Date: Sun, 19 Jun 2005 01:21:17 +0100
From: Stuart Wilson <stuwil84@gmail.com>
Subject: Lust At First Sight, Chapter 1

Hi, this is only my second non-celebrity story on Nifty. My aim is to
develop this into a long term series, but from past experience with my
England Fuck Fantasy series in the celeb section, I do lose commitment
after about a dozen chapters. I really would like to hear from you all, get
some ideas for story developments, it's up to you to keep me on the
ball. You can e-mail me at stuwil84@gmail.com (just put Nifty in the
subject heading) or message me on MSN at stuwil84@hotmail.com.

Chapter 1

The hour hand shifted over to cover the 12, and with one last reminder of
the impending coursework deadline, Mr Reeve dismissed the lecture
group. Marc grabbed his bag from under the desk and ran for the door - he
had about 5 minutes to cover the usual 10 minute journey to the tube
station, and then about 30 minutes to cover the usual 45 minute journey
back home.

He could not be late, not this time. His ex, Nick, was calling long
distance from Australia. The last two times they had arranged to talk, Marc
had fucked up, arriving home late - Nick had got really pissed off the last
time, and questioned Marc's friendship. The two had separated when Nick got
a placement working at a nature reserve in Australia, but had agreed to
keep inn contact until he returned after a year. Marc already had reason to
feel guilty - he had fucked 4 different guys since Nick left 2 months ago,
getting caught up in the excitement of being single again. Nick had no
idea, but had already voiced some suspicions in the online conversations
which they regularly had.

Marc ran down the stairs from his lecture theatre, turned a corner, and ran
right into a guy walking in the opposite direction. They both went flying,
the stranger's folders flying up into the air

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Andrew closed the door of the toilet cubicle behind him, dropped his bag to
the floor, and placed his work folders on top. He pulled his jeans down
around his ankles and sat down on the toilet, leaving the lid down - he had
no intention of using the toilet for the purposes it was intended for! He
lifted his t-shirt over his head, revealing his slim but muscular body. He
rubbed his nipples with his left hand, making them stand erect, while with
is right hand he reached into his boxers and began to play with his already
stiffening cock. Before long, he had pushed the boxers down to his ankles
and, lying back against the wall, started to wank his cock properly. At 9
inches, Andrew was lucky enough to be able to get both of his hands onto
his cock, massaging the full length. Every now and then, he used his left
hand to squeeze his low hanging, hairless balls. After about 5 minutes of
hard jerking, he stopped, reached into his bag, and pulled out a porn
mag. He opened it up to his favourite page, which was covered in dried cum
stains. In the main picture, an 18 year old skater boy was eating his own
load of cum. Andrew was a self-suck fetishist, and most of his wank
sessions involved self-sucking. Placing the picture in front of him, Andrew
went at it again, jerking his long, thick cock until he began to feel the
early signs of orgasm building within him. He stopped after a few more
strokes, and waited for the feeling of impending orgasm to ebb away. Then,
as his cock began to go limp, he took it in his hand again, wanked for
about a minute to get it hard again and then, holding his cock in an
upright position, began to lean forward, slowly. His lips lowered down
toward his throbbing cock head, his mouth watering at the thought of what
was to come. He opened his mouth and swallowed the first inch of his
cock. This was always the easy bit. Then, slowly but surely, he lowered his
head down until he had about half of his cock in his mouth. This was the
most he could ever manage, but it was more than enough. He began to give
himself head, licking around his moist purple cock head, licking the piss
slit. At the same time, he wanked the remaining 4 or 5 inches of his
cock. Very quickly, he felt the orgasm building within him once again. This
time, he didn't stop it. His cock throbbed with greater intensity, his
balls tightened, his body arched so that another inch or so slid into his
hungry mouth, and then gob after gob of hot, creamy cum shot into his
mouth, hitting the back of his throat. He shot about 8 or 9 times, and the
cum began to dribble out of his mouth and down his face. Andrew sat up,
satisfied, and began to clean himself up.

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Marc sat up, apologising immediately, and grabbing some of the folders to
give them to the other guy, who was picking himself up off the floor. As
Marc picked up one of the folders, a magazine slipped out. He saw the
title, "Self-sucking Queers", and immediately looked up towards the other
guy. He was busy picking up some of his other stuff, and hadn't noticed
Marc's discovery. Marc slid the magazine back into the folder and handed it
to the other guy. "Sorry mate, didn't see you there", Marc apologised, "I
shouldn't have been running". For the first time, Marc had a good look at
the other guy. Tall, with an athletic looking build, long dark hair, with
blonde highlights, green eyes to die for, and a cute, smiling face which
made Marc's heart skip a beat. "Look", he said, sensing an opportunity,
"let me get you a drink, to apologise. I know a little place just round the
corner that does a great Mojito." The other guy seemed to mull the proposal
over in his head for a moment, and then, with another flash of that
gorgeous smile, replied: "Sure, why not?".

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Andrew sat up, and began to gather his stuff that had fallen to the
floor. He saw that the other guy was heading to pick up his blue folder, so
he turned around to collect the others. When he turned back, the other guy
was holding the folder out towards him. As Andrew took the folder, the
other guy began to apologise: "Sorry mate, didn't see you there, I
shouldn't have been running". As Andrew listened to these words, he found
himself scanning the stranger in front of him; tall, athletic build,
short-ish dark hair, blue eyes, and a day's worth of beard growth - Andrew
immediately saw a resemblance to Andy Roddick, and he felt his cock stir in
response. He couldn't help but smile as he gazed into those dreamy blue
eyes. "Look", the other guy said, a slightly flirtatious smile on his face,
"let me get you a drink, to apologise. I know a little place just round the
corner that does a great Mojito." Andrew had an image of getting fucked by
this cute guy, and he had to clear his mind quickly to avoid getting an
erection. This opportunity was too good to miss - ""Sure, why not?".

More coming very soon....

In the meantime, e-mail me your comments and suggestions to
stuwil84@gmail.com, or message me on MSN at stuwil84@hotmail.com. If you
e-mail me, I'll add you to my contacts list, and you'll get to see each new
chapter before it's posted on Nifty. Hope to hear from you all soon.

Stuart