we walked along Whitehall, saw the Houses of
Parliament and then doubled back to cross Horse Guards and into St James'
Park for the lovely walk to see Buckingham Palace.  We diverted into one of
the public toilets that skirt the park, known colloquially as "cottages",
for a much needed piss. As the cottage was empty, Axel took my cock in his
hand and pulled me to him, needless to say sporting an already rock-hard
cock.  We deep kissed, and would have done more but the sound of a group of
teenagers entering the toilet prevented us.  Instead, we turned to the
urinals and did the business we had gone in for, although it took longer
because of our erections!  Luckily, the teenagers were too busy relieving
themselves to notice our aroused state, and we took pleasure in seeing them
unconsciously emptying their bladders Ð with more than one sporting semi
piss-hards.

Our walk through the park was pleasant, and I enjoyed the affection Axel
showed as we walked, oblivious to the people around us.  After a stop for
coffee, we got a bus from Hyde Park Corner and headed for home.  However,
as we reached Marble Arch again, I saw that the Bayswater Road was blocked
with traffic so, anxious that we should be home before his Aunt, we
alighted and went on to the Undergound to speed our journey.  By then, the
rush hour was well under way, and we had to push to get into an already
crowed train.  I finished up with Axel in front with his back to me and
felt his firm arse cheeks through his thin cotton shorts.  My immediate
erection was met by a push back from him, so my cock slid between his
cheeks.  I was tempted to pull his shorts down there and then but thought
better of it.  Nevertheless, as the train pulled out, and rocked over some
points, I managed to get my hands under his shorts and grasp his pert arse
as I pushed my cock against him.  I whispered into his ear: "I want to fuck
you soon" and was rewarded by another push back and a grunt of approval.
At the first stop, enough of the crowd alighted to enable Axel to turn
towards me, so our rock-hard cocks pressed against each other.  But that
was not enough for the ever rampant Axel: the next thing I knew was that he
had moved one of his hands in between us, pulled the buttons of my shorts
apart and grabbed hold of my cock and balls.  I felt his own erection
straining against his shorts and would have loved to get my hands on it but
the approach to our stop put paid to any further activity.  "Just you
wait!" I muttered as we fell out of the train and left the station.

The walk from the station enabled us to compose ourselves and we arrived
home hoping that Aunty would still be on the way.  Our luck was in, and
there was no answer when we rang her doorbell, so I took Axel in and
immediately pulled his shorts down to work on his lovely sexy arse.
Instinctively, he bent over, and I wasted no time in getting down and
putting my tongue to work.  The hot afternoon, and the excitement of the
journey had made his crack nice and sweaty, and I commenced broad sweeps
down and along his crack to his rosebud, which readily opened up in
response.  Putting my hand round his front, I grabbed Axel's hot rod and
balls, and he moved his hands back to spread his buns apart.  "Fuck me
now. PLEASE!"  My tongue dug deep into his juicy hole, well lubricated from
the sweat and my spit and I knew I would have no difficulty in entering his
fantastic hole.  I let my shorts drop and Axel spun round to take my cock
in his mouth to make it nice and wet.  I turned him round again and bent
him over.  Without hesitating, I plunged deep inside him, and paused a
moment before starting an urgent and intensive fuck.  Axel's shouts of
pleasure were encouragement to keep up the pace, and it was not long before
I felt my cum starting to rise.  I shouted to Axel that I was ready and he
responded: "Fill me with all you've got".  That was enough: I started to
shoot a load and felt it hit the sides of his hole as I continued to fuck
him.  Axel pushed back against me, encouraging me to push harder as he
started to cum himself Ð threads of beautiful white cream shooting out in
front of him.  My cock gradually started to soften and, to bring this
marvellous but short session to a close, I released a few spurts of piss to
mix with my cum before pulling out, bending down to tongue his hole to
savour the escaping juices, and slapping his arse with the command "into
the shower: Aunty will be back any minute!"

Axel complied, and I cleaned up the remains of his cum from the carpet
before joining him for a quick but refreshing shower.  Within minutes of
drying off and dressing again, the doorbell rang, and it was his Aunt,
ready to take her nephew into her home at last.  I invited her and her
husband in for a drink, and we chatted about their journey and the problems
with their car, and of course how Axel had behaved in their absence.  I
assured them that he had behaved impeccably, and that it was a pleasure to
have him stay.  Axel joined in by reporting on our trip out that afternoon,
adding that I was going to show him more of London during his stay.  Aunty
was very pleased and glad that there was someone to accompany him; she had
been concerned that her work and that of her husband meant that they
wouldn't be able to spend much time with him during the week.  She invited
me in for dinner later, so we could discuss plans, and I readily accepted:
I liked being with her young, horny, rampant, good looking, self-assured
nephew, so the opportunity to be with him for the evening was welcome.

The evening was warm, so we dined in my neighbour's garden with Axel
looking particularly horny and sexy in a white T-shirt and blue shorts.  I
noticed that he now wore underwear, no doubt in deference to his Aunt and
Uncle who, unlike me, wouldn't be keen to see a 17 year old showing a
massive and almost continuous erection!  Even so, it did not take much to
tell that Axel was his horny usual self during the meal.

We talked about the places we might visit but decided that we would make
our minds up as to where to go each day depending on the weather, and how
energetic we felt.  Soon, I sensed that my friends were getting tired after
their journey, so thanked them for the meal, bade them goodnight, and said
for Axel to call in as soon as he was ready in the morning.

I went back indoors, and poured a glass of wine for a nightcap to reflect
on this unexpected but fantastic couple of days, and what the following few
days would hold.  I decided to call work in the morning and extend the few
days off to the end of the week; I had the leave to come and didn't want to
miss any time with my new friend.  With that, I took myself to bed for a
much needed deep sleep and, of course, had sweet dreams about my Unexpected
Visitor.