Date: Sat, 28 Mar 2009 13:23:34 +0100
From: Calvin Corvidian <cancorv@gmail.com>
Subject: Starting with phone sex

We pulled in at Stratford tube station. Keith needed a quick pee. No sooner
had he run in, than a Stansted aiport bus stopped behind the car and waited
for me to move it. Not having a license, and even if I did Keith would
never let me drive his precious old SAAB, I had to sit tight and wait for
him to come back while the anger of a bus-full of passengers started
steaming up the windows. The driver sounded his horn a few times and then a
few more times, but in a rather resigned way suggesting that this was part
and parcel of his daily life. And it was. Things got steamier still when
the suitcase and backpack brigade waiting at the bus-stop started glaring
at me over their newspapers. They had planes to catch. I was getting hot
under the collar myself.

It wasn't long before a young black guy wearing a canary yellow reflective
vest tapped on my window. I wound it down and he asked me when I thought I
might move the car. I explained that I can't drive and he said he'd have to
move the car himself. Keith's wrath versus that of two sets of passengers
was not difficult to weigh up. I nodded, he got in and turned the key. We
roared from the set-down-only area and round the back to a shabby parking
lot, rather a long way from the bus stop. I took out my phone to let Keith
know where I was but the driver wrapped his fingers around mine which in
turn enveloped the phone. He didn't confiscate it. Saying nothing, he
squeezed my hand then pressed a little so that it was resting at the top of
my thigh. My heart raced. I waited.

His fingers started to move almost imperceptably and my heart started to
beat nevous with fear and with nervous with anticipation. Without moving my
head, my eyes strained right and I saw him sliding his lips against each
other. He was staring at our entwined fingers. He started moving his a
little more while mine remained frozen, gripping the phone. He gently
pushed my hand further into my crotch which was gradually engorging. With
his hand around mine still wrapped around the phone parallel to my thick
erection, the phone started to vibrate and ring. Ketih had certainly taken
his time. The boy's grip became very firm and the combination of his warm
strength and the vibrations titilating my cock caused me to ejaculate. With
my other hand I snatched the phone at the last ring before it went to
voicemail and told Keith that I was coming. I'll explain when I get back.
The boy took the phone and used the light from the screen to see the damp
patch spreading through the top of my shorts. For the first time, he smiled
-- just a little. And leaned into me for a kiss. He grasped my other hand,
the one now holding the phone, and rubbed it into his long and thin
erection. Moving it slowly up and down. Was he hoping it'd ring? He was an
expert kisser - my heart and eyes and mouth were smiling. He started to
lick the top of my neck, then my adam's apple and by nudging my head
forward, swathed my nape in long strokes with his muscular tongue. His free
hand pressed into my wet patch. What a beautiful young man. While my phone
and I continued to gently massage his hitherto dry patch, he unbuttoned my
shorts and leaned down and started scooping up my fluids with his tongue.
He carried them up to my mouth and we kissed my semen. He withdrew his face
from mine and looked into my eyes. We both smiled tenderly and the phone
rang. He came without the slightest twitch. The semen oozed out of his cock
as if a tap had been turned on just a little. He pressed my head into his
crotch. I scooped up his fluids and carried them up to his mouth. We kissed
his semen and the phone stopped ringing. I love you, he said in his East
London drawl. I've loved you since the first history lesson you gave
us. And you don't even recognise me. I am juss a piece of local trash. But
I know what love is and it hurts, he said cockily.

He was right, I didn't recogn ise him and couldn't even place him. Just one
of hundreds of no-hopers that pass through my hands a few periods a week
for however many decades I end up staying in this profession. He was also
right that love hurt. You don't have to be very old to discover that but
such knowledge comes at different times for different people. The love I
felt for Keith when we started hurt the most wonderful hurt I've ever
known. Now after all these years we are two halves of one. I have never
betrayed him, never even thought to.

The boy said he'd drive me back and as we approached, I saw Keith through
the glass walls of Stratfrod Station giving his business card to someone.
The man wrote something on the card -- Keith's private number most likely.
As we got closer, I recognised the man as the headmaster of the school I
currently teach at. The boy stopped where we started, got out and left.
Keith came over to the car gesturing querelousness and got into the car. He
started saying something but I was concentrating on the boy who picked up
speed as he ran to greet the headmaster. Another aiport bus pulled in
behind us and starting honking its flatlulent horn.

Keith made up some bullshit about how he and the headmaster got chatting.
We both know he enjoys his little lies, never wanting his halo to slip. I
love him for it, I guess. Then I told him everything that had happened in
the last half hour. Blow by blow.  I know that this was new for him.  Keith
dropped me at the corner of Victoria Park as usual and drove home as
usual. Not long after I started my jog around the park, the phone rang, but
it was a different ringtone from mine. The boy told me that we must have
somehow swapped phones and was pleased that he only had to remember his own
number. I told him where I was and he came straight to the park. I was very
happy to see him -- everything had started and finished so quickly that we
hadn't exchanged names or numbers or made a plan. Nothing. And the chance
of another chance encounter was next to zilch. I was in love again. A
different type of love from that I have for Keith. I didn't know that there
was more than one type of love, romantic-sexual love at least. The love one
feels for parents and siblings comes first and is not unlike the love I
have grown into with Keith. The love for this boy is not even the same as
what I felt for Keith when were in our first wild throes.

Hi Derek, I said proud of having dug him out of my thoroughly scoured
subconscious in the last hour. He assumed I'd found his name on the phone
somehow. I suppose I could have, but that's not how it happened. We were
standing in the park looking deeply at each other. Without anything to say,
I handed him his phone and he handed me mine. He interrupred the
transaction by rubbing them together. And I burst out laughing. Laughter
that came from my whole heart and mind and body. He withdrew his hand and
put my phone back in his pocket. He started to walk away and when I just
stood there stunned in inaction, he looked over his shoulder and winked. I
knew to follow him. I caught up with him and we walked in silence down to
the little lake. He took out a dinghy hidden in the reeds and rowed me
across to the smaller of the two islands more or less in the middle of the
lake. It was less manicured than the larger island, kind of bushy and
unkempt, like Derek I guess. There was a large tree which he tied the
dinghy to. He took my hand and dragged me into the bushes and on the other
side of the tree, there was a trapdoor which he pulled up and we climbed
down some old metal steps, holding the railings tight, into a council
worker's storeroom or electricity station or nuclear bunker perhaps. He
pointed the light on my phone into my face, reached out and stroked my
cheeks, ran his hand through my hair, lightly pinched my prominent nose
then chin and adams apple. He put the phone back in his pocket and took one
small step which closed the gap between us. I threw my mouth at his for the
most passionate kiss of my life. And his, I bet.

We tore our clothes off and ate each other from head to toe. He stood on
the third step so I could go down on him without going down on my knees. He
pumped my face. As I licked under his scrotum, he lifted himself up and he
hooked his ankles around the railings. I climbed under him and sucked his
scrotum into my mouth, chewed on his taint and bit his buttocks. He
purposely raised and lowered his arse onto my face and allowed my nose to
rub inbetween them. I grabbed them, separated them and tongued his
sphincter. He screamed and screamed and cried for me to stop. He was too
close. He clambered down the railings and slid his back down my front and
impaled himself on my upstanding cock. He pistoned up and down, clenching
and releasing, moaning and grunting, sweating and panting. He was
completely under the spell of his youthful stamina and virginal passion.
There was no end in sight. Wild sex had never been a part of my life and
here was my ex-student turning my life around. Was I in love? I filled him
with my cum, wave after wave I screamed unloading into him. Hopes for a
moment's respite were immediately dashed when turned his head and started
biting my ear as I nuzzled into him. His hands came off the railings and
his full weight rested on me and my full erection pressed still further
into him. For the first time in my life I could feel my cum inside
someone. I squirmed a little as my back was now killing me on the cold
rough metal stairs. Sensing this we slowly stood -- he wrapped his long
thin arms around me and held his hands together behind my back so that I
would stay inside him. When we were both upright I gently bit his nape a
thousand times and I grabbed his long thin cock with one hand and stretched
his scrotum downwards with the other. At that moment a rat ran across my
feet and I sucked in a huge mouthful of air. It forced me to fuck into him
again and I stretch his hairless ball sack even tighter. He screamed,
grabbed my hands and cupped them in front of his pulsing cock. I caught the
semen that dribbled copiously out. He felt me starting to cum and pushed me
away and out of his arse. He cupped his hands in front of my cock. His
hands were as full as mine. When our breathing approached normality he
turned right around to face me, and then playfully smacked my cum all over
my chest. The sound was fantastic. I could only return the gesture. Our
cocks deflated somewhat. We finger-painted each other's juices into each
other's chests. He worked a lot into my nipples and I followed suit. He
creened his neck in to kiss me and kiss me and kiss me and kiss me. And
then we licked down the sides of each other's necks, down to our chests and
licked our cum off each other's chests. The sensational sensation on the
nipples hardened us both very quickly. He pushed me back onto the steps and
he once again climbed onto the railings so that we could 69 each other. The
shape of his cock allowed it to slide in a great way down the back of my
throat. The taste of his own innards coating my cock pleased him greatly.
He lowered himself down so that his long tongue could wend its way to the
base of my cock. I raised my hips as much as possible and his tongue almost
reached my sphincter. He monkeyed a little further down the hand rail so as
to reach this prized target, but slipped. He crushed me painfully against
the sharp-edged metal stairs under his full bodyweight. I tried to laugh so
he wouldn't feel bad, but I was in great pain. I'd hit my head in the
secondary jolt and my eyes were spinning.

He knelt up squashing my ribcage briefly. He was very agile but it hurt
like fuck. He leant down to kiss me better -- all over my aching body
-- but I couldn't move let alone get up. Give me a moment, I pleaded. He
looked down and saw that I was starting to shiver. He rolled up his T-shirt
and put it behind my head. I raised my arms so that he might lift me up,
but when he tried to do that, I was in too much pain. Where are we, I asked
him. This really frightened him. He slipped my jogging shorts over my legs,
and I managed to raise my bum enough for him to slide them on fully. I
raised my arms and he put my T-shirt on me. I was really shivering now,
perhaps in shock. Derek, kiss me. He leaned his face into mine and our lips
pressed together though our tongues remained motionless. I wondered if this
was a farewell kiss. We held our mouths like this long enough for his
energy to recharge me. I squirmed a little. He took my hands and slowly
lifted me to my feet. I felt very weak and very sore. When he let me go to
put his own clothes on, I flopped back onto the steps, landing on my bum
and scraping my back on the next step. He smiled a you're-hopeless-you-are
smile and I hung my head in embarrassment.

Out of the bunker we lay down on the tall grasses squashing them under out
weight into our open-air marriage bed. I lay on my back hoping some solar
energy would recharge me. He lay on his side, his right arm propping up his
head: I love you and we are going to be together until you die. And then I
will kill myself and we'll be together again. He said this almost
menacingly.  It made me nervous. I already have a husband and now I have a
child. A beautiful skinny passionate loving child. And black -- how will I
ever explain this to my parents and in-laws? Fuck them.

I looked at the plain blue sky through the leaves and branches of the
trees, listened to the birds squawking and the kids on the mainland
screaming and shouting and running in their care-free innocence, and
smelled our sex on Derek's hand which he was massaging my face with. We
stayed like this for quite a while. We were interrupted by Keith ringing me
in Derek's pocket. I told him that I'd had a little accident and asked him
to pick us up on the corner of the Park. Derek rowed us back over and
helped me hobble across to meet Keith. The old SAAB duly arrived and Derek
helped me into the front passenger seat. He got in the back and we drove
home as I explained in intimate detail the events that led up to my sorry
state. Keith felt he'd almost been there himself. They helped me up the
stairs and into the spare room where I was left to convalesce. Derek
massaged some creams into my grazes and bruises. Keith got on with cooking
dinner but the unfamiliar banging and clanging from the kitchen told me
that he was desparately on edge. His cooking was usually as calm as an 18th
century pastoral scene. How can I be in love two such different people in
two such different ways and feel certain that the world is perfect? With
each sudden noise from the kitchen the serenity of Derek's gentle massaging
gave me a start. Eventually he went into the kitchen and helped Keith by
setting the table with item after item that Keith monosyllablically
identified as he pointed to it or the cupboard where it was.

When instructed to, Derek brought me out to the table which was set
majestically. This was not your average Wednesday evening meal at our
house. Keith winked at me conspiratorially. At least that's how I read
it. Instead of the TV blaring out canned comedy and cunning commercials,
Beethoven's Pastoral Symphony filled the room. The candle flames wobbled
slightly in the breezes that wafted through the open windows. And over
dinner, Keith asked me for more detailed descriptions of our fucking.
Derek's flaccid cock and growing cock and rigid cock and hairless balls and
taint and bum and sphincter and ribs and chest and tits and underarms and
lips and teeth and tongue and nose and hair and ears and adams apple and
nape and his cum were as delicious and delightful as this candlelit summer
meal. I had unwittingly managed to flatter them both. They loved me as I
did them.

Keith looked at his watch and announced that the pub quiz was starting in
20 mins. He left for the Royal Inn with instructions for us to be kind to
each other. Derek undressed me and sat me in the armchair facing our open
kitchen so that we could watch each other while he cleared the table and
washed up. It was both funny and sweet watching a skinny black kid working
away buck naked like that. I sat there fondling my dick and watched the
live show. When he finished he knelt between my legs and sucked me to
sleep. When I woke up, Keith was lying naked on the floor in front of me
and Derek was kneeling over him looking at me with Keith's rather large
cock impaling him. I had a bit of a stretch and enjoyed the show for a
moment. When Derek saw that I had woken up, he extended his arms, took my
hands and pulled me towards them. I kneeled over Keith's face, spread my
buttocks and he immediately began jabbing my sphincter with his tonge. I
leaned forward and kissed Derek.

END