Date: Sun, 10 Apr 2016 07:15:15 +0000 (UTC)
From: simon peter <simon23232@yahoo.com>
Subject: An Accidental Meeting

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An Accidental Meeting

By Simon Peter


They met by accident. It wasn't really a meeting. Jake was waiting in queue
for a movie ticket and Brad was right in front of him. Jake was
appreciating Brad's butt, bubbled in a tight pair of jeans, causing Jake's
balls to tingle. There was some jostling at the end of the line as a group
of teenagers, boisterous and noisy, joined to queue. This caused Jake's
front to accidentally brush Brad's back. Instinctively, Brad glanced
around.

That was when Jake fell in love. Brad had the most beautiful man-face Jake
had ever laid eyes on.

From the first glance, Jake was able to take Brad in. Jake's heart skipped
a couple of beats when Brad showed the hint of a smile, the slightest
pressing back of his bubble butt at Jake's crotch, before he stepped away
to the ticket counter.

Jake sauntered about inside the theater lobby, killing time, waiting for
the doors to open. At the same time, he kept an eye for Brad. He didn't
know Brad's name then yet; they hadn't uttered one word to each other. But
a volume of communication streamed between them during those two or three
seconds when their bodies touched and their eyes met. Jake's balls tingled
at the memory of the light brushing of Brad's beautiful butt onto his
crotch.

Brad was leaning at one of the columns near the doors, and Jake decided to
get some pop corn and a soda, his usual treat whenever he went to the
movies. He liked to go to the movies alone. He enjoyed watching the movie
without any obligation at conversations or comments. But now he wished Brad
was with him.

As Jake entered the theater and looked around for his seat, both hands
carrying the pop corn and soda, he saw Brad. He couldn't believe his eyes
when he realized that his seat was next to Brad's. Of course, it stood to
reason that they would be given close seats since they were right behind
each other at the ticket line. But at the time Jake honestly believed it
was divine will.

Jake took his seat, careful not spill the soda, and turned to Brad. Brad
was looking at Jake, the cutest smile on his face, Jake thought. Jake
melted.

"Like some?" Jake offered, trying to control the shaking of his hand. Brad
reached over and took some pop corn, the smile never leaving his face,
Jake's eyes glued to his beauty.

"Thanks." Brad's voice was enticing: neither gruff nor overly effeminate.

Was Jake really getting infatuated with this guy? Jake wanted him: that was
for sure. But that would have to come later. There would have to be some
time before the two men climbed into bed-if that were ever a possibility.
Jake didn't know whether Brad would climb into bed with him, whether Brad
was gay to start with, shit, whether Brad was as attracted to him as much
as he was attracted to Brad.

The two young men got introduced to each other, and the rest of the movie
went by with Jake in a trance. He couldn't pay any attention to the screen.
Using his peripheral vision, and a few sideways glances, he studied Brad's
profile, lit in a silvery sheen, absorbed in the movie. Oh, how Jake wanted
this guy. If he could only lean over and kiss those pursed lips,
concentrating, but erotically so. If he could bend him over the seat and
fuck this hot guy's bubble ass. If he...

Needless to say, Jake sustained a huge erection throughout the hour-and-a
half movie.

The two men left their seats and walked out. Again Brad walked in front of
Jake. Jake so wanted to wrap his arms around Brad's waist, press his
hardness on Brad's butt, and kiss Brad's neck. Out on the street, Brad
surprised Jake by asking if he wanted to stop by a bar for a beer. Need
Jake say that he eagerly accepted? He was also flabbergasted. He wasn't a
movie-star type of a guy. But he was not bad looking either! He felt joy,
more than joy, elation, to spend more time with hot Brad, romance him, get
him into bed, and fuck his brains out.

Brad worked in an office in the same block as where Jake also worked. They
had never met before, which was somewhat strange, since such looks and such
body as Brad's would definitely have attracted Jake's immediate attention.

They sat in a booth, sipping their beer, the conversation tending to be the
superficial average just-met chat. Out of nowhere, Brad looked straight
into Jake's eyes and with his killer smile said, "So, Jake, what do you do
for fun?"

"Fun?" Jake asked, taken by Brad's smile, not getting onto what Brad meant.

"Yea. You know. Fun."

"Well," Jake said lamely. "I read."

Oh, fuck. Why did Jake say that? He sounded so nerdy. He should have said
something smart, like travelling to exotic places, or something. Or
something leading, like watching hot guys queuing at the movie ticket line
and brushing their bubble butt with his crotch.

Brad laughed. He wasn't laughing at Jake. He was laughing merrily, like he
was really enjoying his time with Jake.

"What I meant," Brad said, his look turning mischievous, "fun as in sex."

Wow! That was pretty direct for a first meeting. But guys sometimes do
that: talk about sex and their experiences. There was nothing wrong with
that, except as it happened, Jake was out of a relationship, had been for
some time, which made him constantly horny, a walking erection.

"I jerk off." My God, Jake thought. Brad must think he was so weird; Brad
would want to get away from him. Jake was usually quite a talker, but that
evening, stupid words seemed to tumble out of his mouth.

Now Brad really laughed. "I bet that's fun," he said, trying his best not
to offend Jake. "We all jerk off, Jake," he continued.

"What about you?" Jake needed to turn the conversation from him.

"I jerk off, too, Jake." The look on Brad's face as he said this was
mischievous as well as pregnant with meaning.

"We could jerk off together." Jake had thought that this was funny, but
when he heard himself saying it, it came out so very lame that he mentally
kicked himself, again.

Brad didn't laugh this time. He placed his hand on Jake's thigh under the
table and squeezed. Oh, how Jake shook. His cock erected immediately,
straining against the fabric of his jeans, wanting out, wanting inside
Brad.

"Let's go," Jake breathed, full of lust. He wanted to fuck. He wanted to
fuck Brad.

"Tell you what, Jake," Brad was all serious now, running his hand up and
down Jake's inner thigh, killing Jake. "I'm kind of occupied tonight. My
sister is staying with me, but she is leaving tomorrow.

Tomorrow night? Rain check?"

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Jake silently exclaimed in frustration.

"We could go to my place," he insisted, bringing his hand down over Brad's,
guiding Brad's hand onto his erection, letting Brad feel how badly he
wanted him. "feel it baby," he lowered his voice. "I want you bad."

"Man, she's expecting me back," Brad said, apologetically, biting on his
lower lip as he traced Jake's hardness with visible appreciation. "Tomorrow
night, baby," he whispered back.

Jake was almost ready to shoot his load right there and then, but he had to
relent.

Brad gave Jake his address and they parted, not even a kiss, and Jake's
hard-on was raging. He masturbated like the devil slowly undressing Brad as
he stroked his hard rod, caressing Brad's ass, penetrating Brad's hole.
Jake cummed a bucketful of cream.

That was yesterday evening.

Jake was so looking forward to tonight. They had agreed to meet at 8
o'clock. It was now 6, and he just couldn't wait. He was still undressing
Brad in his mind, while rubbing on his cock, hard. He had just showered and
was standing in the middle of his apartment, naked, his 7-inch cut cock
standing erect, upwards, throbbing.

Jake stopped stroking. He didn't want to waste his juice. He wanted this
juice to fill Brad: down Brad's throat, up Brad's ass. The whole day Jake
has been fantasizing about what he would do to Brad. In a couple of hours,
seemed like eternity, he would be with Brad. How could he control himself
until then? He considered a beer, but decided against that. He didn't want
to smell of alcohol. He had splashed his favorite after shave lotion and
rubbed deodorant all over his body, Armani Code. He must smell great, for
Brad. But he couldn't stop himself from lighting a cigarette. He inhaled
deeply, forcing himself not to touch his dick. He would brush his teeth
later.

Jake envisioned Brad kneeling, sucking him off, licking his hairy balls,
running his hands inside his thighs, slurping up his hair trail, looking at
him greedily.

Oh, man, if he kept this up he might shoot his load without even touching
himself. He dressed: blue- striped briefs, jeans, polo shirt. Looking in
the mirror, he decided that he looked pretty smart, quite sexy, actually.
He was wondering how Brad would like him naked. He needed for Brad to like
him, to lust for him, to receive his cock deep inside him.

It was 8. Jake got to Brad's place. Brad buzzed him up; Jake's heart was
beating fast. Brad opened the door to his apartment and Jake walked
in. Brad was smiling, naked except for a pair of white briefs. He looked
deliciously sexy. Jake thought: I will fuck him NOW! But he held back,
somehow. His eyes feasted on Brad's hot body. Brad looked so sexy that Jake
almost fainted: smooth chest, lean and chiseled torso, hairy legs,
perfection, attractive package. AND the smile!  Jake moved towards Brad, as
if in a dream, pulling Brad to him. Tentatively, he placed his lips on
Brad's, not taking his eyes off Brad's face. Jake closed his eyes and
moaned. Oh, man, he was thinking, this hot guy wants me. Jake pressed his
body onto Brad's, one arm around the naked waist, feeling the body
heat. His other hand was at the back of Brad's head, pressing Brad's face
onto his, his tongue forcing Brad's lips to open. Jake slid into Brad's
mouth. Oh, he tasted of mint, Jake realized. Had Brad just brushed his
teeth? For him? Fuck, Jake must taste horrible, of tobacco, even though he
brushed his teeth! Shit. He should quit smoking. He pulled himself away,
not daring to think of the idea that Brad might reject him because of the
awful taste and smell of cigarettes on his breath and in his mouth.

"Let me brush my teeth," Jake whispered, his body still glued onto Brad.

"Oh, Jake, no," Brad said, taking a deep breath. He licked Jake's lower
lip. "I love the way you taste, the way you smell. It's so manly."

Manly? Tobacco? Jake was thinking that was more like disgusting. But Brad
liked it.

Brad moved away towards the center coffee table, reached inside the drawer,
and took out a packet of cigarettes. Jake was delighted. He immediately lit
up, trying to control his shaking hand. Brad watched him.

"You look so sexy, Jake."

Jake smiled at him and puffed some smoke up in the air. Manly, huh? Brad,
baby, Jake said in his mind, I will show you manly, soon, oh so fucking
soon.

Jake watched Brad watching him. Slowly, he moved towards Brad. They
embraced.

Jake kissed Brad deep, tongue probing down his throat. He slid his hand
inside Brad's briefs and felt his butt. Firm. Yes. Just as he liked it. He
fingered the crack; the hole twitched against his probing finger.

Brad moaned into his mouth. He ground against Brad, feeling the erection.
Still kissing Brad, Jake pushed the tip of his finger inside the twitching
hole. His other hand fumbled at his polo shirt, trying to pull it off,
wanting to be naked with this god inside his arms.

"Let me, baby," Brad told him in a low, throaty voice.

Jake let him. Brad undressed Jake slowly, absorbing every inch of his body
as Jake watched, getting hornier each second. Brad ran his hands down
Jake's hairy chest, the hairy trail. He unbuttoned Jake's jeans, pulled
them down. Jake was looking at the top of Brad's head as Brad rubbed his
hand gently over Jake's striped briefs, feeling his cock. Jake shuddered at
the touch. He played with Brad's hair.

Brad looked up at Jake, the smile was back, and then he turned his
attention back to Jake's crotch.

"Oh, my," Brad exclaimed as he took Jake's cock out. "Love it." He kissed
the head and Jake's knees went weak. His lips, yes, around the head. Warm.
Wet. Hungry: For Jake's cock!  "Suck me, baby," Jake said as he arched his
back giving Brad more shaft. His hands fondled Brad's hair, played with his
ears, down under his chin, pulling him closer. His cock slid into the
beautiful mouth. He could feel the pressing of Brad's lips around the
shaft, now getting slick with spit, the flicking of Brad's tongue around
his cock head under the ridge of his knob. Brad's hands cupped Jake's hairy
balls, teasing, fondling, knowing that there was special juice for him in
them.

Jake's moans were getting louder. He was really enjoying the blow job. He
was almost ready to shoot when he realized that he hadn't yet seen Brad
totally naked. Brad was still in his briefs, kneeling in front of him,
servicing his dick.

"Stand up, Brad." Jake pulled Brad off his cock, regretfully.

He stripped down Brad's undies. Brad's dick sprang out, pencil-thin but
long, even longer than Jake's by his first estimate. Jake held it in the
palm of his hand, pulling back the foreskin, unsheathing the glistening
pinkish head. Brad threw his head back.

Jake loved uncut dicks. His own was cut and mushroomed, thick. But Brad's
rod slid through the foreskin easily.

Brad fisted Jake's cock in return using his spit as lube to stroke
Jake. They stood facing each other, playing with each other's dick and Jake
recalled his silly offer of mutual masturbation of last night. He laughed.

"What?" Brad asked.

"Yesterday? I suggested we jerk off? We are doing it now."

"Yea. That was tacky, Jake."

Jake kissed Brad again. He couldn't get enough of Brad's beautiful mouth,
the mint taste was now mixed with his precum. Gently, he pushed Brad back
onto the sofa and climbed on top of him. Their bodies locked onto each
other, grinding, heaving, kissing deeply. Jake's mouth moved away from
Brad's lips and slid down onto his neck. He licked, nibbled, sucked, bit on
Brad's neck, Brad's nipples, Brad's abs, Brad's balls. He went on to lick
inside Brad's crack, feel the twitching hole. Brad writhed under him.

"Oh, Jake, yes, please, Jake, baby. Make love to me," Brad moaned.

Jake pulled down Brad's foreskin and gobbled on his long dick. He stared up
at Brad's face as the long uncut cock disappeared inside his mouth. His
finger found Brad's hole and he probed it. Brad's moans were getting
louder. He raised his legs, moving his butt against Jake's finger, his
crotch at Jake's face, his cock buried in Jake's mouth.

"Fuck me, Jake," he begged.

Did Jake need begging? It was he who should beg to fuck this beautiful body
lying under him, hot and sweating.

Jake lay on top of Brad, his hard rod sliding into Brad's crack. He lifted
Brad's ass and fisted his own cock, rubbing the mushroomed head up and
down, trying to find the hole, now wet with his spit. He looked down at his
own body as he lifted himself supported by his hands. He loved the way his
hairy pubes, his thick cock ready to fuck, looked.

Brad's hole twitched against the probing cock head. Still fisting his cock
Jake thrust into the hole and penetrated. Brad cried out.

"Hurt, baby?"

"Fucking right," Brad grunted. "But more. Go deeper, you fucker."

Brad pulled Jake's head down and forced his tongue inside Jake's mouth as
the eager cock drove inside him. Jake thrust all the way in and
ground. Both young men moaned and grunted as the fucking began.

Straightening on his knees, Jake held onto Brad's ankles, lifting his ass
further up to get more access into the deliciously tight fuck hole. His
cock was slick as it slid out of the tunnel.  Then he pushed back
in. Deep. Brad moaned. His hole muscle squeezed tightly around the cock
shaft, milking it.

Jake started to go faster, harder, deeper, watching his cock disappear
between Brad's ass cheeks under his balls. Brad reached down and fondled
his fucker's balls as Jake rammed him. Jake was sweating. He pulled out,
turned Brad over on his belly and rode him, his body lying fully on top of
Brad pressing hom down onto the sofa, his mouth on the nape, licking
sideways to Brad's ear, forcing Brad's head around so he could reach his
sweet lips. He pounded him hard.

How long could Jake delay his ejaculation? His balls were full, so eager to
shoot the juice. But he needed for this to last. Brad was delicious under
him. He was going faster, more urgently. There was no way he could hold
back. He needed to cum. He had to have his release.

"Cumming, baby. Going to fill you." And Jake exploded, deep, forever.

Brad was lying still, under Jake, feeling his weight, as Jake's cock flexed
and dripped inside his body.

"Baby, oh man, what a fuck," Brad mumbled into the cushion under his face
cheek. Jake stayed inside him. Jake's breathing was heavy and his sweat was
all over Brad's back. But Jake didn't want to pull out of Brad.

"I love you, baby," he moaned into Brad's ear, grinding his crotch on the
firm butt, his cock engorged, still eager. Slowly, Jake resumed the fucking
as his dick got hard inside the fuck hole.

"Fuck, Jake," Brad grunted. "Again? Oh, fuck. You're suck a fuck machine,
baby. I love you, too. Make love to me, Jake. Fuck me."

Jake went at it with passion and lust. His own cum lubed him more and he
slid in and out easily, his cock fitting inside the hole perfectly.

"I'm going to shoot," Brad moaned under him. Brad hadn't touched himself.
He was grinding into the sofa in rhythm with Jake's thrusts. Jake went
faster, feeling the second buildup in his balls.

The two men exploded simultaneously.