Date: Sun, 07 Jan 2007 18:06:28 +0000
From: Guy Cornelius <chance_encounter@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Chance Encounter 3

Right, well, may I present chapter three. Again I would like to thank
everybody who took the time to email me with feedback, it was much
appreciated. As usual, all the relevant disclaimers apply so if you are too
young or m2m stuff isn't your thing, please leave now, otherwise enjoy.

**********Marcus************

	As George was explaining the valuation stuff, Marcus was pleased to see
that
he was understanding. He checked over the questions they had done in the
lecture and
now understood how they got the answers they did. He looked up at George,
who was
still explaining something, and for the first time, really looked at him. He
realised that
unless one really looked, you would fail to notice that George wasn't the
conventionally plain looking boy that he appeared to be. His skin was
perfect, it had
no marks or blemishes and it was a beautiful colour. It was quite pale but
that only
seemed to give him a sort of glow. His hair was perfectly nice when he did
nothing
with it, but today he had bothered to do something with it before lectures.
His hair
was not long, but long enough that he had something to work with when he
decided
to. Today he was sporting that messy yet groomed look that seemed perfect.
There
was not a hair out of place and the product in his hair turned it a slightly
darker shade
of blond. Marcus thought that with a few highlights it would be positively
gorgeous.
Just then George smiled as he was talking and Marcus got a chance to see the
way his
cheeks got those cute little dimples when he smiled and his lips formed into
a
beautiful curve, his bottom lip especially. George's bottom lip was quite
full, but not
big, and Marcus yearned to lean over and kiss it but, of course, he didn't.
	Marcus moved his gaze up to George's eyes and almost gasped. He had not
really looked at them before. I mean, he knew they were blue, but they were
so much
more than that. Starting from around the outside of the pupil, they were
quite a dark
blue, but at they went out, they changed through the most stunning shades of
blue
Marcus had ever seen until they finished at a sort of pale cyan colour.
'Yes,' thought
Marcus, 'he is definitely beautiful.'
	At that moment, George cleared his throat and Marcus realised he was
looking
at him expectantly. 'Oh crap, he asked me a question,' he thought, 'but
which one.'
He looked down at the papers in George's hand and noticed that he had his
finger on a
particular question. 'Thank fuck for that.' He quickly read the question,
made a few
notes and calculated what he hoped was the right answer before writing it
down and
telling it to George. It turned out that he was slightly wrong, having
included a small
area of floor space into his calculation that he shouldn't have done, but
George looked
very pleased none-the-less so Marcus was happy. They continued working, or
more
often than not chatting, for about an hour, in which time Marcus decided
that he liked
George in more ways than one but realised that he had no idea of his
orientation. He
had seen him walking into a gay club, but that didn't mean anything.
Straight guys
went there all the time in the hopes of spotting some lesbian action. But
then George
didn't seem like that kinda guy. He decided he would have to try and test
him some
how, although he had absolutely no idea how!
	At the end of the hour, Marcus decided that he should probably go, not
wanting to outstay his welcome.
	"I should probably get going now," he said, "Thanks for helping me with the
work, I had a great time. We should do it again some time."
	George almost looked surprised by this last bit, but very happily replied
that
he would love to. At that moment, Marcus had a flash of inspiration and put
his hand
on Georges knee in the pretence of using it to help him up, and giving it
the most
imperceptible of squeezes. Once he was up, George stood up too, to show him
to the
door. Just as he was leaving he turned and quickly shot a glance down to
George's
crotch and was very happy to see quite a large, erection shaped bulge. He
looked back
up to George's eyes and beamed a huge smile before turning back around and
leaving.

*********George************

	"What the fuck happened there?" he asked his empty room. 'Did he look down
as he was leaving? Fuck, did he see my hardon?' He moved over to his full
length
mirror and looked down at his own crotch. His heart sank and he very clearly
saw his
own seven-inch erection through his jeans.
	"Great, now he is never going to want to see me ever again. Oh well, it
was fun while it lasted." He slumped down onto his bed and a picture of
Marcus'
beautiful smile came into his mind. Suddenly he sat bolt upright. No, it
couldn't be,
but then, why else would be have been so happy to see my erection? He lay
back
down on his bed to contemplate that question and then remembered the reason
for his
thoughts...his erection. He undid the buttons on his jeans and clasped his
throbbing
dick. In the same way that George always slept naked, he always went
commando no
matter what he was wearing or where he was going. He brought back the
picture of
Marcus' smile and remembered the feeling of his hand on his knee and he
started to
slowly stroke his cock, enjoying the feeling that it created. George was
lucky enough
to have a wet room for a bathroom and within seconds he was under the hot
water of
his shower, moaning and groaning as he pumped up and down on his aching
penis.
Moments later his orgasm practically exploded out of him, shooting streams
and
streams of cum half way up the wall in front of him.
He turned off the water and wrapped a towel around his waist and went to sit
on his bed. He sat with his back to the wall and brought his knees up to his
chest with
his feet just in front of him, which resulted in his towel slipping off him.
He was now
sitting on his bed completely naked, relaxing in the afterglow of his
orgasm. Just then
he heard a knock on his door so he slipped on a pair of boxer shorts and
answered the
door. His eyes shot wide open and he blushed instantly as he fought the urge
to slam
the door in Marcus' face but instead managed to say, "Marcus, what can I do
for
you?" in a slightly shaky voice.
"I er...ummm, I think I um, left my mobile behind," he managed to splutter
out.
"Oh, right, er well, come in," said George as he reached for the dressing
gown
hanging on the wall next to him.
"Thanks," replied Marcus. He then noticed what George was reaching for and
blurted out, "Please don't cover up on my account...I mean, er...it's your room
and
you should stay as you feel comfortable." He then turned a rather deep shade
of
crimson and turned towards George's bed to look for his phone. George
decided that
he wouldn't put on the dressing gown, but instead went to his wardrobe and
pulled out
a t-shirt to cover up his top half but, in a rare act of courage, decided to
remain clad in
nothing else but his boxers, glad that he had grabbed a pair that
accentuated his bulge
quite nicely. Marcus found his phone and turned to leave, but as he reached
the door
with George only a few paces behind him, he turned back around to face him.
"George, I was just wondering, what were you doing at that club?"
"I had never been to a gay club before and that particular girlfriend
thought it
about time I did. She is trying to find me a boyfriend." Both boys were
shocked by the
answer, George because of what he had just revealed about himself and
Marcus, well,
Marcus wasn't really sure why he was shocked, but he knew that he was happy
too.
"Aren't we all," he replied and noticed a flicker of confusion cross
George's
face, which was then replaced by a slight smile as understanding dawned.
Marcus
took a step towards George and was pleased to see that he did not retreat.
He took
another step forward and now they were so close that each could feel the
breath of the
other on their face. Marcus leaned forward and brushed his lips against
George's.
When George did not recoil, Marcus pressed his lips a little harder against
George's
and brushed his tongue against his top lip. Within seconds their tongues
were battling
for supremacy, exploring every part of each other's mouths, their arms
wrapped
around each other. Slowly, George felt Marcus bring one of his hands down
his side
to his hip and then round to squeeze and rub his hardening cock through the
fabric of
his underwear. George moaned into Marcus' mouth and brought both his hands
down
to Marcus' butt, massaging it and forcing the two of them closer together.
Marcus now pushed his hand underneath the waistband of George's underwear
and ran his hand over his smooth bubble-butt, letting his finger trace
between his
cheeks. George moaned again as Marcus' finger brushed across his hole. He
broke
away from the kiss and said,
"If you do that again I am going to cum right here in my boxer shorts."
"Oh really?" asked Marcus, a playful glint in his eye. George noted the
glint in
Marcus' eyes and decided two could play at that game. Quick as a flash, he
undid the
buttons on Marcus' trousers and yanked them down, letting them drop to his
ankles,
leaving him in boxer shorts as equally tight fitting as George's. Marcus
laughed and
dove back onto George's mouth, assaulting him with his tongue. He continued
to
massage his dick, but allowed his other hand to just rest on his bum on the
inside of
his underwear, not wanting to make him cum too soon.
George was in heaven. For months he had dreamed about this gorgeous boy,
and now here he was, his dick in his hand and their tongues playing tonsil
tennis.
Within moments, both Marcus and George were moaning in ecstasy, their hips
grinding into the others hand. Suddenly, without warning, Marcus yelped,
rose up
onto tiptoes and shot stream after stream of cum into George's hand. The
feel of the
warm liquid in his hand was all it took to push George over the edge, and he
too shot
his cum into Marcus' hand.
Once both boys had recovered from their climax, George took his hand out of
Marcus' underwear and brought it to his mouth, licking it completely clean.
Seconds
later Marcus was doing the same, both of them savouring the flavour of the
other
boy's fluids. When he had finished, Marcus embraced George, one hand playing
with
his hair and the other slipped into the back of his boxers, and whispered
into his ear
"I'm not finished if you're not." George pulled back and looked him in the
eye and
saw compassion and lust. He smiled and motioned over to his wet room. Marcus
smiled and started to remove his underwear but George stopped him and simply
said
"Not yet." Marcus was a little confused but went into the wet room anyway.
George
followed behind but not before quickly grabbing a condom from his dresser
just in
case.
As he entered the wet room, he turned on the water so that it was nice and
hot,
but not too hot. He placed Marcus directly under it and then dove onto his
lips.
Marcus was surprised at first but seconds later he relaxed into the kiss and
they turned
onto a frenzy of exploring hands and duelling tongues. A few minutes later,
George
broke the kiss and stood back a little and simply watched the water cascade
down
Marcus' body.
"What's wrong?" asked Marcus.
"Nothing, nothing at all," replied George.
"Why are you just standing there then?"
"I am just admiring your beautiful body." Marcus blushed but did not
complain. For a few moments more George watched the water as it trickled
over
Marcus' defined pecs, dripping off the end of his now erect nipples and
cascading
down the crevice between them. He watched as it snaked its way down his
beautiful,
washboard abs like a river flowing over pebbles on its bed, but most of all
he watched
as it drenched his tight, white boxer shorts and gave him his first view of
his dick. He
could stand it no more. He moved back under the water with Marcus but this
time his
mouth was on his neck, kissing and nipping his way down. When he came to his
nipple he happily took it into his mouth, sucking away and gently biting
down on it.
Marcus groaned in pleasure, letting George know he was doing the right
thing.
George transferred his attention to his other nipple, this time flicking it
with his
tongue. Next he slowly kissed down the crevice between his pecs and down his
abs,
enjoying the tickling feeling of his happy trail on his nose, until he got
to the
waistband of the now completely soaked boxer shorts. He hooked his thumbs
into
them and then looked up at Marcus who, completely unable to speak, simply
nodded.
George slowly began to pull the boxers down until they were at the base of
Marcus'
shaft and then, in one swift movement, pulled them down to his ankles. He
was now
face to face, as it were, with his very first cock and it was beautiful.
Marcus was now
completely hard, his shaft was nice and thick and about 6 ½ inches long. It
wasn't too
veiny and because, unlike George, Marcus was cut, the head was also exposed.
It was
a gorgeous purple colour with the rim of the large, helmet-shaped object and
even
darker shade and water dripping off the tip.
It was pointing straight out at Georges mouth and seconds later, George had
the engulfed the head with his lips, flicking at the slit with his tongue.
He applied
some suction and then proceeded to take more and more of the shaft into his
mouth,
licking at the underside the whole time. As he was a first-timer, it took
him a few
tries, but eventually he had his nose buried in Marcus' pubic hair and the
head of his
cock down his throat. He pulled back up again and then dove right back down
to the
base, causing Marcus to almost scream in ecstasy. From there he proceeded to
give
his first ever blowjob and Marcus was pleasantly surprised at how good it
was.
Five minutes later Marcus stopped him and brought him back up to kiss him.
George had been enjoying himself so looked a little put out but Marcus just
laughed
and said "if you had carried on any longer, I was going to cum."
"Fuck me"
"What?" spluttered Marcus.
"I want you to fuck me. I want you to be the person who takes my virginity."
Marcus was so touched by this that it almost made him want to cry but he
suddenly
got a worried look on his face.
"What's wrong?" asked George.
"I don't have any condoms with me," he replied, rather dejected. George
smiled and hugged him whilst at the same time reaching behind him for the
condom
he had hidden behind the shampoo.
"Well," said George, showing Marcus the condom, "It's a good thing I have
then isn't it." Marcus smiled a huge grin and allowed himself to be pulled
out of the
wet room, the shower having been turned off, and onto George's bed.
"We are going to make the bed soaking," worried Marcus.
"I don't care," replied George, "I have more linen in the cupboard and right
now all I can think about it having you inside of me." It was at that moment
that
Marcus really understood the gravity of what George was doing. They weren't
just
having sex. George was giving up his virginity, something that Marcus held
in very
high regard, he himself having not given it up until he found the right
person.
"Thank you," was all he said. He didn't need to explain, George knew exactly
what he meant. He did not respond vocally, instead choosing to respond with
a kiss.
This was not the lust filled kind of kiss the two had shared thus far. This
was a kiss of
true passion; soft, delicate, filled with emotion.
George reached for the draw beside his bed and pulled out some lube, handed
it to Marcus, lay on his back and gave himself to him completely. Marcus
started by
kissing the head of George's dick and sucking it into his mouth slightly. He
then
proceeded to kiss down his shaft until he reached his balls. He treated each
to a
tongue bath before spreading Georges legs, lifting them slightly, giving
himself
access to George's hole. He licked around it, flicking at it with his
tongue, causing
George to cry out with pleasure. He then plunged his tongue in as far as he
could,
making George cry out again. Once he was done rimming George, he looked him
in
the eye, smiled and pushed his first finger in. George winced at the slight
pain, but the
sensation was quickly replaced with one of pleasure. Marcus started to
slowly move
his finger in and out, causing George to thrash about a little. When he felt
he was
ready, Marcus inserted another finger and then another. Eventually he
decided that
George was loosened up enough. He removed his fingers and covered them with
lube
from the bottle, re-inserting them and coating George's hole in the cool,
slick liquid.
"Ready?" he asked.
"Yes, oh yes. Please, do it," begged George. Marcus smiled again, rolled the
condom over his aching hard-on, coated it in lube and lifted George's legs
up higher,
placing his head at George's entrance. "Here goes." With a push, he head
entered
George, who winced again. Marcus waited, allowing George to get used to the
feeling
and then pushed a little further. He continued this pushing then waiting
until he was
lying right on top of George, his cock completely buried up his chute. Very
slowly, he
pulled out so only his head was still in George, and then pushed back in to
the base.
By now George was practically screaming with pleasure. The two boys very
quickly
got into a steady rhythm and within minutes Marcus was pounding away with
all his
might. George was in heaven. He had never dreamed it would be this good. He
loved
the feeling of Marcus plunging in and out of him, hitting his prostate each
time,
sending jolts of pleasure up his spine. Before he knew it he was shooting
streams and
streams of cum up onto his chest and stomach. His climax was so strong that
all he
could do was lie there and let it happen. As he came, his ass muscles
clamped down
on Marcus' cock causing him to scream out with pleasure.
"Oh fuck George, I am going to cum. Oh god yeah, here it comes.
AAAARRRRGGGGHHHHNNNNN." With that he was wracked by one of the
strongest orgasms he had ever felt. When they had both caught their breath
Marcus
pulled out his softening cock, took off the condom, tied it up and threw it
in the bin.
He lay down next to George, spooning up to him, his arm draped across his
chest.
Both were close to sleep but before it overcame him, George said:
"Put it back in."
"But, I don't have a condom on any more," said Marcus.
"I know, it's ok," replied George as he reached round, grasped Marcus' cock
and slowly pumped his hand up and down to get it hard again, which took mere
seconds. "I already miss the feeling of having you in me. I want it there
while we
sleep."
Marcus was only too happy to oblige and without waiting, re-inserted himself
into George's ass right to the hilt. Both boys sighed with pleasure before
sleep
overtook them, nestled together on George's, now quite damp, bed.


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