Date: Mon, 2 Jan 2006 14:19:54 -0800 (PST)
From: Glenn <spguy231@yahoo.com>
Subject: Amazing Shopping Trip

It really was an amazing thing.

Sure, I had played around with a lot of hard young
urban studs (boy candy) in my younger days, but here I
was, thirty-two years old, and happily married for
five years, when this young sprite of a boy gives me
"the look."

I was downtown one afternoon looking in specialty
stores for the perfect Xmas present for my petite but
sexually aggressive wife, and was just finishing up at
a really hot lingerie store, the kind with plenty of
novelties and toys. As I was putting the silver thong
(for me), silky black panties (for her), a leather
cock ring and a bottle of poppers on the counter, I
noticed another male customer giving me the eye.

Actually, I noticed him because he was so cute. Early
twenties, slim build, about 5'8". Topped with a medium
length mop of light brown locks that just crested his
forehead and ears. The heavy winter coat covered up a
lot, but I knew what was inside--- a slim young stud
with raging hormones, just like I was a few years ago.

It didn't hurt that the store, and its erotic goods
and displays, had every customer, including me, a
little more stimulated than usual. He stared from
across the store, where he was standing in front of
the men's section, a crotch mannequin with a black
leather bikini just over his shoulder. The mannequin's
bulging sack was not meant as a passive display.

I figured his gaydar might have went off because my
eyes were burning through the layers of his winter
clothes to imagine my long-ago nights with guys just
like him. When our eyes met, he gave me a lurid smile
as if he knew just what was going through my
mind---"the look" that acknowledges a shared interest
in a possible sexual encounter.

But his look didn't lead to anything, and I completed
my checkout; I guess he figured I was just one of
those married guys enjoying some eye candy.

He left at the same time I did though, holding the
narrow door open so that I could rub past him. He
smiled again as he followed me out, and said: "It
looks like you've got a hot night ahead."

My obviously stuttered answer was positive enough to
not scare him away, though. So he went on from just
over my shoulder: "Bet you'll look really great in
those black panties."

This suggestion was accompanied by a little smirk that
invited comment.

This time, my response was a little less verbally
coherent, conveyed more by my awkward grin than my
words: "So, I guess you would be the stud with the
thong?"

"Whatever," he said with a horny grin, and, after a
little more small talk, and confirmation that I was a
happily married suburbanite, sheepishly invited me to
join him at his nearby apartment for a "no strings
attached" encounter.

"I don't usually go in for street trade," he quipped
as we walked the few blocks, "But my friend is away
for a couple of days, and I've just been so horny
lately. You look like the perfect "anonymous"  friend
to help me out without my friend finding out."

We entered the small apartment after walking up three
flights of stairs where I followed behind, imagining
the tight little ass under the coat, and fantasizing
about his "friend," no doubt a hot young stud who kept
his needs very well-met.

Inside the apartment, he hung up his coat on the coat
rack, and invited me to do the same before moving into
the tiny living room.  I also left my bag of
"treasures" in the pocket of my coat.

There was a picture in the hall of him and a really
attractive young girl (probably his sister), but
nothing else of a personal nature. The typical young
person's cramped and sparsely furnished apartment.

As I entered the small living room, he approached me
with a firm hug and a kiss that immediately became a
tongue-wrestling event, as we groped each other while
standing up.

He broke the kiss to retrieve my bag. As he returned,
pretending to rummage in the small bag, he said,
"Let's see what we have here," suggestively pulling
out the silvery thong which he held up to his crotch,
then the black silky panties which he jiggled in front
of me. He also fished out the cock ring and the Popper
bottle.

"Let's go in the bedroom so we can try this stuff
out," he said, walking toward the small bedroom.  He
reached back to hand me the panties, saying," these
should be pretty cute on you. "

Once we got into the room, he opened a drawer full of
his "friend's" lingerie, and it was only then that I
realized that this was not your ordinary flaming
queen. He was, at best "bi" like me, with a girlfriend
whose dresses and lingerie filled every available flat
surface---just like my wife's stuff.

I thought about getting to know him better, maybe to
make some small talk about our common interests, but
he had already begun to strip down, removing his
sweater and polo shirt, and starting to unbuckle his
belt and slide his zipper down.

Here was a really fine young man, light brown toussled
hair, medium to thin build and height, who was
obviously looking for sex, not small talk. I
remembered, too, that horny twenty-somethings were
seldom into relationship building.

With his belt and jeans zipper down, he stopped long
enough to close the blinds, giving us just the right
amount of intimacy. Then he came back toward me, as I
was starting to unbutton my shirt, and seductively
approached me, eye-to-eye, and parted his loosened
pants to expose a green nylon brief-covered lump
growing inside.

I got my shirt off and belt unbuckled before we made
contact, returning again to our lip-locked wrestling
contest. This time, he focused on grinding his hard
package against me, until, with his arms around my
shoulders, he started to push me downward, along his
smooth chest. And further down still until I was
kneeling in front of his opened zipper, the purple
cock head already sprouting past his waistband.

So, I reached in to the unzipped opening to explore
what was bursting to get out. After placing the head
of his medium-sized cut cock into my mouth, I used my
hands to slide his jeans, then his briefs, down to his
knees, and leaned him back on the bed, so I could get
serious about licking his cock, while exposing the
fine fur of his balls, and tight little ass.  He was
just laying back, looking at the ceiling, and sort of
giggling with each wet lick of his balls^×probably
dreaming about how his "friend" never hit just the
right places that a man can.

I licked him all over for about twenty minutes while
trying my best to wiggle out of my pants. By the time
they came off, my cock was tenting my briefs, and his
cock was just getting harder and harder, with giggles
turning to manly grunts, and his cock forcing back
deeper and deeper down my throat.

After all those years, I wasn't sure if I could manage
a "deep throat" but when enough pre-cum and saliva
oozed out as a lubricant, I felt the familiar "pop" as
his head entered the pleasure zone, then gradually
found a rhythm. And he was gasping with each pop.

The juicy drippings really made for a great massage
oil as my hands reached everywhere, and probed his
little rosebud.

Without his cock leaving my mouth we repositioned on
the bed, with me laying backward, and him above
force-fucking my mouth and throat to the familiar
chants which he couldn't hold back:  "Ohhh! Ahhh!
Yesss! Suckkk Meee!"  The image of his hips driving
this thing into my throat was as unforgettable as the
seet rod sliding down my throat.

My throat was just getting ready for a cum bathe, when
he abruptly pulled out, rolled onto his side and
reached down to rub my tented briefs. I guess he just
didn't want it to end too soon.

Once we each caught our breathe, he started to pull my
briefs down so I was looking forward to a 69, and his
lips around my cock. But he pulled away, and said with
a grin, "Let's get into our new clothes before we
forget why we got together."

With that, he jumped up and pulled on the silvery
thong until it stretched into place over his dripping
meat.  God, he was beautiful.

Then after a suggestive little dance which ended when
he reached me,  he slid my briefs down, and raised me
off the bed to slide the silky black panties on. I
rose, and we kissed and ground our silky crotches
together for a few minutes before he abruptly turned
away again---no doubt to flash his sweet ass.

I guess the look and feel of his partner's panties
allowed him to transition to bisexuality. It was OK to
play with crotch as long as it was wrapped in a
girlish façade. He wasn't going to be groveling over a
man's cock, but just as always, trying to get into a
girl's panties.

There I was with a hard-on bursting in these
super-smooth panties, watching in wonder as my
thong-wrapped stud reached into a side table and
pulled out his own toy collection---lubricant,
condoms, poppers and a tight leather cock ring like
the new one I had just bought.

When he returned, we ground ourselves together, with
him feeling every inch of my satin-covered ass and
crotch, and me just rubbing away at his exposed
cheeks. Our asses were like handles we used to press
our cocks closer and closer.

Almost sheepishly he broke to kneel and savor my
pantied-covered cock and balls, licking and rubbing
them through the silky fabric for several minutes, as
if by so doing he could avoid actually being labeled a
cock-sucker.

Still, my dripping rod did snake its way out of the
flimsy restraints, and find its way into his mouth,
where I knew he was savoring the pre-cum sliding
around his juicy mouth. No more pretense that he was
just trying to get into a girl's panties. He was
sucking cock in the tentative but mystified way of an
excited beginner.

Again, though, he broke away, and slid out of the
thong. He snapped the cock-ring over his already firm
rod, slipped on a condom, and made his way back to me,
this time approaching from behind so that his firm
prong was tightly pressed in my pantied furrow. He
reached, too, for my raging tool, and as he rubbed it,
said: " I like it best if you beg me to fuck you."

So, I wasted no time begging. "God, your hard cock
feels so great between my ass-cheeks, but I think I
need it all the way inside. Won't you fuck me hard,
darling," I said as I wriggled my ass firmly against
his prong. Finally, he pushed me forward over the bed
with my knees still on the floor, and slid my panties
down. Then came a wet hand, lubricated from his
saliva, and smeared all over my crack and opening. At
last, he leaned forward and I felt that slippery thing
for the first time rubbing against the entrance to my
rosebud, and teasing the opening.

Just as I was about to suggest some lubrication, he
slid down and began to lick and finger my ass, slowly
preparing me for the main event. His preparation was
so delicate that I wasn't sure whether he thought he
was trying to foreplay his petite girlfriend, or just
fascinated by his first man fuck and what was coming
next.

Finally, after five minutes of gentle teasing against
my now more than ready asshole, he reached for the
nightstand, and handed me the poppers, while beginning
a really nice deep lube job with first one finger, and
then two.  I took a snort as I heard him lubing his
rod again, and offered the same.

I was descending into the popper fog, just as I felt
the head of his powerful cock start to part my ass
lips---at last. He then pressed hard, and I was more
than ready---we were each in our own orgasmic world as
his cock fully entered me, but soon found ourselves
united in a common hump session. Him trying to massage
my prostrate as deeply as possible, while I squeezed
his cock with my ass-lips, and rubbed his smooth ass,
encouraging him to fuck me: "Harder, Deeper! Ohhhh,
God!"

The transition from straight to bi was over. This
grunting stud knew he was doing man-sex now---not a
gentle ritual deflowering of his girlfriend. Grunt,
grunt, fuck, fuck.

The cockring was tight enough to keep his rigid prong
from squirting out until released, and I hoped, keep
him going for long while. I squirmed and squeezed my
asslips around his manhood as much as possible while
he kept driving in and out. It sure seemed like hours.


Every now and again, he slowed his pace, and reached
around for my cock, jerking me in rhythm to his slowly
gyrating hips. Grinding my cock in and out of his
strong grip created more sensations for his cock, now
trapped in my clenching ass lips. I was sure from the
surprised tone of his grunts and cries that he never
got this much raw sexual satisfaction from any
girlfriends.

Every few minutes, we slowed the desperate struggle to
share another snort, and wait until the haze reached
our groins.  Sometimes, he would grind long and slow,
all the way in and all the way out, while other times,
he pistoned like a dog in heat, grunting away while I
screamed for more. He was really getting a workout for
his first time experience of full man-to-man sex.

Then, after what seemed like hours of ecstasy, he
couldn't take it any more. After pulling out to the
end of his stroke, he fumbled until the cock ring
snapped. A few more humps and he was exploding into
me. It was so hot feeling his desperate little
post-cum humps as he tried to squirt the last drops
out of his ball sac and into my ass.

Despite that my raging hard-on was trapped underneath,
I lay silently as he paused motionless, trembling in
post-orgasmic bliss. It didn't feel like his cock got
any smaller, but it definitely receded from my ass,
with his grunt echoing the sad "pop" as it slipped
from the hole.

He fell in a rumple on top of me, kissing and licking
my sweat-strewn neck and shoulders. Slowly, too, he
snaked down, and I rolled on my side so he could get
to my still-raging cock, sucking and licking it until
it spurted a long-pent-up reward which he swallowed
whole.

Laying side-by-side on the bed, I told him how great
his fuck was, and how, after a lot of years of great
hetero sex, it really rang my bell. He told me that
his wife had been away for three days, but would be
gone for two weeks looking after her grandmother. He'd
messed around with some buddies before they got
married but only done ljerk-off sessions, Since moving
into town three months before, he had been itching to
try a full-immersion in gay sex.  And he really
enjoyed it, too.

As we cuddled afterwards, and caressed each other's
bodies, our cocks shortly became hard enough for a
replay. This time, we tried a sixty-nine, and, from
on-top, he experimented a little with "deep throating"
but never perfected it. At the same time, I extending
my licking from his balls, to start opening up his
obviously still-virgin asshole.

You can always tell a virgin by the surprise in their
moans. Each slurp, lick or finger prod produced
feelings he never had before in erotic zones he never
knew he had,

Before long, I had moved from gentle licking, to deep
massaging, to tongue-fucking, interspersed with finger
penetration---loosening him up for the real thing.. As
he got more and more turned on by the new experience,
he leaned back so that he could press his ass closer
into my tongue, gyrating around on it while he played
with his hard-cock.

After I knew he was beyond the point-of-no-return, I
sat up and invited him to straddle my cock while we
were face to face. I also awkwardly greased my cock
and his hole, sliding one, then two, fingers in, until
I was sure he was ready.

He crawled up to my lap, and reached down between our
legs and took hold of my slippery cock, trying to
align it at the entrance to his pucker, but mostly
just sliding it around.

I offered him a nother snort from his bottle, knowing
it would help cure any hesitations. When it hit, I
leaned him forward just a bit, and gradually fit the
head into the opening, waiting while he adjusted to
the new sensation.  In the meantime, we returned to
kissing eye-to-eye, as I gradually began small motions
until his rosebud could flower.

Eventually we settled into a rhythm between his
tentative movements, and my more forceful ones, until,
after about five minutes, and a few re-lubrications,
he was open enough to really begin to enjoy his first
man-to-man fuck. Five minutes later, he was really
enjoying it, pushing downward, wriggling around, and
cooing to each thrust and wiggle. Since we had already
cum once, it was easy for me to enjoy this longer,
slower fuck.

After a while though, it was time t o lay my
sweat-soaked partner down and give him a royal
ass-fucking like he had given me. Without breaking out
of his ring, we re-arranged ourselves so he was on the
bottom, with his legs pried wide open, and I began
some really deep strokes. His cock had shriveled
during the fuck, but, obviously, he found this
position to be the perfect angle for a deep prostrate
massage, and the new experience was driving him wild.

His clenching asshole was too much for me though, and
I was only able to keep from cumming for another five
minutes or so, ending, as he had, with a machine-gun
like rhythm of really tight, hard thrusts.

After cumming with a shattering orgasm, I leaned
forward to coo and kiss. I gradually softened, slipped
out, and fell by his side, each in an exhausted heap.
Soon though, I found his cock returned to hardness. I
slipped the bottle under his nose, before descending
for a really serious deep throat session, not stopping
until, after watching him clench the sheets for a good
ten minutes, his last spurts were dribbling down my
throat.

Later, he made us some coffee, and suggested we get
together again before his wife got home.  We also
fantasized together about maybe a three-some or
foursome, but knew that our wives would never actually
go for it, especially if we thought we could hook-up
with each other during the event.

On his invitation, I spent a few more shopping trips
downtown that week before his wife came home. I even
bought him a thong of his own.  Now that he was over
the transition from "curious" to "experienced" he
wanted to try everything, and then "practice" some
more, so we did.

We have gotten together once in a while afterwards.
Just for quick blow-jobs in the car.  Nothing as
pleasurable as our first fuck session.

Being young and downtown, I assume he is now exploring
everything the neighborhood has to offer (whether his
girlfriend knows it or not).