Date: Sun, 04 Jan 1998 17:05:53 PST
From: Rocky 'Jake' <send_me_pixxx@hotmail.com>
Subject: An English Man

This story was written in 1998 by Jake Welder. The people in
this story are not real! This was all in my head! If you like
this story, give me an e-mail @ send_me_pixxx@hotmail.com. Keep
on pumpin,' and have SAFE SEX!


It all started last year. I was 18, I had just graduated from
high school, and had been accepted for medical study at three
different schools, one of them in England. So, I got an
apartment, a car, and a plane ticket. I said good-bye to all my
friends and family, and took off. 

I arrived in Pearson airport at 5 am; two hours before my
flight. I made sure I knew where the boarding gate was, I
checked my luggage, and went to get something to eat. I got to
one of the restaurants that was open 24 hours, and wasn't
surprised to find it practically deserted. There were a few
people at tables eating, but one got my attention. He was a tall
guy, about 6' 2", and I guessed he was around my age. He looked
pretty muscular, and I found myself getting a hardon right
there. I was just starting to think about sucking this complete
strangers cock, when my train of thoughts was interrupted by the
old woman at the food counter.

"What d'ya want?" she asked rather hoarsely. 

"Uhh, salad." I replied, still glancing over at the big hunk
accross the room. As my meal was being prepared, I noticed the
guy get up, and I finally got to see his face that had been
buried in a magazine before. He had light brown eyes, chestnut
hair, and his face was so perfectly shaped, I wanted to run over
and kiss him right there. I noticed he had a gold loop earring
in each ear, and I just about blew my load. Once again, I was
interrupted by the old woman who slammed down an old looking
salad on the counter, and reached her hand out for money, I gave
her a $5 bill, and when I had taken my change and turned around,
I noticed the good looking man was gone. Disappointed, I took a
seat and began to eat. After I had finished, I looked around the
stores, where I bought a few packages of cigarettes which I
planned to smoke in my new hometown, just in case they didn't
sell DuMaurier's. I was about to go to the book store when I
heard the first boarding call for flight '590, to London,
England.' I checked my ticket, and since it was my flight, I
went to the boarding gates. 

Not many people had arrived at the plane yet, but it wasn't
surprising considering the hour. I gave the woman my ticket, and
went through the metal detector twice, since I happened to be
carrying change. After that, I found my seat, got out the
headphones I had purchased on my last flight, and listened to
the radio. For the first time on a plane, I fell asleep, and
awoke to the sound of the flight attendant telling me to put on
my seatbelt. 

"Woke up too early this morning?" the man next to me asked. He
had a rather sweet British accent.

I was about to answer, when I looked over and realized it was
the man I had seen in the restaurant earlier. 

"Yea, I guess so." I replied, trying to keep from drooling, "You
sound like you're from England," I told him, stating the
obvious, "visiting your girl friend?"

"Yes, I am from England, and no, I wasn't visiting my
girlfriend. I'm gay actually." 

I almost jumped up and shouted, 'YES,' when I heard him say that.

"Oh, shit, this is going to make you feel weird isn't it?" he
said, sounding like he regretted saying what he had.

"No, no, it's fine!" I replied, "I'm gay too, I was just, well,
surprised."

"Most people are." He chuckled.

"Well, were you visiting your boyfriend then?" 

"No, I'm single at the moment. I was visiting my relatives. Oh,
sorry, I didn't introduce myself." he stated, "I'm Brad
Henshaw." He extended his hand.

"Jack Smith." I replied, shaking his hand, and feeling how
strong this man was. We talked the whole plane ride to the UK,
and discovered that we were both going to the same college, and
were studying the same thing. He said he was 19, but just wanted
a year to himself before he started school. We also realized
that we had a lot in common with one another. He also liked
Leonardo DiCaprio, and alternative music. After that, we became
good friends. I gave him rides to school while his car was in
the shop, we went out for coffee every once in a while, and
studied together often. After a few weeks of being in school, we
were driving home, since my car hadn't been able to start.

"So, Jack," he said, "are you doing anything tonight?" 

"Not as far as I know," I replied, smiling.

"What do you say we go out for supper tonight then? I know a
pretty good restaurant, if you like good ol' British pubs!"

His question surprised me, but of course I accepted. He said he
was going to pick me up at 7, which gave me 2 hours to get
ready. I went to my apartment, showered, got dressed into some
sweats and a t-shirt, and turned on the TV. After I had flipped
through all the channels twice, never once looking at them, the
man who I had been thinking about all night knocked on the door.
When I opened the door, Brad was standing there in jeans and a
Nike coat. The jeans were fighting against the huge bulge in the
crotch, and were just barely containing his man meat. 

"Ready?" He asked. Thankfully he didn't notice me looking at his
crotch. 

"Yep." I replied, as I put my coat on and followed him
downstairs. By the time we got to the pub, it was packed, and
very noisy. We ordered a couple of beers, and took a seat in one
of the booths. When our drinks arrived, Brad nearly swallowed
the whole beer in one gulp. 

"You come here often?" I yelled at him.

"Yea, actually! I bring friends here a lot. Its a great place to
have fun!" He smiled, nodding his head to the beat of the music.
We enjoyed a good dinner, and since Brad was driving, he didn't
have any more alcohol. He drove me back to my apartment, and
followed me inside. We reached the 8th floor quickly, and I
opened the door to my place. 

"Wanna come in?" I asked.

"No, I better not, I should get home. I got an early class
tomorrow." 

"OK, thanks for dinner. See you soon!" I said. 

Brad smiled and said good-bye. Just as he turned around, he
dropped his car keys, and as he bent over to pick them up, I
noticed the sexiest ass I had ever seen. I must have been
staring for too long, because the next thing I knew, Brad spoke.
"You like what you see?" He smiled at me, and slowly drew nearer.

I blushed. Before I could get out a word, I finally got to kiss
his sexy lips. He pulled me close to him, shut the door, and
French kissed me for a good minute. He then pushed me on the
couch, and took off his coat and shirt. That's when I realized
how muscular this man really was. He had a huge, hairless chest,
a pierced right nipple, and a pierced belly button. He had a
tattoo of a peace sign on his left pec, and a yin-yang on his
right bicep. He had the largest biceps I had ever seen. Before I
got a chance to admire him any further, he literally ripped my
shirt off, and lay on top of me. Brad caressed my body, and
kissed my neck and my lips. Then he did what I was put on this
earth to witness. He undid his tight jeans, and pulled down his
boxers, revealing a thick 11 inch dick. I too removed my pants,
and sat there admiring this huge stud. He looked at me and
smiled. "To hell with my class. I love you, Jack." Was all he
said before he was on top of me again. 

He grabbed me by the hair, and forcefully shoved my head down to
his throbbing shaft. I didn't hesitate to take it. Somehow, I
got that whole dick down my throat, and began moving my mouth up
and down it. Before I knew it, were in a 69 position. We sucked
each other for a good 5 minutes before he got up. "We're not
going to waste all our cum on sucking!" he told me. The next
thing he did made me hornier than I had ever been. He began to
piss all over me. All the way from my abs, to my mouth, where I
drank every last bit of it. It was all over my couch, but I
didn't care. 

"Oh, fuck! Fuck you're good!" I cried out. Brad then told me to
lick his armpits, which I did willingly. 

"You like my ass?" he asked.

"Hell yes!" I told him.

"Then eat it!" he commanded, jamming my head against his tight
cheeks. I immediately obeyed. I licked every inch of his ass,
then pushed my tongue up his tight hole. He laughed, and then in
between moans, he said, "Baby, you're going to like this!" and
with that, I felt shit petruding from his hole. I wrapped my
mouth around it and began to chew. You might say I ate a second
meal. But it was a damn good meal.

After Brad had finished moaning, he commanded me to piss on him,
then shit in his mouth. When he was finished with all that, he
told me to go get some vegetable oil, and when I had done that,
he commanded me to point my ass at him. When I complied, he
began to rub the vegetable oil all over his thick penis. And
once it was dripping with the greasy oil, he did what I had
wanted since the day I had met him. He shoved it straight up my
asshole. I screamed with the pain, and with the pleasure. I had
been fucked before, but never like this. He began to pump
quickly in and out of my hole. Without realizing it, I was
yelling and moaning "Oh, yea, DO ME BRAD!" After fucking me for
about 10 minutes, Brad took his cock out of my swollen ass. I
turned around, and noticed he was covered in sweat, which made
him glisten in the dim light. When I saw him like that, I
couldn't resist. I lunged toward his rod, and shoved it all into
my mouth, including his balls. I sucked until he came. And boy,
did he cum! I came up for air twice, trying to swallow all his
man juice. After that, he sucked me off too. It was one of the
most memorable nights of my life. 

After we had both rested a bit, I put on a fire, and got some
beer, and I sat in his arms on the piss-stained couch.

"That was good." I whispered as I kissed him deeply. 

"I think this is the start of a sexy relationship." He said,
still trying to catch his breath. 

I felt his pecs and his biceps before licking all the sweat off
of them. Brad leaned over and kissed me. 

After that, Brad pissed on me once more, and we went to bed.
Together.

I'll never forget my first night with an English man. Now, we
live together, and sleep together. And somehow I doubt that
we'll ever want to let go of each other.