Date: Tue, 30 May 2000 19:58:25 GMT
From: Limo Man <chub_bi@hotmail.com>
Subject: WAITING FOR SOMEONE
The usual warnings:
- if you are under 18, leave now.
- if you are offended by fiction involving sex between a man and a
teen, leave now.
- if such a fictional story is illegal where you live, leave now.
Otherwise, enjoy.
Waiting For Someone
I am standing in the hotel parking lot; staring out at the road;
waiting; hoping. How did I get here? What am I waiting for? I have a
pain in my heart worse than anything I have ever felt. I am sixteen. At
sixteen, broken hearts come easily. Pain is inevitable. No kid my age
ever falls in love a little bit. Every girl is the one you are going to
marry and raise kids with, especially in the small farming community I live
in. There is no half way.
So, why am I standing here? Her name is Mary. She is my girl. We
have been an item for two years. Mary is beautiful and two years older
than me. Odd that a beautiful eighteen year old girl is dating a sixteen
year old boy? Not really. I am considered a "catch". My name is Amir.
My Arabic background has given me a permanent tan and the striking good
looks of my nomadic ancestors. I have been told I am the best looking boy
in our high school. I am five ten; a good six inches taller than Mary. I
have lived in this small Ontario town for four years. And, oh yes, my
parents are filthy rich. My father is under contract to one of the
wealthiest Arabs in the world and has managed to make a fortune off of the
deal. I am the only kid at school driving a 2000 Porsche.
It is Prom Night. Mary is graduating and going on to University. I
will be stuck in high school for another two years. The evening has
included dinner at a restaurant with four other couples. The dance in the
school gym afterwards was great. Mary and I danced every dance. At
midnight, the ten of us climbed into our limo and headed for our rented
hotel rooms. We changed out of our formal attire and were ready for a
night of cruisin' and boozin'. We had the limo until 3:00 a.m. and planned
to make the most of it. There was a good supply of liquor and beer. It
did not take me long to get drunk. In my native country, alcohol was
banned. So, I was not really used to drinking.
Mary also drank a lot. We were happy together, cuddling in the limo
and getting ready for the high point of our night. The five couples each
had hotel rooms booked at the Holiday Inn and I am sure they all had
similar plans. Mary and I had never made love. We had fooled around a lot
but never gone "all the way" as Mary called it. Tonight was to be "the
night". We were going to go all the way. I was still a virgin and I was
nervous as hell. The beer helped to calm me a bit, but I was trying to be
careful not to drink too much. I wanted this night to be the best ever for
both of us.
So why am I standing by the side of the road staring into space? At
about 1:30 a.m., we had stopped at a farm where the biggest of the
after-Prom parties was taking place. Mary was drunk and soon disappeared.
In a panic, I hunted for her. It was getting late. The limo was leaving
at 2:30 to take us back to the hotel. I hunted everywhere for her.
Then I found her. She was in the barn. She was not alone. Tears
burned my eyes and blurred my vision. I wanted to scream. Mary was lying
in the hay. She was naked. On top of her was a guy I recognized. He
worked at one of the local gas stations. He was at least 20 years old.
And they were doing "it". I couldn't even form the words in my head. The
pain stabbing through my heart was unbearable. For a brief second, anger
welled up in me.
I wanted to kill this guy who had taken my Mary from me.
But, I was not a fighter. I turned and ran. I crashed through the
crowds of kids until I found a spot where I could be alone. I cried more
than I would ever cry again. My heart was broken. I stumbled back to the
limo and leaned against it. I stared into space. I stared at all the
happy kids and hated them for it. Bile rose in my throat and I threw up.
As I doubled over, my guts came spilling out.
I felt a hand on my back. It was a large, gentle hand. As I finished
spewing, I could feel the hand gently rubbing in circles around my back. I
stood up and looked at the owner of the hand. It belonged to Dave, our
limo drive. He was an older, bear of a man with graying hair and a gray
moustache. As I looked at him, he handed me a bottle of water. He told me
to rinse my mouth and spit it out. I did as I was told. When I had washed
the bitterness from my mouth, Dave helped me into the limo. I sat and
waited for the others.
As they started arriving , they got worried that Mary wasn't with me.
I couldn't tell them why or where she was. It hurt too bad. They set out
to find her. After searching and not finding her, they eventually returned
to the car. I couldn't tell them where she was. I didn't want anyone to
know. It was my pain and I would bear it alone.
We head back to the hotel. I am the first out of the limo. As the
others unload their stuff and head happily for their rooms, I stand,
staring. The others are gone. Up in their rooms doing things that I don't
even want to imagine. The things that Mary and I should be doing right
now. For the first time. Tears are filling my eyes again. If a car
drives by, I will throw myself in front of it. It is the only way I can
think of to end the pain. But it is 3:00 a.m. There are no cars.
That gentle hand is on my shoulder. Dave has been patiently waiting
to see what I am going to do.
"Do you want to go to your room," he asks?
"No," I almost scream out the word. That is the last place I want to
go.
"Do you want to ride around a bit," he asks?
I don't answer. I stumble towards the open door of the limo and crash
onto the back seat. The door closes and we are off on a trip to wherever.
I don't care. Maybe I could forget. But I can never forget - who am I
kidding.
I don't know how long we have been driving. I am aware that the limo
has stopped. I hear rather than see the door open. Someone slides in
beside me and the door closes. I can see through the tears that it is
Dave. He is putting his arm around me and pulling my head to his shoulder.
His fingers are running through my short black hair as he tries to soothe
some of my pain. My body shudders violently against him as sobs wrack my
lean frame. Dave is so gentle.
I close my eyes and I imagine that I am with Mary. I am imagining
that what I saw was not real. Just a bad dream. Mary and I are together.
I am suddenly shocked awake by the lips brushing mine. The prickling of a
moustache against my upper lip. And then the feeling is gone. It is like
a father comforting his son in a moment of grief. And I feel a tiny bit
better. I am wishing for those lips to brush mine again. Somewhere inside
of me is a need that must be filled. I don't know what it is. I don't
understand it. It is just there.
The soft lips are again upon mine. The moustache tickles and I almost
laugh. The brushing of the lips becomes a kiss. The lips press against
mine. There is life in these lips as they work against mine. I am puzzled
by this kiss; but somehow not alarmed or frightened by it. My soul is in
great need of comfort and soothing. And these lips are a comfort and are
soothing me into - oblivion. Some of my hurt is leaving me through these
tender lips.
The lips are more insistent, now. I feel my own lips start to move.
I am kissing back. My lips part and I feel a tongue slide inside my mouth.
It is wet and it is warm and it is soothing as it caresses my own tongue.
My tongue starts to move against the pleasant intruder. I caress it and
feel its warmth and taste its sweetness.
My mind is screaming that there is something wrong with what is
happening to me. I am not gay. I have never thought about kissing another
male - let alone someone old enough to be my father; maybe even my
grandfather. But my body is screaming for attention; for tenderness; for
compassion. And for passion. Any objections from my brain are being
quickly overruled by the feelings in my body.
I am pushing my tongue through parted lips into the other mouth. I
can't help myself. It just feels like the right thing to do. My eyes are
still tightly closed. I am afraid that if I see who I am kissing, I will
get scared and lose my nerve. And right now, I don't want to lose my
nerve. For some reason, I need this attention to ease the pain that has
threatened to destroy me.
My tongue finds the other tongue and caresses it gently; tasting and
feeling the slightly rough surface. I push my tongue in harder. I want to
be deep inside this mouth; to possess it; and finally to be swallowed up by
it. My tongue has a mind of its own. It darts and thrusts and plays with
the other tongue. Heat is building in my body. I do not recognize it yet,
but it is the heat of my teenage passion.
I feel a hand on my chest, rubbing the outside of my shirt. I am
being caressed. Strong, gentle fingers seek out my nipples, teasing them
until they are hard. They are so hard, the feel of my shirt over top of
them hurts their sensitive tips. The words form in my mouth, without any
conscious thought on my part; as my lips pull free from the sweet mouth I
have been kissing.
"Take it off," the words barely audible. "Please!"
"Are you sure, Amir," says the other voice?
I can only nod my head. Fingers are working at the buttons on my
shirt. A hand slips inside the opening in my shirt. It feels hot against
my skin. This time, nothing stands between the gentle fingertips and my
hard nipples. They become like bullets. I push my chest forward, trying
to communicate my needs. The fingers are squeezing my little bullets;
pinching them; massaging them; rolling them between firm fingertips.
Hands reach for my shirt, pushing it up and off of my shoulders.
Without opening my eyes, I lean forward. Strong hands slide the shirt off
of my shoulders and down my back. My cuffs are being unbuttoned. The
shirt falls to the seat. I lean back. The soft, cool, black leather of
the seats soothes and cools my hot flesh.
I feel Dave shift on the seat beside me. His lips are on my nipple.
I can feel his tongue licking around the dark circle and over the top of my
hard tip. I feel his lips close over my nipple as he sucks it into his
mouth. I arch my body, trying to force more of myself into Dave's mouth.
Teeth nip gently and almost painfully on the sensitive swollen bud. I
cannot believe how sensitive it is. It sends currents of pleasure coursing
through my flesh.
His mouth is on my other nipple, teasing it into rock hardness. I
cannot get enough. My hands are on the back of Dave's head. I am pushing
him hard against my chest. I want to be consumed; to be eaten alive; until
nothing remains. I feel a strange stirring in my body; familiar but
somehow new and exciting. I feel my penis awakening in my tight briefs.
Straining at the fabric. How can a man make me feel like this? Up until
now, only Mary had been able to excite me like this. My mind spins in
ecstatic confusion. It is becoming very hard to breathe as these new
feelings overtake me.
Dave's mouth is wandering below my hard nipples. His tongue is
licking my belly button. It tickles. I want to laugh but that would use
up precious air that I need just to breathe. It feels so good. I can feel
his rough tongue as it teases the sensitive flesh along the top edge of my
pants. He is licking along it, tickling the sensitive flesh on my sides.
My body squirms in the seat.
I feel his hand, once again. It is on the front of my pants. It
massages to the left of my penis and then to the right. I feel his hand
brushing the fabric directly over my throbbing organ. I want him to touch
it; to hold it. I feel his strong fingers as they close around my
stiffness. Slowly, the hand moves back and forth along me as the fingers
increase their pressure on my stiffness. My penis leaps forward at his
touch. It wants to be touched. It wants to be free. Once again, my
unconscious voice takes over.
"Take my pants off," I gasp. "Please!"
"If you want me to," Dave's voice answers.
His hand is on my belt buckle. The buckle comes undone. His fingers
undo the clasp at the top of my shorts. His fingers work at my zipper. I
can feel it sliding down, slowly. My penis presses hard against my briefs,
sensing freedom. I raise my hips. Firm hands grasp my shorts and slide
them down. My hips remain in the air; telling him, without words, that he
can have my briefs, as well. I feel the fabric of my briefs brushing
across the tip of my penis as they are slid off my body. My body sinks
back against the seat I lift my legs, allowing Dave to remove my shorts and
briefs. His fingers tickle as my socks are removed. I am naked.
It feels wonderful to be free of my clothing. To be here with this
gentle man.
For the first time, I open my eyes and allow myself to look at him.
He is taller than me. His body is huge next to my slender boyish body. My
waist is slim while his carries the weight of middle age. My chest is
smooth with a few jet black hairs between my nipples. There is a thin line
of dark hair down my golden brown skin; running from my belly button to the
raised mound above my penis. A small patch of black hair sits above my
penis, covering the mound.
My penis is almost seven inches long in its present hard state. Like
every vain boy, I had measured it while standing in front of the mirror in
the bathroom. It is a beautiful penis, fully intact and uncut. It has a
gentle upward curve as it nestles in my pubic hair, almost touching my
stomach. It is so hard, I can see the blood throbbing in the veins that
lurk just beneath the brown skin. It is a beautiful penis even if I do say
so myself.
Beneath the base of my penis are two large balls held tightly against
my body in their wrinkled brown sac. There are a few hairs sprinkled over
them and a few beneath the base. My long legs stretch out in front of me.
They are the same golden brown as the rest of my body. My thigh and calf
muscles are firm and hard from years of playing soccer. My feet are long
and slender - almost too big for the rest of my body.
I realize that while I have been looking at myself, so has Dave.
"You are so beautiful," he says. "I have never seen such a perfect
body!"
Under my brown skin, I blush in embarrassment as the blood rushes to
my face. It is strange to have a man admiring my naked body. But I am
becoming very comfortable with it. I look him in the eyes and see the
kindness. I realize that he is probably enjoying this. But I also feel
that he knew that I needed the emotional and physical contact of another
human being.
"Take your clothes off, Dave," I whisper. I cannot believe that I
have suddenly gotten so bold.
I help him undo his tie and remove his shirt. I undo his pants and
together, we pull them off. His briefs come off last. His large,
semi-erect penis springs from a bush of brown hair. It is longer than mine
and much thicker. For a moment, I am jealous. Dave's body is large but in
a pleasant sort of way. He seems very comfortable with his size. There is
no embarrassment at being overweight.
Dave is slipping to the floor; on his knees; between my brown legs.
His body is pale in contrast. I know what he is about to do and I am ready
for it. In fact, I want it probably as much as he does. I spread my legs
and give him complete access to my privates. My penis throbs in
anticipation. My brain has long since given up its protests. It is ready
to accept and enjoy whatever it is that Dave has in store for me.
I watch as he takes me in his strong hand. His fingers slide up and
down the smooth skin. He is getting the feel of it; judging its length and
thickness. His fingertips drive me crazy as they brush ever so lightly up
and down my shaft. How can such a big man have such a gentle touch? The
pleasure is almost unbearable as fingers caress my dark red head through my
foreskin. I almost pass out as they brush across the small tip protruding
from the skin.
Dave gently slides the skin all the way down my head until it forms a
collar beneath.
A bead of white liquid forms in the slit in the center of my ruby
head.
It sits like a pearl, glistening in the dim light. I watch as Dave bends
forward. His tongue sweeps across the opening. It gathers in the white
liquid and it is gone. My penis throbs at the gentle, fleeting touch and
gleams from the wetness left behind.
"Suck my cock, please," I moan! I cannot believe that I have spoken
those words. I have never used such words before. Not even at school. It
was not acceptable in my family and I always honored that. So where did
this come from? Why am I begging this man to perform this act that is so
foreign to me? I do not know. I only know that I want to be in his mouth.
That I need to be in his mouth.
Dave leans forward again. My cock jumps at the touch of his tongue as
it sweeps gently across my slit. It moves around my head in ever widening
circles. It is moving down to the ridge that surrounds my swollen head.
As each new pearl of white liquid appears, the tongue sweeps upwards and
gathers it in.
The tongue is beneath the ridge. It is so sensitive that I fear I
will pass out from the intense pleasure. Nothing in my life has ever felt
this good before. The tongue licks all around my ridge, sending shivers of
delight through my entire body. Dave's finger reaches to my swollen tip;
gathering a bead of white fluid from my slit. He lifts it to my mouth.
"Have you ever tasted your cum," he asks?
"No," I whisper.
I part my lips to allow his finger inside. I taste the liquid - my
own cum - it is salty and sweet at the same time. It tastes good and I
suck his finger to get it all.
Once again, Dave's tongue works at my stiff cock. It is moving down and
around my hard brown shaft. Each stroke, each touch takes my breath away.
I am being bathed in his saliva and my cock glistens in its sticky coating.
He reaches the hair at the base. The tongue licks the hard mound and
dampens my curly black hair. It wanders around the base and makes its way
to the two large orbs that nestle in their protective sheath. The skin is
no longer wrinkled. My sac has tightened around my balls, clearly
outlining their shape. Dave's tongue licks them through the thin membrane.
The feeling is intense. I am impatient. Dave's slow progress is driving
me crazy. I want to grab my cock and beat it until my needs are satisfied.
But I wait.
A shiver runs up my spine as my left ball disappears into Dave's
mouth; sucked in with a slight slurping noise. The suction of his mouth
and the feel of his tongue combine to send me into another world. A world
where there is no pain - only pleasure. My ball is popped free and the
other takes its place. It is sucked and caressed until it too is released
from the warm wet mouth. The two wet orbs glisten with saliva as they
cuddle beneath my shaft.
"I want you to move to the other seat," Dave's voice says in the
semi-darkness.
With his help, I stretch out on my back on the long seat that runs
along the side of the limo. Dave moves in between my legs. He is now over
my groin.
"Suck me, please," I beg. Needing to find release from the agony of
my pleasure.
"All in good time," he answers.
He pushes my legs almost to my chest. His tongue finds the ridge
beneath my balls and starts to lick its way downward. I cannot even
imagine what he is about to do.
Dave's tongue works its way into the crack between my smooth brown
cheeks. His fingers pull my cheeks apart as his tongue slides towards its
target. My mind races as I start to envision what he is going to do. But
I have made up my mind to give myself to him - totally and completely. For
some reason, I trust this man. He will not hurt me.
His tongue reaches my puckered anus. As it licks around the opening,
I feel myself pushing towards his mouth. I want his tongue inside me. I
feel it push gently at my tight opening. My body resists but slowly loses
ground to the probing of this stranger. My anus tries to grip his tongue;
to prevent its entry; but to no avail. I can feel the warm wetness as it
slides beyond my anus, sending shockwaves through my body. The tongue
reaches as far as it will go. My tight ring holds it tightly. That which
it sought to prevent, it now tries to hold onto forever.
The tongue starts to slide back and forth. My body arches and I try
to swallow the tongue; the mouth; the whole face. I want to possess it and
never let it go. My body is hot and in spasms of pleasure that it has
never know before. The tongue slips in and out as I become looser and wet
with saliva. I sense that I am reaching my climax. My body is tightening.
My balls almost disappear into my body.
Dave senses it too, as he pulls free from my tight grip. He does not
go directly to my hard cock. His hands caress my thighs. The feeling of
imminent release subsides somewhat. I fall back onto the seat, waiting for
Dave to continue.
I do not have to wait long. His mouth is poised over my throbbing
cock. Slowly, his mouth pushes down onto my head. His lips are partly
closed and my head forces its way through the narrow opening. The mouth
stops as it reaches my sensitive swollen ridge. I am being held in the
warmth of Dave's wet mouth. My cock jumps as his tongue swirls around its
head. Once again, I feel myself rising rapidly to the brink.
Dave pushes his mouth down over my head; down my shaft. I feel my
throbbing head deep in his throat. The pleasure is almost too much to bear
as he tries to swallow me. Jolts of electricity flash through my flesh.
It feels like my whole body is charged with some unknown energy. Dave's
mouth moves back up my shaft. His lips and tongue caress my swollen red
head as he pulls almost off of it. Then he pushes down again, enveloping
me. His mouth continues its up and down motion until I am almost screaming
from the ecstasy.
I can feel the swelling of my cock as it prepares to unload its seed.
The skin around my balls is so tight, it hurts. As Dave pumps up and down,
I can feel the sperm rising. My hips pump into his face. I can wait no
longer. My body must rid itself of this huge load.
I feel the first wave of pleasure grip my entire body. I feel my
sperm shooting into Dave's throat. I fill his mouth and it is gone;
swallowed. I fill it again and again. The pleasure surges through me as
wave after wave washes over me. Dave continues to pump and suck on my
swollen cock. He consumes all of my boy juices and still looks for more.
I have never felt such pleasure. My hips buck as I fire one last load deep
into his throat. The pleasure is so intense, I feel myself passing out.
It is dark. I have fainted.
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My eyes want to open. My brain is reeling. I feel dizzy. The room
is spinning. Room? I open one eye. I am in a bed. It is my hotel room.
My memory starts to return through the fuzziness in my brain. How did I
get here? My last recollection is being in the limo. Being with Dave, the
driver. My face burns as I recall what happened. But did it happen, or am
I dreaming? My thoughts turn to Mary. There is a vague remembrance of
pain and hurt; but it is all but gone now. Did I dream all of this?
"It's about time you woke up," a familiar, gentle voice.
I look to the sound. It is Dave. He is beside me in this bed. I am
naked. He is naked. He pulls me to him. Well, if this is a dream, I hope
I never wake up. Mary who?
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